"She's a complete idiot! She's never cared for her own body, taking pleasure in being wounded and glorying in dying in battle."
Chu Ji seemed to know her well and immediately began cursing her.
At the same time, Nanmen told Mo Qiong that people from the Xiao State had this sort of personality: brave and warlike, fearless of death, and treating scars as medals.
Mo Qiong rubbed his temples. Xiao Ji's attitude was giving him a massive headache.
It would be one thing if she were an ordinary person, but for a state princess to have this kind of personality was simply disastrous.
Not caring for her own body and casually taking pleasure in bleeding was equivalent to disregarding the deaths of her people.
She had just been born and had no scars, so she went looking for fights and deliberately let Chu Ji give her a few scars. That was an absurd reason to start a war.
Fortunately, there was something wrong with her head, and she was still bound by Slow Exile.
"Why is that?" Xiao Ji asked curiously after struggling for a long while.
Mo Qiong said coldly, "Just float there for now!"
Then he looked at the wounds on Chu Ji's back, which had been slashed by the axe blade. The bleeding had stopped, but any movement would still squeeze more blood out.
Mo Qiong immediately took out some wound medicine and applied it.
Chu Ji grimaced. "Don't touch it! It hurts! Human medicine doesn't work on me!"
Mo Qiong thought for a moment, then pressed a dragon crystal against the wound.
It was still useless. The wound remained exactly as it was, as though it could only heal naturally.
"How do you treat your wounds?" Mo Qiong asked.
Chu Ji gazed sadly at her tattered