Chapter 2817 The Mischievous General's Beautiful Concubine (64)

He picked up the pen and was just about to continue drawing the map.

But I heard familiar footsteps approaching from far away.

His fingers stiffened, and he immediately threw the pen away.

But I heard Bai Weiwei's figure faintly sounded, "Master?"

Lu Xinglan just put down the pen, then turned around with a calm face: "Well, I'm back."

Bai Weiwei was holding a plate with bandages and medicines on it.

She glanced at the thrown ink on the table, as well as the ink pens that were casually thrown aside.

And those maps that draw half.

The girl frowned and sighed dissatisfiedly, "Why are you working again, didn't you let you rest when you were injured?"

Lu Xinglan clenched his fist to his mouth as if nothing had happened, and coughed to cover up.

"No, it's just tidying up. I didn't draw a picture with a pen."

Bai Weiwei looked at him helplessly for a while, seeing his guilty eyes wandering around.

He walked up to him and put the plate down.

Then rolled up the cuffs and said softly to him, "Take off your clothes."

With her back turned to her, Lu Xinglan lightly lowered his eyelashes and blushed when he heard these words.

He took off half of his clothes and straightened his back without showing a trace of helplessness.

And the girl behind him gently placed her hand on his shoulder and began to remove the bandage for him.

Light fragrance, with the smell of flowers.

She lowered her head, and with her soft fingers, she touched around his wound little by little.

The coolness of the medicine also slowly overwhelmed.

Under the lamp, the figures of the two people are so quietly intertwined.

After Bai Weiwei applied good medicine to him, she began to wrap the bandage on him.

The shoulder slope of the man's half is extremely perfect and beautiful.

When she touched it with her fingers, she could see the skin under his shoulders, with many pale marks of healed wounds.

Bai Weiwei paused with her fingers, and encountered a relatively deep mark.

Lu Xinglan's shoulders stiffened, and he felt that the girl's fingertips were slightly cold, as if there was some kind of indescribable magic power, and a little bit of itchiness spread from her fingers.

He lowered his eyes, breathing heavily.

And his fingers couldn't help moving, he felt like he was about to move, he wanted... to hold her fingers.

Don't wait for your hand to reach out.

Bai Weiwei said softly, "Are these wounds all from the frontier?"

Lu Xinglan's fingers froze, and quickly retracted them, and said in a flat tone, "Well, it's nothing serious, it's just a minor injury."

I'm afraid she will cry again.

He immediately explained: "It's really not a fatal injury. I have undergone special training since I was a child, and I can try to avoid all fatal attacks."

Even so.

But when he really went to the battlefield, he only had a little more chance of survival than others.

How many powerful people went to the battlefield, and one of them died if they were unlucky.

Lu Xinglan felt that his luck was still good.

At least he really didn't die.

Bai Weiwei suddenly said, "Who wants to kill you?"

Lu Xinglan's originally gentle expression froze for a moment, and then he said indifferently: "Maybe it's because of his great achievements."

He knew who was going to kill him.

But he didn't expect the other party to be so eager.

Also so stupid.

There are still many problems in Nanguo, so kill him Lu Xinglan.

The Northern Kingdom immediately swept over.

Who can stop it?

Lu Xinglan couldn't think of anyone who could stop him, if he could find it, even Yuan Xuan himself could do it.

He's gone long ago.

Why are you still here.

In the past, he had no other goals, but lived for the goals of the Lu family.

Now he is... a little weak.