The Lady in the General’s Arms is a Bigshot in Mystic Arts

"Save Ah Fu? What's going on!" Mrs. Xie opened her eyes wide and suddenly turned to look at Jiang Fu. She took her hand and looked her up and down to make sure that Jiang Fu was fine and uninjured. Then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Xie Cheng lay there and watched, squinting his eyes and saying, "Grandma, what do you mean, don't you believe that I can protect Ah Fu?"

Old lady Xie glared at him and asked, "What on earth is going on!"

They all went out with the Shadow Guards, and yet he was injured like this, so it must be something serious.

"It's no big deal." Xie Cheng said slowly, "Aren't we all fine?"

Mrs. Xie frowned and glanced at his bloody leg. She knew that there were many people around and it would be difficult to talk about anything, so she didn't ask any more questions.

The servants lowered their heads and carried Xie Cheng back. Fu Ling looked at his bloody legs and was frightened to death, so she quickly stepped forward to show him.

As he stepped forward and used scissors to cut the fabric on Xie Cheng's injured area, he frowned and said, "What's going on? Didn't I tell you not to move around?"

Jiang Fu was wearing the light green shirt of the women's hospital. He stood quietly next to the old lady Xie and looked at Xie Cheng. To be precise, he looked at his blood-stained legs.

Fu Ling had already cut open his pants with scissors, revealing bloody wounds.

Xie Cheng saw that her eyes were a little red.

So he raised his hand and waved to Jiang Fu, motioning for her to come over to him.

If possible, he didn't want Jiang Fu to come over, but it was still difficult for him to talk from so far away.

Seeing that he wanted her to come over, Jiang Fu hesitated for two seconds and glanced at the old lady beside him.

The wrinkled hand held her snow-white and delicate wrist, looked at Xie Cheng and said, "What are you doing? Why don't you let Fu Ling take a good look at her now that she's like this? Why bother with her injuries?"

"Don't say you need someone to accompany you if you feel in pain, we are all here."

Xie Cheng leaned there, with no blood on his face, and everyone laughed angrily, raising his voice slightly and saying, "Grandma is thinking about that. Am I such a hypocritical person?"

Fu Ling, who was about to help him clean his wounds, paused, lowered his eyes and glanced at him, "You are right, you are so right!"

Maybe it wasn’t before, but it’s so true now!

Now, I am afraid that no one in Yandu can find a more hypocritical person than him.

Xie Cheng leaned there and looked at the little girl. There seemed to be endless affection in his twinkling black eyes. His narrow eyes were raised slightly, and the corners of his lips were curved, making it look like his eyes were getting darker and brighter. "I'm a little bit hungry."

"Afu, I want to eat small wontons~"

Fu Ling turned her head and glanced at him, her hands slightly paused.

Xie Yao and Xie Min stood aside. They glanced at Xie Cheng in unison and found a place to sit next to them.

He also knew that he needed to eat, and it seemed that the injury was not serious.

Jiang Fu looked at his bloody legs and nodded immediately, "Okay, I'll do it now!"

There was so much blood, it must have hurt.

How can I still laugh?

Xie Cheng still smiled and said in a gentle tone, "Actually, I'm not particularly hungry, I just want to eat. Ah Fu, take your time and don't be in a hurry."

Jiang Fu pursed his lips and nodded, his eyes slightly red, "Okay."

Because she had just bandaged him, a piece of her skirt was torn, and a piece on the side was missing, so it naturally looked a little weird.

Xie Cheng looked at the hem of her skirt again and said, "Let's change some clothes and do it again."