Xuanyuan Mo Ze raised his eyes to look at her and said, "I'm not doing anything, just looking at your wound."
Feng Jiu froze for a moment and couldn't help but reveal a light smile, "It's already scarred, as long as I rest for a few days and don't tug on the wound, it will heal faster."
"I still need to take a look before I can rest assured." He said, as he continued untying her clothes.
Seeing this, Feng Jiu was a little helpless, but seeing that his eyebrows were knotted full of worry, she also let him be.
When the clothes were lifted off, revealing that wound between that waist and abdomen, the breath on Xuanyuan Mo Ze's body instantly chilled, as if frost had instantly descended, the entire room's breath was as cold and piercing as winter.
"The wound is very deep, the thing that injured you is not a sword, what is it?" His voice was low, but one could still hear a hidden hint of trembling in that voice.