The Elegant Dancing Years By Huo Li (火狸) | BL

Chapter 13 | Zuizhu

"If that's the case then the hit I landed on you was a fluke. You were wounded by Ruoshui, the wound must be bad. How is your injury?"

"Ruoshui?"

"That dagger, I call it Ruoshui." It was the same as his name in the organization in his previous life.

Wu Yao didn't speak. After a long time, he said, "Nothing."

"Take off your clothes." Since he felt bored, it would be good to look at Wu Yao's reaction. He was different from other killers, there seemed to be no ups and downs in his emotions, but Qi Mingyue still felt that as long as someone was human, they would have their own emotions. How could Wu Yao be an exception?

Wu Yao didn't ask why and didn't hesitate. He stood up and unhesitatingly began to undress. When his upper robe was all removed, the wound on his waist was apparent. It wasn't long, but it looked terrible. It hadn't healed completely and seemed particularly conspicuous.

It turned out that Ruoshui worked like this on people. Qi Mingyue studied the wound curiously for a while. Ever since he got Ruoshui, he hadn’t tested it out on people. In his previous life, he mostly used guns. Even when he used a dagger, it wasn't as sharp as Ruoshui. From seeing this, he was sure that most of the famous weapons were from ancient times and mechanical weaponry wasn't as good as the artefacts made by ancient craftsmen.

His fingertips prodded around the wound and felt Wu Yao's muscles tense under his fingertips. Qi Mingyue nodded in satisfaction, finally, he knew the effect. "Is it painful? I have some medicine for your injury, I would like to apply it on you. Is that okay?"

Wu Yao didn't respond. Qi Mingyue didn't know if it was a manifestation of hesitation, he just glanced at the wound a few more times and took out a few vials from his body. Taking one of them in his hand, he stuffed the rest back into his robes. During this entire process, Wu Yao neither changed his expression nor did he have a big reaction to the medicine vial he took out.

Qi Mingyue's tentative trial bore results. Wu Yao was really as he had guessed him to be, but his hands did not stop. He sprinkled the powdered medicine inside the vial on the older man's wound. All of his medicines were configured in the palace and their effect was largely
better than ordinary wound medicines. In a few days, his wound should be fully cured.

Waiting for Wu Yao to put his clothes back on, he could not see any change on Wu Yao's face, but Qi Mingyue keenly felt that his breath seemed to have softened. Looking down at the wound, Wu Yao said softly, "Thank you."

Compared to him, Chief Liu was a lot more talkative. Thinking of this, he couldn't help thinking of his Father Emperor. Qi Mingyue's character made him unable to wait for rescue. For the past few days, he had observed that Jing Huang had no joy which meant he hadn't gotten what he wanted.

It seemed that what he wanted was rather extraordinary, or he was unsuccessful in dealing with his Father Emperor, or...

With a bang, the door was kicked open. Jing Huang rushed in with an angry face and his entire body emitted a murderous aura. With a cold face, he sneered, "It seems that I still overestimated your status in that person's mind! Qi Xutian, in his eyes, can there be anything that can be valued by him?! He doesn't care about you at all! My Highness! I thought he loved you very much, but I never thought he wouldn't exchange that thing for your life, instead, he sent someone to destroy my Fenghua Palace!"

Qi Mingyue lowered his eyes and frowned. Father, Father, you really deserve to be my Father. Do you believe in my ability so much? Or you just don't care about me at all as Jing Huang said? Lifting his eyes again, he asked calmly, "I wonder what the Palace Master wanted to exchange me for?"