C28 Piercing arrow inserted deep into chest

The lacerated wound, the flesh turned over and over, from the front of the shoulder all the way to the back. Although it looked serious, this kind of penetrating wound was not fatal. The problem was that there were several wounds on Feng Qingxiao's body, all of them extremely heavy. The wounds had already been bandaged, and after the bandages were removed, their sinister and terrifying appearances made Yun Zhao, a martial general, unable to help but gasp.

With such a heavy injury on his body, he was still able to keep himself awake, and not showing the slightest bit of pain on his face. He couldn't help but look at Feng Qingxiao with a gaze of reverence.

The most fatal wound was on her chest. The crossbow arrow remained on her chest and had not been cut down.

This was because this place was simply too dangerous, easily pulling out the crossbow arrow would very likely take Prince of the War God's life.

Seeing this wound, the corners of Yun Zhao's eyes twitched. To be able to live after such a serious injury, he was still clear-headed.

Maintaining consciousness was the most difficult thing, because the price to pay for staying awake was enduring endless pain and suffering from these injuries. One would not be able to eat or sleep well!

Yun Zihuang glared at Feng Qingxiao as he scrunched his eyebrows, "Such a heavy injury and yet you're still running around. It's fine even if you don't want to live, it will bring a lot of trouble to the doctor. Do you know?"

He hated people who were sick and injured, yet still insisted on pretending that he was very strong, that he didn't properly recuperate, and that he would harm his own body. This was because this kind of person would always increase the work of the doctors and waste more medicine. Thus, the recovery speed was naturally also slow.

"princess, do not be rude to your highness." Yun Zhao warned her in a low voice.

Who was this person in front of him?

The famous War God in the world had joined forces to kill gods, and was the only one with a different surname, the King Jingyuan who wielded a heavy army in command of the north!

In the eyes of the people in Tianyuan Kingdom, the name Feng Qingxiao was infinitely close to a god!

The War God of the Tianyuan Kingdom, the guardian god, the invincible and invincible King of generals, an existence unrivalled by all martial artists in the world!

Who would dare to be the least bit disrespectful to King Jingyuan?

Even the current emperor spoke to the King Jingyuan with extreme gentleness and courtesy. The only one who could wear a weapon and enter the imperial palace, and the only one who could meet the emperor, was someone who did not need to kneel and kowtow to the emperor!

"Hmph, you're such a nuisance. I've seen people I hate. I've never seen you so much!"

Her thick eyebrows were twisted into a blur. In her eyes, there were only patients, no War God generals and so on. All the wounded and sick were the same in her heart. Cooperate with the healer and take care of the injured and recuperate well, that was the good child she liked. Feng Qingxiao, who was severely injured, poisoned, and had traveled a long distance on a horse carriage, and was still running around, and was courting death in her eyes, was a type of patient that she hated the most.

Prince of the War God was silent. princess was the first person who dared to be so rude to him. However, for some reason, he did not get angry, nor did he dislike it. Instead, he looked at the spirited expression on her face.

Her brows were like a distant mountain, and her eyes were like autumn water. Her appearance, didn't fit Tianyuan Kingdom's concept of beauty.

In the capital, the daughter of a famous family. Her beauty took weakness as her beauty, and she was a popular beauty with faint willow leaf eyebrows and crescent moon eyebrows. There had never been a girl who was willing to have a pair of man's eyebrows in the distant mountains. White to the point of being bloodless, exquisite like jade, willowy waist, weak like the wind. This was the standard of the capital's beauties.

However, as the daughter of one of the famous families in the capital, Yun Zihuang possessed an brows as thick as a man's eyebrows, limbs and waist that were thicker than even the standard beauties of the capital. Having come from the Martial General Family, she had practiced martial arts since childhood and possessed a strong and beautiful figure. However, in the eyes of the noble young masters and ladies of the capital, she did not meet the standards of a beautiful woman. Especially her skin color. She loved to train in martial arts and rode a fast horse at a gallop. She had a healthy pale wheat color. In the capital, this was ugly.

Yun Zihuang also didn't have the delicate, jade-like hands that the beauties boasted about, that the men loved as if they were treasures. Her hands were covered in calluses and were the ugliest hands out of all the renowned beauties in the capital, due to her relatively thick fingers in martial arts practice.

Because of these two ugly hands of the capital, and also because of her ugly complexion, and also because she learned to ride martial arts and always wore military and riding clothes, she was very different. Many noble ladies secretly called her ugly.

"Feng Qingxiao, you want me to treat you?"

He nodded. "Antidote first."

"You want me to treat you? As my patient, you have to follow my rules. My rule is, you have to listen to me unconditionally and absolutely. "

His thick eyebrows were raised and a dark light flashed in his phoenix eyes. No one had ever dared to say such words to him, making him completely obedient. Even the Tianyuan Kingdom Zhi Zun would speak to him with a very gentle attitude when he was talking to him, so he would not say such words with such a vile attitude.

Her lips slightly pursed as her black eyes flashed with a sharp light. He stared at her and she at him. Neither one of them was willing to show weakness as they stared at each other.

After a long while, Yun Zhao's body stiffened and he felt a huge pressure.

"If you can cure my poison, then this king will abide by your orders during your treatment."

Finally, War God said those words, causing Yun Zhao's body to become light, and he could not help but look at Yun Zihuang with a strange gaze. How could the noble princess resist the pressure of the Prince of the War God, and act as if nothing had happened?

"Then be good, from now on, you are not allowed to move, just stay here and recuperate."

"Repeat what This King just said."

His voice was cold and indifferent. He even closed his eyes, too lazy to say another word.

"Your Highness has said that princess can cure Your Highness' poison, and your Highness will comply with your orders during your treatment."

Yun Zhao couldn't help but repeat what Feng Qingxiao had just said.

Yun Zihuang frowned even more. To actually dare negotiate with her, she smiled as she extended a finger and poked his chest a few times. She successfully saw his muscles clench, it was obvious that this War God felt some pain. At one point, she thought that this man didn't feel any pain, which was why he was so heavily injured and could run around as if nothing had happened.

"Are you sure you want to treat the poison first? You have to know that you can wait for the poison to show up. If your injuries continue to drag on, then you should become an idol of the True Martial Temple. "

The True Martial Monastery belonged to the imperial family. No matter how many dynasties there were, they would only serve statues of famous generals from various dynasties. Of course, famous generals could only be placed on the memorial tablets of the True Martial Monastery after death. With Feng Qingxiao's reputation, he would naturally enter the True Martial Monastery after death.

She had taken off all her clothes, and her pants were rolled up high to her knees. Her muscular body was exposed to the onlookers. If it was any other woman, she would have screamed out in embarrassment. She turned around and ran out. However, she was looking at every part of his body with great interest. It was as if she had always been looking into his bones.

"Have you seen enough?" he suddenly asked.