C92 Retaliation
C92 Retaliation
"Are you serious?"
Hsiao Hee exclaimed, but his actions were not slow at all.
He took a step and his body floated to the side. He extended two of his fingers and with a "clang" sound, they landed on Yaolyi's dagger.
Ka-cha! *
With a crisp breaking sound, Hsiao Hee's finger instantly shattered the blade. He then flipped his wrist and touched the handle of the dagger with his finger and gently flicked it.
The dagger that Yaolyi held tightly in her hand was removed by Hsiao Hee, and was immediately held in his hand.
"It's a girl's game, it's dangerous to play with sabers."
The broken blade in Hsiao Hee's hand spun around a few times, "What are you looking at me for? "You aren't convinced?"
Yaolyi's gaze was fixed on Hsiao Hee and her heart was in turmoil.
The dagger in her hand was not an ordinary one. It was made entirely out of high strength fine steel. Even if a cannonball had landed on it, it shouldn't have shattered.
Just how powerful was this fellow …
After a long while, she gave a cold snort and turned around to leave.
Hsiao Hee quickly followed her. It didn't matter if she ran, how was he going to get out of the courtyard later?
"Hey, I say, if you can't beat him, you don't have to be so heartless, right?"
"Stop following me!" Yaolyi was in a terrible mood.
Ever since she was young, she had never been this angry. The most important thing was that she still couldn't beat him!
Die, Hsiao Hee! Stinking Hsiao Hee! "Dead Hsiao Hee …
Yaolyi's heart chanted manically along the way.
Hsiao Hee saw that the girl ignored him, so after a moment of silence, he quickly stopped her.
"That's right, didn't I say to treat your wounds and dispel your scars? How about we all go now?"
Yaolyi raised her head and rolled her eyes at Hsiao Hee.
She wanted to say "Who cares?" but the woman's love for beauty made her choke back her words.
Then, out of the blue, she said, "Then come with me."
Yaolyi led Hsiao Hee through the woods to the small building where Xue Ren's doctors had gathered for their first meeting.
Instead of entering the building, he walked further to the left, passing a long flower bed before finally coming to a stop in front of a rather European style building.
Yaolyi entered a string of codes in front of the electronic lock and scanned it with her eyes. Then, the metal door opened with a "ding" sound.
She opened the door and said to Hsiao Hee, "Come in."
"You live here?" Hsiao Hee said as he looked at the exquisite two-story building in front of him.
"That's right. If I don't have a mission, I usually live here." Yaolyi said.
"Mission? "What kind of mission?" Hsiao Hee asked curiously.
Only then did Yaolyi realize that she had slipped on her tongue. She glanced at Hsiao Hee and no longer said anything.
"The environment is really good."
Hsiao Hee looked at the towering mountain beside him and said.
These days, there are many people who can buy a house in the center of the city.
However, very few people could afford to buy a villa on the outskirts of a mountainside.
The decor of the room surprised Hsiao Hee, and gave him a feeling of warmth and fashion.
The wood floor, the hanging crystal chandeliers, the plaid fashion sofas, the large-screen LCD TV, and the laptop were all modern technology. They were completely different from the ancient style of the Dragon King.
"Take off your shoes." Yaolyi turned around and reminded Hsiao Hee, who was looking around.
"Oh. "Alright."
Only then did Hsiao Hee realize that he walked in with his shoes on.
Yaolyi had already taken off her leather boots and was barefoot on the floor.
Only after a long while did Hsiao Hee retract his gaze in curiosity, but he found that Yaolyi was standing there and staring straight at him.
"Why are you looking at me?" Hsiao Hee was stunned.
"You seem to have forgotten what you came here for."
Yaolyi looked at him with disdain as she said indifferently.
"Oh, oh. Then let's begin."
Hsiao Hee immediately reacted and came to the coffee table in the living room, "Prepare the alcohol, candles, cotton swabs, warm water and the dagger at your waist."
"How do you know I have another one?"
Yaolyi was alarmed. Her right hand subconsciously reached for the dagger at her waist.
Gone!
When her hand fell on her waist, it was already empty.
Yaolyi looked up and saw Hsiao Hee throwing his dagger. "What are you doing? Go and prepare your things."
With that, he turned around and took out a small pouch containing a small pile of white powder that looked like flour.
"What is this?"
Yaolyi curiously glanced at him and asked.
"This is a specially concocted powder. It looks like a golden medicine, but its effects are extremely shocking."
Hsiao Hee weighed the small cloth bag in his hand a few times. He had spent a lot of effort in order to barely prepare it for emergency use.
Rotten and scattered!
Although the name was unpleasant to hear, the medicinal effects were extremely strong.
In just a few breaths, it had regenerated the flesh. The scariest thing was that it would naturally heal the skin without leaving behind any scars.
Thank god, the herbs on this earth were very rich, allowing him to make some basic drugs.
Hsiao Hee laughed, "What? You don't believe me?"
Yaolyi glanced at him and didn't refute again this time. She quickly went to prepare what Hsiao Hee wanted.
"Take off your gloves and give me your hand."
Hsiao Hee said plainly as his gaze was still on the white powder.
"Why should I give you my hand?"
"If you don't give me your hand, how will I check your wound?"
Hsiao Hee said helplessly. Why is this woman so alert and rebellious?
Yaolyi hesitated for a long time before taking off her gloves and handing her injured right hand to Hsiao Hee.
Hsiao Hee touched the scar with his hand and it became hard.
That was to say, the dead skin had already become a part of her body.
Hsiao Hee lightly pressed down and asked: "Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt."
Hsiao Hee increased his strength and asked, "Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt."
"It can't be? Is there no sensation in your right hand? "
Hsiao Hee felt that something was wrong, could it be that all the nerve endings on this girl's right hand had disappeared?
"You are not conscious. What was this pain? We usually — "
Yaolyi wanted to say something but hesitated, "Forget it, I understand what you mean. I feel pain, but it's within tolerable limits to me. "
"Oh, oh, that's good."
Hsiao Hee nodded. "First, you have to cut off this layer of dead skin, and then cut open the wound.
"What scattering?"
Yaolyi didn't hear it clearly. As she spoke, she handed the blade over to Hsiao Hee and said, "Let's do it."
"You don't need anesthetic?" Hsiao Hee asked in surprise.
"No need!"
Yaolyi lowered her head. She could not help but rebuke in her heart, 'My entire body is full of injuries. Do I have to go numb all over?'
As she thought about it, she added in a low voice, "I don't feel safe."
Hsiao Hee nodded blankly.
"It just so happens that I don't know how to use anesthetic. This way I can save time and effort."
He disinfected the blade with alcohol, then placed it on the candle and roasted it. With a "peng" sound, the blade burned.
Then, Hsiao Hee, with that flaming dagger, aimed for her wound and was about to cut it.
"Wait!"
Yaolyi suddenly said as she took her hand away.
"What for?" Hsiao Hee asked in confusion.
"Are you trying to take revenge on me?"
Yaolyi asked cautiously.