The Heroine is a Real Boss

Qin Xiang raised his eyes, his big watery eyes timidly looked at Ling Zihao in front of him.

"I, I'm fine." He said it was fine, but his body trembled honestly.

It has to be said that although the original owner has lost her cultivation and memory, her reputation as the number one beauty of the Misty Sect is not groundless.

White skin like snow, face like a silver plate, eyebrows like Yuandai, eyes like autumn water, a little red lips are not dyed but red, beautiful like a dream.

Even Ling Zihao, who was born in a big family of cultivators, rarely saw such stunning beauty. When he saw it for the first time, he was unavoidably amazed and lost his mind for several seconds.

It wasn't until Qin Xiang's soft voice sounded like water that he came back to his senses, and his handsome face blushed uncontrollably.

"Girl, is there any injury?"

Because of Qin Xiang's beauty, Ling Zihao was no longer so disgusted with seducing her, no longer so perfunctory, and brought a bit of rare sincerity.

"No, I'm fine." Qin Xiang shook her head slightly, and after she finished speaking, she looked at Ling Zihao's arm with worry in her eyes.

"My lord, your hand..."

After being reminded by Qin Xiang, Ling Zihao noticed that in order to attract Qin Xiang's attention and feel guilty, he deliberately exposed his arm that was injured by his third uncle's sword energy.

"It's okay, it's just that the skin is broken and bleeding a little, it's not a serious problem."

Although the wound looked bloody, Ling Zihao was telling the truth.

For his wound, just taking a hemostatic pill can restore the wound to its original state without leaving any traces.

But Ling Zihao didn't do this, because Qin Xiang's memory was sealed and her cultivation level was completely lost, so she didn't know anything about it.

Keeping such a small wound can make Qin Xiang pay more attention to him, and make Qin Xiang feel guilty towards him. Why not do it?

"I, let me bandage you up." Qin Xiang offered.

Hearing this, Ling Zihao's eyes looking at her became more gentle, but behind Ling Zihao, a mediocre young man in a wheelchair frowned after hearing Qin Xiang's words.

"Okay." Ling Zihao responded gently, and stretched out his arms in front of Qin Xiang.

Then, in the next second, a scene that almost shocked Ling Zihao happened.

Qin Xiang conjured a hemostatic pill with his backhand, and stuffed it into his mouth without saying a word.

"Eat it, and your injury will heal."

Almost as soon as Qin Xiang finished speaking, Ling Zihao's wound healed, and the effect of the Hemostatic Pill was exerted extremely quickly.

Looking at the wound that had recovered to its original state, Qin Xiang smiled happily, like the sun in winter, bright and dazzling, beautiful like a dream.

But at this moment, Ling Zihao had no intention of appreciating her beauty, he was already stunned by the hemostatic pill that Qin Xiang conjured up at will.

Isn't her memory sealed?

Isn't her cultivation base sealed?

Isn't her spirit root sealed?

Where did she get the hemostatic pill?

How did she take out the hemostatic pill from the Qiankun ring or the Qiankun bag without her cultivation?

"you……"

Ling Zihao opened his mouth to ask what was going on, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't know where to start.

"What's the matter?" Qin Xiang looked at Ling Zihao with concern, his eyes were full of autumn water, which was very seductive.

Ling Zihao raised his eyes and looked at her, and couldn't help being dazed again. In an instant, he forgot about the hemostatic pill and the Qiankun ring...

On the contrary, the man sitting in the wheelchair behind Ling Zihao stared at Qin Xiang with an unpredictable expression, and sized her up and down with a slight frown.

Qin Xiang smiled innocently with his lips curled up, and his pair of watery autumn pupils were so clear that people couldn't help but feel good about them.