Stunning at Every Step: Lazy Little Beast Concubine

It was quite cold on the beach, and both of them were wet. They couldn't use their telekinesis to resist, so it was more practical to light a fire.

There was a small forest not far from the beach, and Feng Qingyu quickly walked into the forest.

Di Shiyin watched Feng Qingyu's small figure disappear from his sight, sighed softly, and looked at the silver knife in his palm, his palm trembling slightly.

Qingyu, I'm sorry——

The infinite regret in my heart just turned into a helpless sigh...

He cut open his knee with a knife, and with a flash of black energy, countless strands of black thread came out of his knee, swaying in the air, trying to escape.

Di Shiyin ignored the pain and was sweating profusely. His fingertips popped out one after another, and white light flashed, wrapping those black coils in a pale white ball...

He chanted a mantra in a low voice, and the pale white ball spun around in the air, and in a moment it became invisible in the air.

Di Shiyin breathed a sigh of relief. As long as a little bit of those black threads were left to penetrate into people's bodies, they would be a big disaster. The reason why he pushed Feng Qingyu away was because he was afraid that she would be contaminated with this thing——

After doing this, he broke out in sweat again and simply lay down on the ground, panting slightly.

When Feng Qingyu came back from collecting firewood, what he saw was exactly this scene.

She was slightly startled, put down the firewood, walked over and leaned over to look at him: "Hey, what's wrong with you?"

Di Shiyin sighed in her heart, she would never call her master again no matter what -

I really miss that time——

When she called him Master in her clear and soft voice, it was so sweet now that I think about it.

When can she let go of her worries and call him master again?

His forehead was covered with cold sweat, his lips turned white with pain, and he shook his head slightly.

Forget it, as long as she is willing to stay with him, he will have a chance to slowly influence her...

"I - it's okay." Di Shiyin couldn't bear to make her worry and slowly sat up again.

His complexion looked much better, but the wounds on his body were still hideous, and he was bleeding again and again.

Feng Qingyu didn't say anything. She lit the fire silently and sat aside to warm her soaked clothes.

"Come here." Di Shiyin said in a low voice.

"What to do?" Feng Qingyu didn't move.

"Qingyu, I want to ask you something." Di Shiyin's eyes were fixed on her, solemnly.

"What's the matter?" It was rare for the word 'begging' to come out of this god's mouth, and Feng Qingyu was a little confused.

"Your suturing skills are pretty good, can you—can you sew it up for me too?" Di Shiyin made his request in a low voice.

Feng Qingyu: "..."

There was nothing she could do to sew up Prince Lancang in the water. Now he could obviously use magic to slowly heal the wound, so why did he have to suffer the punishment of letting her use needles?

Stitches without anesthesia - but very painful!

As if he guessed what Feng Qingyu was thinking, Di Shiyin sighed softly: "My injury won't heal for a while, so I'd better sew it up faster." As long as she is willing to sew it up for him, he is not afraid of suffering.

.

Feng Qingyu's big eyes flashed with light: "It can be sutured, but I don't have any way to relieve the pain."

"It doesn't matter, just do it, I can still bear the pain." Di Shiyin said.

Since this person must be looking for punishment, there is no other way.

Feng Qingyu finally took out the needle and thread again: "Suture can only close the external wounds. I can't do anything about the internal injuries in your internal organs."