Chapter 817

She was still wearing her inner clothes. After taking off the outer clothes, Mu Changfeng didn't take off her inner clothes, but just pulled the front of her clothes down to the right. The injury was just three inches below the collarbone of Yan Qingyi's neck on the left side. If she was injured a little further down, it would definitely stab her in the heart!

After Mu Changfeng saw the wound, he picked up the medicine bottle and poured some white powder on it.

I don't know how this powder was made, let alone what medicine was added to it. When it was poured on the wound, Yan Qingyi immediately felt a piercing pain spread from the wound to his body. Every nerve is so fast!

Immediately afterwards, screams began to echo in the room!

There were also beads of sweat on his forehead!

"Forbearance, I'll be fine soon!" The mellow and high-quality voice was filled with a bit of anger.

Yan Qingyi didn't want to talk, if she wanted to talk, Mu Changfeng would definitely be scolded by her right now!

Damn, what kind of ghost medicine is that? It hurts so much, and there is such a deep wound. I gave her this medicine, and it was obvious that I wanted to directly kill her!

After Mu Changfeng poured out the medicine, he wrapped her wound with a bandage. Every movement was very light, as if she was deliberately not letting her suffer any more pain.

After wrapping it up, she pulled the quilt on the side and covered it over her body, and then sat on the edge of the bed.

Although the medicine was very poisonous, it worked well. After only a while, there was no longer any pain in the wound.

"Why didn't you hide?" Mu Changfeng looked at her and asked. At this time, he noticed a wound on her wrist. The wound was still red and had no scabs, so it should have been a short while.

"I... can't escape!" After Yan Qingyi said these four words with a sigh of relief, she felt as if she had climbed a mountain, exhausted.

"How did your hand get hurt?" Mu Changfeng pointed to her wrist.

"Ask you... brother!" Yan Qingyi felt that it was very difficult to speak, so she didn't want to say a word, and simply closed her eyes.

In Mu Changfeng's eyes, he was slightly startled.

She wanted to ask something more, but seeing her uncomfortable look, she didn't ask anything in the end.

"You have a good rest, I will bring you lunch."

After talking, after Mu Changfeng left the room, he went straight to Mu Yunzheng.

Mu Yunzheng was writing a letter in the room at the moment, when he heard the sound of the door opening, he looked towards the door. Seeing that the visitor was Mu Changfeng, he ignored him and continued to write letters.

Mu Changfeng walked up to him and saw that his letter was almost finished, so he asked, "Yun Zheng, do you know how Mo Yue's wound on her wrist came from?"

Mu Yunzheng's eyes were slightly startled, and he did not answer him immediately. After writing the last two words, he put down his red pen and raised his head to look at Mu Changfeng!

"I stayed in an inn with her that day. When I saw that she was sick, I took a look for her. Finally, I found out that she had food pleasure Gu in her body, so I bleed her to attract the Gu!" Yun Zheng didn't finish speaking. After a slight pause, he continued, "Why, did she tell you her identity?"

"Not only did she tell me her identity, but she also told me a big secret, a secret about the integrity of those martial arts!" Mu Changfeng narrowed his eyes, and his eyes couldn't help but look a little more sinister.