Cyan Corpse Assault

Finally, the bandage was done, and Feng Qingying straightened his waist, stretching his hands out to thump his waist, which was about to break.

Xiao Feimo immediately supported Feng Qingying and helped her massage her waist, "You haven't moved an inch the entire afternoon?"

"It moved, but it was useless."

Feng Qingying was a little guilty, she really did not move, but the key was that she did not have time.

"You, when you're busy, you forget about everything, even your body doesn't care." Xiao Feimo's heart ached for Feng Qingying, and he rebuked her.

"Alright, I'm starving. Hurry up and take me to eat."

Xiao Feimo supported Feng Qingying forward, and seeing that his entire body was covered in blood, Feng Qingying raised his two blood-red hands, "Do you think it's dirty?"

"I'm bleeding as much as you are."

Xiao Feimo was very calm, and didn't react at all to the bloody hands.