The wooden stool on Feng Qingcheng's hand pressed against the man's cheek and said coldly: "Have you thought about how to answer? If not, I can help you recall..."

While speaking, Feng Qingcheng, without any hesitation, suddenly raised the wooden bench in his hand and was about to smash it down hard.

The man's face changed drastically, and he instinctively closed his eyes and screamed: "It was the three ladies from the Su family who asked me to come..."

Ling Lie's wind suddenly stopped in front of the man, and a playful smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Feng Qingcheng's lips.

No wonder the three sisters of the Su family wanted to invite her out to see the show, it turned out to install a man in her room.

With a "bang", the wooden bench fell heavily on the ground in the man's ear, scaring his body instinctively shrinking.

"What do you want the three ladies of the Su family to come here? Do you want to guard the door for me? Or do you want to guard the household for me?"

The man looked at her with a cry and said tremblingly: "They... want the young one to ruin the lady's name..."

"cut……"

Feng Qingcheng suddenly smiled with a funny smile and looked at him burntly: "If they want to create a love affair for me, can't they find a handsome and pleasing person for me? Such an affair would be unyielding..."

A chill suddenly burst out from her eyes, and the wooden bench in her hand raised again without warning, hitting the man mercilessly hard on the head, knocking him out immediately.

"Since the three ladies of the Su family want to lend you a good show, of course, you can't just waste it..."

...

Mu Chenxiao's injuries were indeed not beyond Feng Qingcheng's expectations. Although the blood had stopped, the wounds all over his body seemed to have begun to be infected. His body was hot and his high fever had already begun.

Without antipyretics, Feng Qingcheng could only use the most primitive method to cool him down and wipe him with hot water.

But even so, for him who doesn't have many good skin on his body, this method is like a drop in the bucket.

He put the soft cloth in his hand into the copper basin helplessly, and Feng Qingcheng couldn't help but sigh.

There are no anti-inflammatory and anti-heat drugs, and no equipment needed for surgery. What did she use to save him?

Just a pair of hands?

She smiled bitterly and looked at her hand, and her heart suddenly moved.

She remembered that her hand had cut a bloody mouth when she was in the yard. She was bleeding profusely at that time, but now there is no scar at all.

She knew that she had the ability to heal herself, but she didn't know whether the ability to heal herself came from her blood or her spiritual power.

With a thought, she quickly picked up Mu Chenxiao's dagger and decisively cut a bloody mouth in her palm.

Seeing his blood falling down on Mu Chenxiao's wounds, Feng Qingcheng's heart couldn't help but lifted up slightly.

If this method is not useful yet, what should she use next?

Although Mu Chenxiao always plotted against her, she was not considered annoying and hating, so in her heart, she really didn't want to see him leave.

The blood in the left palm dripped and her right hand couldn't help but nervously slid on his body, leaned forward, and looked nervously at the wound that dripped blood.
Chapter completed!