After Yan Qi regained consciousness, he noticed that the little girl was still soaking in the water. At this moment, the wounds on her neck and wrist were still bleeding.
And these injuries were all caused by him.
"Sweetcake, I'm sorry…"
At this moment, Yan Qi only felt a deep self-reproach. He raised his large hand, and in a panic, he wanted to apply medicine to her wound.
It was only then that Mo Yunnian came back to her senses. When she noticed the injuries on her body, she hurriedly activated the spiritual qi in her body to seal the blood vessels in these two places to stop the bleeding.
She smiled sweetly at Yan Qi. "Brother Yan Qi, look, I'm fine."
Although it was a small injury, Yan Qi knew that she was afraid of pain when she was still a little packrat.
One's cultivation level and pain tolerance were completely different things.
"Do you have the medicine your brother refined?"
