Fu Ye was not joking with Qing Yan Jing at all. After all, her injuries were extremely severe.
If he had arrived any later, even immortals would have been unable to save her.
"Y-you even helped wash my body?!"
Although Qing Yan Jing was deeply grateful to Fu Ye, this stranger who had saved her,
her innocence had been completely seen by him!
"Mm. I couldn't just watch you die in front of me. Since I could save you, naturally I had to."
As he spoke, Qing Yan Jing heard the crackling sounds of flames rising.
"You'd better not move around for now. If you pull at your wounds, I can't guarantee you won't be left with scars."
Only now
Even Qing Yan Jing, the goddess of the Futuo Ancient Clan, had resigned herself to her fate.
She had never expected to lose her innocence in such an absurd manner.
Still, she was quite curious about what Fu Ye looked like.
Her injuries were currently too severe for her to even use her spiritual sense to inspect her surroundings, much less look at Fu Ye's face.
Before long, the medicinal porridge, mixed with potent tonics and minced meat, was ready.
Though it was medicinal porridge, it gave off a rich, fragrant scent.
When the gravely injured Qing Yan Jing caught that aroma,
she felt that there was only one thought deep within her heart.
She wanted to drink it.
Very soon,
Fu Ye carried a bowl of medicinal porridge to Qing Yan Jing's side.
It was then that Qing Yan Jing finally saw the face of the person who had saved her.
"So handsome!"
Those two words were the only feeling in Qing Yan Jing's heart at that moment.
But being handsome alone was useless. One also needed sufficient strength.