Spirit Sword Sovereign

"Your life is given to you by your parents, how can you not cherish it?"

While speaking, Zhu Hengyu stretched out his hands and quickly unbuttoned the boy's clothes.

Facing Zhu Hengyu's movements, the thin young man showed no expression.

Looking at Zhu Hengyu with indifferent eyes, he said, "If my parents knew well, I would probably hope that I would go down to accompany them earlier, right?"

Zhu Hengyu couldn't help being stunned when he heard the words of the skinny boy.

But obviously, Zhu Hengyu did not agree with the other side's views.

"You may be right, but what if it is wrong?"

Hearing Zhu Hengyu's words, the skinny boy suddenly closed his mouth.

Yes……

What if parents don’t think so?

"By the way, get acquainted first, my name is Zhu Hengyu, what is your name?" Zhu Hengyu said.

"Name? I haven't used it for a long time, because no one cares what my name is..."

Looking at Zhu Hengyu deeply, the thin boy said: "My name is Yanhui!"

Yan Hui?

Hearing this name, Zhu Hengyu nodded, and while taking off his clothes, he said: "Yes, a very flavorful name..."

While talking, Zhu Hengyu put aside Yanhui's clothes casually.

Looking around...

There were two wounds in Yanhui's naked upper body.

The first one, above the left chest, is as long as a tie.

The blood on his chest came from here.

The second way, on the left arm.

The blood stains dripping from Yan Hui's left hand came from here.

However, Yan Hui obviously had more than these two wounds.

No matter it was the left chest or the wound on his left arm, it was impossible to flow blood to his right leg.

Frowned...

Zhu Hengyu untied Yanhui's belt and took off Yanhui's pants without hesitation.

The thick plasma has soaked his pants.

The condensed plasma made his whole pants heavy and hard.

He threw his pants aside and looked intently, as expected...

There was a deep wound on the inside of Yanhui's right leg.

A trace of blood is constantly leaking from the wound.

Looking at the wound that rolled up like a baby's mouth, Zhu Hengyu suddenly frowned.

He raised his head hesitantly, Zhu Hengyu looked at Yan and replied: "You are hurt very badly, I'm afraid..."

Hearing Zhu Hengyu's words, Yan Hui smiled miserably, and said to Zhu Hengyu: "You still don't waste your energy. Before I die, let's talk more..."

"Hear me out……"

"After a while, you can eat me.

The iron pot is under the bed and there is dry wood outside the shack.

But I hope you can bury my bones under the grass behind the shack, and bury me and my parents together. "

Shook his head...

Zhu Hengyu said: "No! You won't die...

I'm afraid what I just said was not that you might be hopeless.

Rather, it would be very troublesome to save you.

And... in the process of treating you, you will be very painful! "

"Well, are you afraid of pain?"

Yan Hui smiled miserably: "I'm not even afraid of death, so how can I be afraid of pain?"

Only those who are alive can taste the taste of pain.

The dead are not qualified to taste pain.

Hearing what Yan Hui said, Zhu Hengyu was taken aback, and then he said: "Listen to you, you don't seem to want to die!"

"If I really want to die, I won't live today, will I?"

This……

Zhu Hengyu was stunned.

But think about it carefully, if Yanhui really wants to die.

So when the one-eyed man was chasing him, why did he run away?

Wouldn't it be a relief to let the other party kill him directly?

to be honest……

Yan Hui actually didn't want to die.

The reason why he said that just now was actually comforting himself.

If you can live, who wants to die?

After thinking about it, Zhu Hengyu put the dagger in his hand on the flame and burned it.

While burning the dagger, Zhu Hengyu said: "If nothing happens, you should not die."

The reason for this judgment is that Yanhui's wound has automatically stopped bleeding.

The wound on the inner side of the right leg, although there is still a trace of blood, but the blood flow is getting less and less...

As for the wounds on the left arm and left chest, although they are still bleeding, they can be stopped with a simple stitch.

As long as the bleeding is successful, Yan Hui should not be able to die.

After asking Yan Hui...

Zhu Hengyu found the needle and thread from the corner of the bed.

After piercing the needle and threading, Zhu Hengyu deeply looked at Yan Hui and said, "I don't have anesthetic drugs on hand, so when I clean up the wound and stitch the wound, it will be very painful. You have to hold back."

"You can just let it go, but if I yell out loudly, it's a scam!"

well!

Zhu Hengyu nodded in admiration.

Zhu Hengyu picked up the burning dagger and sat in front of Yanhui.

I looked at it for a while...

Zhu Hengyu plans to start with the more serious wounds.

Among Yanhui's three wounds, the wound on the left chest was the most serious.

He was so skinny that he could even see the **** of every rib.

A cut of flesh and blood rolled across the entire left chest.

Even at this moment, the wound was still bleeding with blood.

If he is not stitched up as soon as possible, he will be shed to death just by bleeding.

Gritted his teeth...

Zhu Hengyu used a red-hot dagger to cut away the rolled wound, which had turned white and showed dead gray muscles.

Zizi...

With the burning dagger falling...

In the sound of burning flesh, Yan Hui convulsed violently.

At the same time, Yanhui's teeth clenched even more.

But from beginning to end, Yan Hui just didn't say a word.

After cleaning the wound, Zhu Hengyu picked up the thread and began to sew up.

In the absence of any anesthesia.

Use iron needles and twine to sew up.

Zhu Hengyu once felt that kind of pain, and it was really painful!

But look back at Yanhui!

Although the muscles around his body were constantly twitching.

But from beginning to end, he kept gritting his teeth without making a sound.

In Zhu Hengyu's feeling, every minute, every second, is difficult and long.

Soon, the wounds on the left chest and left arm were cleaned up and sutured smoothly.

Observed carefully, the blood has stopped.

Only the wound on the inner side of the right leg was left untreated.

Looking at the inside of Yan Hui's right leg, the wound like a baby's mouth.

Zhu Hengyu couldn't help but frowned.

The wounds on Yanhui's left chest and left arm were relatively easy to deal with.

But the wound on the inner side of his right leg, although not too long, is very deep!

Such wounds are the most difficult to treat.

Simple stitching is absolutely impossible.

Otherwise, a cavity will form under the wound.

Once the cavity is full of blood, it will cause big problems.

Frowned...

Zhu Hengyu said: "I can understand the wounds on your left chest and left arm."

But how did the wound on the inner side of the right leg cause it? Facing Zhu Hengyu’s question, Yan Hui turned his head and remained silent...