Chapter 690 (1/2)

”Hum, don't be hard of mouth. If you hurt me, I won't spare you.” Caiyun pursed his small mouth, roasted the tweezers on the fire again, then carefully put the tweezers into the wound, and immediately frowned slightly.

Li Qing's eyes twitched slightly, but the expression on his face seemed to have not changed at all. After a while, Caiyun took out the tweezers, and a bullet stained red with blood was thrown into the copper plate on the table, making a crisp sound.

”Does it hurt?” Caiyun asked softly.

”Nonsense...” Li Qing turned her eyes and shouted angrily.

”I can't see. You're really good.” Caiyun giggled at him. ”I thought you didn't hurt. You don't know that the hunters in the stockade were shot, and they cried and howled when they came to me.”

Li Qing groaned, ”I'm a man. How can I lose face in front of a little girl.”

”OK, you have great ability.” Caiyun said with a smile. Her voice was clear. She turned and took out a handful of gray black debris from the gray cloth bag. With a small hand, she sprinkled it directly on Li Qing's wound.

Li Qing, who had just returned a hard face, took a cold breath of pain in the twinkling of an eye, and the whole face twisted.

Wen yangteng stood up: ”won't it be infected?”

Raising his pretty little face, Caiyun glanced at Wen Yang gently and muttered with a little dissatisfaction: ”Grandpa's medicine is expensive. You can't buy it with money. You spilled it just now. Now I don't know whether it's good or bad. Look at your white hair problem, I won't be angry with you.”

Wen Yang's face changed, but Zhaxi's father sitting in the corner opened his mouth first: ”Caiyun, be polite to talk to the guests. Such a big girl's speech is rude, which makes the guests listen to jokes.”

Caiyun drum drum powder cheeks, can not help but also slightly red face, lower his head and no longer speak. Then he bypassed the thread, picked it with a curved needle and sewed the wound for Li Qing.

”I'm sorry, Caiyun is young and spoiled.” Dad Tashi took a cigarette and said with a smile.

”Uncle, it's too polite. We're too busy.” Deng Shi also responded with a smile, wrapped his hand around the back and pulled Wen Yang for a while, and the latter sat down quietly.

Father Zhaxi narrowed his muddy eyes slightly and continued: ”this is the medicine ash I made with the prescription left by my grandparents to remove blood stasis and relieve pain and speed up the healing of the wound. The conditions in the stockade are limited and the method is a little vulgar. Please forgive me.”