The Snake Man spoils his pet: His little fairy is reborn!

Leng Xuanye took Ning Han to the nearest town, arranged for an inn, and carefully carried her upstairs. This time, he had just returned from a mission and heard that Ning Han and Xiao Wang Chen Jing went to provide disaster relief. They were assassinated on the way back, Ning Han was injured, and Chen Jing also found out about her daughter's body.

He came in a hurry. Chen Jing said that Ning Han might be hiding in the woods along the way in order to distract the enemy and protect him, so he searched for him all the way.

It had been raining all day and night, and he was in a state of confusion. The moment he saw Ning Han lying on the ground dying, he wished he could kill Chen Jing himself. If it were not for the royal family, Ning Han would not have to put himself in danger.

But...this is her fate! Her reincarnation.

"Ning Han, I have followed you for several lives. I have seen you injured and in pain. After I fell into reincarnation, I no longer have ten thousand years of mana. As an ordinary person, I can only find ways to get closer to you. In this life, I'm still here." Leng Xuanye felt a lot in her heart.

He gently carried Ning Han to the soft bed and let her lie on her side. The injury on her back was too serious. There was a royal guard arranged by him in the inn.

"Go to the best doctor here and ask for a girl." Leng Xuanye went out and ordered the Jin Yiwei guarding the door.

He also asked the waiter to prepare hot water and clean clothes. Although there were differences between men and women, he would not trust anyone else to take care of Ning Han in this situation.

He was a great demon. He didn't have the body temperature of a normal person. He put his hand on Ning Han's hot forehead. Ning Han felt ice cold. In a daze, she opened her eyelids and saw Leng Xuanye's handsome face. .

He sat next to her, not daring to touch her wounds. His face was full of worry, and his voice was very soft and soft: "Ning Han, it doesn't matter what happened. What matters is that I am here. I am here." By your side. Don't be afraid, I brought you back and I won't let you lie on the ground alone..."

"It rained heavily yesterday... You were seriously injured. You should have a good rest. These days have been a nightmare for you. Don't think about it now. Promise me, don't think about it. Don't make yourself unhappy, okay?" "

"Leng Xuanye, your hands... are so cold." Ning Han was exhausted. She remembered correctly. When Leng Xuanye was in her arms, his whole body was exuding golden light. At that time, he used his last strength to reverse the situation. The gear of her fate brought everything back to where it started.

So, which plot in the cycle of reincarnation have we entered now? The injury on her body was still painful, so how could she explain the injury? Will another personality of Leng Xuanye appear in front of me?

The Ten Thousand Year Demon will not disappear easily. The Leng Xuanye in front of her is the person she loves deeply, and he loves her equally.

Leng Xuanye was slightly stunned when he heard this. He was suppressed by the power of reincarnation and could not use magic, but he had never had the body temperature of a normal person. In the past, Ning Han had never touched his body, and he had never been able to have sex with her. Physical contact, now she knew that his hands were cold.

"You have a high fever now. My hands are cold, which is just right. They can dissipate the heat for you. My hands are still somewhat useful. They are better than ice cubes. I'm sorry, Ning Han."

Leng Xuanye's ears turned red, her Adam's apple moved, but she still didn't move her hand away. She still used her cool hand to stick to Ning Han.

Ning Han had been holding something tightly in his hand. He could tell, but he didn't know if he had the right to ask.

So, I didn’t ask.

"Sir, the doctor is here." Outside the door, a guard in golden clothes knocked on the door, and his respectful voice sounded.

"Come in." Leng Xuanye said one word, and the Jin Yiwei pushed open the door and entered, followed by a young girl.

Ning Han just felt so tired, his ears were noisy, and his eyelids closed heavily.

"Doctor, please save her, please save her..." Leng Xuanye's voice trembled, and her eyes were red. The female doctor came forward, inspected the injury on Ning Han's back, and used scissors to cut open the clothes near the wound on her back. The wound was affected, and Ning Han let out a painful groan in confusion.

Leng Xuanye had already stood up, blocking the sight of other Jin Yiwei, and ordered them all to get out.

Looking back, I saw Ning Han lying on the bed. The wound on his back was very deep and the flesh and blood were turned out. After being exposed to the rain for so long, the wound had already turned white.

There was endless killing intent in his eyes, and he clenched his fists tightly. He saw that the injury was done by Xu Jing, one of Murong Sheng's men. The iron claw hook stabbed several bloody holes in Ning Han's back.

"This woman is really strong. It looks like she was the one who pulled out the sharp weapon that was pierced deep into her flesh. That's why she was so seriously injured. The wound needs to be sutured. This injury must have lasted for at least ten hours. Coupled with the rain and excessive blood loss, the girl’s body will definitely not be as healthy as before, so she needs to be taken good care of.”

"I'll help the girl clean her body first, change her clothes, and then sew up the wound. Young Master, please go out first. I'm sure a noble person like the Young Master can't do this."

"You go out, I'll come. I'll pay for the consultation. What you see today must be kept confidential."

The doctor looked at Leng Xuanye and was stunned for a moment. Leng Xuanye only obtained the position of Commander of the Royal Guards in the palace by fighting on the battlefield for many years. There were different opinions in the temples and palaces. He could not live a leisurely life as the eldest son of Ningguo Houfu Ansheng. , became a hero who fought on the battlefield to protect his family and country, and now he is in command of the Imperial Guard. Even in this small town, there are people who know Leng Xuanye.

"Master Leng, I would like to ask, this girl is yours..."

"If you know it's presumptuous, don't ask." Leng Xuanye said in a deep voice, with no intention of chatting with others.

The female doctor didn't know the identity of the person lying on the bed. When Leng Xuanye said this, she felt a little scared, and she didn't dare to ask any more questions. She left the needles and threads, anesthetics, and cloth strips needed to suture the wound, and gave her instructions. A few notes and left the room.

Leng Xuanye put down the bed curtain to cover Ning Han. Just as the doctor left, there was a knock on the door again. It was the waiter who brought hot water and clean clothes.

After everyone else left, he cut off a whole piece of Ning Han's robe on the back, twisted the veil and helped clean her wounds.

Ning Han regained some consciousness from the pain and realized what Leng Xuanye was doing. She remained silent, how could she resist his unruly treatment of her, but at this moment, she still couldn't tell whether Leng Xuanye brought her back or treated Leng Xuanye. Ye Lailai wondered what the plot was that led him to seek her out, and he didn't know what to say so as not to appear abrupt or make Leng Xuanye feel uneasy.

Sometimes, silence is best.

"Ning Han, drink this bottle of medicine and I will stitch up your wound and you won't be in pain anymore."

Leng Xuanye has been fighting on the battlefield for many years and has seen countless scenes of life and death. She has seen many more in the past ten thousand years. She can't care about many of them at the moment. "I have seen your body. If you want to blame me, wait until you are healed." I’m troublesome, now you have to listen to me obediently, okay?”

He lowered his voice and whispered, coaxing.

"Please stitch up the wound for me. I don't want to take medicine. I can bear the pain."

In fact, she still had lingering self-blame in her heart, deeply blaming herself for a thought that led to her entering this dimension, which indirectly led to Leng Xuanye becoming like this.

No one wanted this, and no one expected these situations, but at this moment she was paranoid and wanted to numb herself with pain.

She looked at him and said resolutely: "Do it, Leng Xuanye. After all, I have gone through countless death trainings in Dongchang. It's just suturing wounds. Especially if you do it, I won't feel anything if you are treated like this." It’s here, wouldn’t it be a pity.”

The injury had been delayed for a long time, and Leng Xuanye frowned. At this moment, he didn't know why Ning Han didn't criticize him at all for what he said and did, and why he didn't resist his overstepping. Maybe he couldn't care about the pretentiousness. .

"Although you are the best sword under Murong Sheng, but... you are also a woman. You are not made of iron. Ning Han... really don't need to take medicine?"

Leng Xuanye knew how painful it was to suture wounds. On the battlefield, he had suffered the pain of suturing wounds many times because of insufficient medicine.

He was unwilling to let her bear the pain he had felt. What's more, even the tough-minded men on the battlefield were in a lot of pain. She was a woman. Even though she was used to licking blood from the edge of a knife, he sewed up the wound with his own hands, and the needle and thread penetrated the flesh. The pain he gave her made him unbearable.

"No need to worry, just do it." Leng Xuanye always respected her choice and would not force her. She understood.

Leng Xuanye didn't hesitate, picked up the needle and thread, and helped her treat the wound.

The needle and thread penetrated the flesh, and Ning Han gritted his teeth and endured it without even making a muffled groan.

The doctor was right, she pulled out the iron claw hook herself, and it left a large scratch on her back to the right.

Leng Xuanye's hands were shaking slightly. She had tried to maintain her composure, but her hands were still shaking.

It was the first time that Ning Han's wound was treated in this way, with needles touching the flesh.