I sell lunch boxes in the underworld

As soon as Meng Po came in and heard the words "tea in tea", she looked at Jian Er with great shock. She looked at Jian Er with a complicated expression, and the indescribable feelings in her eyes could not be hidden, and were about to overflow.

Is this really just extracting a portion of the soul? !

It doesn't look like only a part of it has been taken out, but rather the core has been taken out.

He is completely different from the usual self-willed, unstoppable King of Hell?!

I'm afraid those rumors about the underworld were false?!

If the ghosts in the underworld saw this, their jaws would drop in shock!

The key point is that if those princesses who were thrown out of Hades by Yan Wenjing before saw this scene, they would probably cry again! !

This time, the King of Hell is really going all out! !

The tone is full of tea, and it is also a self-torture tactic.

Tut tut...

In order to win favor, the King of Hell even lost his dignity!

Fortunately, they were not there. If they were, the rumors about the King of Hell would probably have given rise to new ones.

Jian Er seemed to have sensed her thoughts, and glanced casually at Meng Po with naked threat in his eyes.

Meng Po saw the threat in his eyes, her beautiful eyes rolled up, and she was too lazy to say anything!

Qin Yunie didn't know about their eyebrow lawsuit. After hearing what Jian Er said, he hurried forward to check without caring about anything else. He directly started to pull off Jian Er's clothes, wanting to see the wounds on his body.

As a result, we found that his wound was a little red and swollen, and pus could be vaguely seen, which was obviously caused by inflammation.

Seeing this, Qin Yunie's expression changed, and she pulled him to go to the hospital, "Let's go to the hospital to deal with it. Don't stay in the hospital. Your injury must be treated well, otherwise it will be difficult to heal."

Meng Po thought of his threats and sneered as she conjured a knife. She said grimly, "Why bother with all that? I'll just gouge her out with the knife."

Qin Yunie was stunned. "Ah? Just cut it out? No anesthetic required? And we have to bandage the wound, right? Otherwise, what if it gets inflamed again?"

Meng Po chuckled and shook the knife. "Don't worry, this is a special weapon I made. Using it to cut flesh is not only painless, but also can suppress inflammation."

Qin Yunie agreed without any doubt after hearing this.

Since Meng Po said that the knife has this function, then it must have this function. She and Jian Er have no grudges or hatred against each other, so there is no need for her to lie.

Although she preferred to let Sister Meng do it, she still looked at Jian Er and asked, "Is it okay for Sister Meng to help you cut out the inflamed flesh?"

Seeing Qin Yunie agree, Jian Er did not panic at all. When he heard her question, he just stared into her eyes, nodded, and replied softly, "Okay."

Meng Po didn't see Jian Er's expression change, and she let out a soft "tsk..."

Qin Yunie then turned to look at Meng Po and said seriously, "Sister Meng, thank you for your help."

As she spoke, she made way to make it easier for Meng Po to take action.

Meng Po waved the knife and cut off the meat with quick hands and eyes.

Qin Yunie just took a look and then looked at Jian Er involuntarily, but found that his expression didn't even change. Qin Yunie thought that the knife really had the effect of anesthetic and it didn't hurt when cutting the flesh.

Jian Er had many wounds on his body, the largest of which was more than ten centimeters long. Seeing that all the wounds had turned bright red and blood was flowing down, Qin Yunie kept wiping them for him, but even so, blood was still flowing out.

After Meng Po finished, she asked, "Xiao Yu Nie, what medicine did you give him before?"

Qin Yunie handed over the medicine given by Tang Yun and the others, "Use this."

"Tsk, such a good medicine, what a shame." Meng Po realized the preciousness of the medicine at a glance and handed it back, "Keep using it, it's quite good."

When Qin Yunie heard this, a hint of doubt flashed through his heart. If this medicine is so good, why is the wound inflamed?

But she didn't ask. Looking at Jian Er's pale face, she began to apply medicine to him gently.

I just hope that this time it won’t get inflamed again, otherwise this medicine won’t be enough.

Seeing Yan Wenjing's expression, Meng Po was speechless for a while. This act was becoming more and more smooth, so she said directly: "Okay, I'll leave first."

"Ah, I have this..." Qin Yunie looked at the medicine she had just applied halfway, and seemed to know what she wanted to say. Meng Po said directly: "There is no need to be so formal between us. No need to give me a gift or thank me."

After Meng Po finished speaking, she left. It was too late for Qin Yunie to say anything.

After Meng Po left, Qin Yunie continued to apply medicine to him, and then he heard Jian Er's voice above his head, "Is it okay?"

Qin Yunie said without even looking up: "Hmm? Are you talking about Sister Meng? Since Sister Meng said so, it shouldn't be a problem. I'll treat her to dinner later."

After applying the medicine, Qin Yunie looked up and found that Jian Er's face had turned even paler. He looked at her carefully and said, "Did I hurt you just now?"

He shook his head, "No, you moved very gently, and it didn't hurt me much."

At this moment, Qin Yunie noticed that a part of his hand was wrinkled, and he immediately had a guess, "You felt it when the flesh was cut just now, right? It's not really painless, right?"

Qin Yunie frowned and asked, "Then why don't you say it?"

Jian Er smiled and said, "It doesn't hurt much, don't worry."

Qin Yunie pursed her lips, as if even if she said it hurt, she would have no way to relieve the pain.

The next second, Qin Yunie's eyes lit up, and he went out to his room. Then he brought something back and said, "Stretch out your hand."

Jian Er reached out his hand in cooperation.

A pink candy was placed in the palm of the hand.

Jian Er blinked in confusion: "This is..."

Qin Yunie explained, "When I was sick as a child, my grandma would give me candy, saying that eating candy would relieve the pain. Although I still felt uncomfortable after eating it, it was better than not eating it. Maybe it's because my mouth feels sweet?"

Hearing this, a smile spread across his face. He put his hands away and nodded seriously, "Okay."

Qin Yunie frowned and warned, "You must not let this wound get wet, understand! Otherwise, if it gets inflamed again, it will definitely leave a scar! If you don't take good care of it now, it will most likely leave a scar."

Jian Er didn't answer but asked, "Do you mind having scars?"

Although Qin Yunie was puzzled, she still shook her head and said, "No, it's not like anyone really wants to have a scar, but scars don't look that good anyway."

Hearing this, Jian Er was silent for a while, as if thinking about something.

After a while, he said, "Don't worry, it won't leave a scar."

His words made Qin Yunie feel a little strange. What did whether he left a scar or not have to do with her being at ease?

And the wound hasn't healed yet, how does he know it won't leave a scar?