Xianjun, please calm down

Wang Dazhuang was suddenly a little shy, and showed his body in front of Xianjun...

But seeing Yu Changqing's impatient expression, he still didn't dare to delay, and took off his coat directly, revealing his strong upper body. His body is very strong, but it's not that the muscles are tangled, but a very well-proportioned layer covering the skeleton. The thin muscles look very powerful, but they are not big or thick. They look thin when dressed, and fleshy when undressed. The wheat-colored skin shows a lustrous and healthy luster under the light.

The fly in the ointment is that on this beautiful and powerful body, there are many criss-crossing scars, some deep and some shallow, some new and some old, showing the fact that its owner is not living comfortably, and the freshest of them is also The most hideous thing is a deep purple bruise on the waist and abdomen. It is entrenched on the smooth skin, and the end extends into the waistband of the trousers, like an ugly giant python, trying to strangle him in the middle. It looks very shocking .

It's hard to imagine that Wang Dazhuang, an ordinary person, would deal with the villagers, cook for him, and smile at him like a normal person with such injuries.

Yu Changqing's gaze sank, he sat up straighter, rubbed the medicinal wine in his palms to warm up, and said, "Come here."

In the past, this silt could be dissipated with a little spiritual power, but now he can't use the spiritual power, so he can only use the old method.

Wang Dazhuang twitched and said: "Xianjun, you are still hurt, you can't use your strength, I can do it myself."

Yu Changqing said displeased: "The injury is in the back, how can you get it yourself? Why bother to ask you to come here!"

Wang Dazhuang didn't want to make the patient angry, so he could only walk over obediently and let Xianjun put his hot palm on his wound. The scorching heat seemed to scald his heart as well as his eye sockets. Years, since his sister passed away, no one can tell at a glance that he is sick or injured, and no one will scold him for being careless while carefully administering medicine to him.

He can tell that Xianjun is a person, he is cold outside and hot inside (?), he looks fierce and cold, but he is actually good in heart, hey, I don’t know who is so bad, it is really unforgivable to hurt him .

Yu Changqing wiped his wounds on his upper body, and said, "Take off your pants."

Wang Dazhuang's wheat-colored face quickly turned red, and he muttered, "That's all right, legs...the legs are fine...I can wipe it off myself..."

Yu Changqing didn't speak, just looked at him coldly.

Wang Dazhuang was no match, so he could only say: "Take off... I'll take off...don't be angry..."

He took off his outer pants slowly, leaving only a pair of close-fitting shorts, with two slender and powerful legs bare, and he was extremely ashamed under Yu Changqing's clear gaze.

Yu Changqing glanced at him indifferently, and motioned for him to lift up the bruised leg and continue rubbing the medicinal wine.

In order to resolve the embarrassment, Wang Dazhuang had nothing to say: "That snake is really not a fuel-efficient lamp. It is very powerful. I was almost strangled to death by it. Fortunately, I was not frightened by it. It was the one who died in the end, ha... …Ha ha……"

The last laugh was silenced in Yu Changqing's calm eyes.

Yu Changqing glanced at him and said, "Where did you meet it?"

Wang Dazhuang was very happy that Xianjun could talk to him, and he replied cheerfully: "The living things in the nearby mountains and forests are not easy to catch, so I walked a little farther, but it's not too far, just from the place where I picked you up that day. Not far."