Chapter 1040 I Am Very Cold, so I Will Not Take the Initiative to Kiss You (6)

The girl's cold voice seemed to be a ray of light, and the light became more and more intense, and the dark world in front of her eyes collapsed and shattered in an instant.

Di Zhao returned to his senses.

Only then did he hold the silver hairpin with too much force.

He accidentally cut a hole in the palm of his hand.

The scars, which were neither deep nor shallow, were oozing blood at this moment, and bright red blood beads dripped down the fair skin.

Click.

A drop of blood fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The blood beads slowly bloomed, like a plum blossom in full bloom.

Di Zhao looked down, he pressed his hand on the wound, and another girl's call came from outside.

The boy stood up, and regardless of the wound on his hand, he took the things off the table and put them aside.

Finally move the table back to its original place.

The blood on his palm was blurred, and the boy didn't seem to feel the pain, so he obediently went to open the door.

After the door opened, he stepped back slightly.

The blood-stained hand shrank back, and it was behind her back.

Di Zhao looked at Feng Qian quietly, like a child who has done something wrong.

Feng Qian raised his foot and walked in.

She silently glanced at the environment in the room, and when she saw a smudged drop of blood on the ground, she paused slightly.

There was also a faint smell of blood in the air.

"You are hurt."

Di Zhao raised his eyes, and took a step back somewhat at a loss. Behind the girl, he saw the man who delivered the hot water before.

The teenager was a little flustered.

want to hide.

Finally, he looked at the girl in front of him, hesitated slightly, and stepped forward silently.

The hand that wasn't stained with blood grabbed the girl's waistband.

He was a little scared, and his back trembled slightly.

The boy's side face was pressed against the girl's lower abdomen, and his voice was very low: "Can... let him go?"

"Um?"

Feng was stunned.

The servants waiting outside were also a little confused.

"My lord, he seems to... want me to go."

Feng Qian paused, and raised his hand to touch the boy's head.

Probably in Yunshang Pavilion, something cast a shadow on him.

Feng Qian then said coldly: "Go down first."

"Yes, my lord."

The servants retreat respectfully.

After the other party left, Di Zhao's tense body gradually relaxed.

Realizing his posture at the moment, he blushed slightly, stepped back, lowered his head, and did not speak.

"Where did it hurt?"

Di Zhao's eyelashes trembled slightly, and after a pause, he slowly stretched out his right hand.

He spread his palms towards Fengqian, revealing his blood-stained hands.

The whiteness contrasts with the bright red of the blood.

There was a wound on the boy's white and tender palm at this moment, the wound no longer oozes blood, but the flesh and blood inside could be faintly seen.

Feng Qian lowered her eyes, she took a slight step forward, and raised her hand to hold Di Zhao's wrist.

The temperature of the girl's fingertips is warm, not cold.

Di Zhao raised his eyes in a daze.

The girl looked down at his wound at this moment, her eyes focused and serious.

The expression on the beautiful and clear face was flat, showing no worry or other emotions.

Even if the other party has such a cold expression all the time, Di Zhao still feels very warm.

Like the temperature of sunlight.

Feng Qian healed the wound on the boy's palm with spiritual power.

Under the wrapping of spiritual power, the scar healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the end, only the blood stains remained on the palm of his hand.

"Why don't you let people in?"

Feng Qian asked a question.

Di Zhao pursed his lips, refused to speak, and lowered his head.

"Because... afraid?"

As if being poked into something, Di Zhao blinked, and said in a low voice, "En."

Feng Qian patted the boy's head, and said caring words in the coldest voice: "Don't be afraid here, no one will hurt you."

Di Zhao couldn't help being stunned by the girl's words.

And the touch on the top of the head seems to have a soothing power.

After a while, Feng Qian withdrew her hand, and with a wave of her hand, the hot water outside was brought in.

Poured into the bathtub behind the screen.

"Go take a shower and rest early."

Remembering that there are still clothes in the space from before, Feng Qian picked out a few suitable ones and put them on the table.

She said: "You wear these clothes first, and then tell me if they don't fit."

"Um."

The boy nodded obediently.

It is normal to have doubts, the identities and characteristics of the fragments have not been fully revealed. The ancient god who is a hybrid of gods and demons, um, must be older than Qianqian.