Mirror Immortal Camp, inside a wooden house next to the bamboo building
Yuwen Dao sat cross-legged on a chair with his upper body bare. A middle-aged woman in a blue velvet jacket sat behind him, holding a bristle brush in her hand, dipping it into the blood in a bowl, and evenly applying it on his back.
As the area covered with blood increased, the pain on Yuwen Dao's face became more intense, eventually unable to suppress a hissing sound of pain.
"Hiss... Mother, be gentle, that's enough, applying two or three pounds today is fine, take it slowly!"
The woman, seeing her son's face twisted in pain, immediately put down the bowl and brush, and turned to gently caress the large wound on his shoulder with a heartache.
Smack...
The woman thought of something, her face darkened, and she slapped her son's other shoulder hard, angrily reproaching him:
