Wugou did not answer, merely withdrawing his sharp teeth. The sensation of being suckled made Linghu Xinglang itch; he panted heavily and said, "Is it tough? That's a saber wound from three years ago. I didn't have medicine when I first arrived in Tong City, so I just had to grit my teeth and endure it. The scar looks hideous, doesn't it?"
Wugou remained silent, clamping one hand firmly around Linghu Xinglang’s wrist while using his other hand to press Linghu Xinglang’s head down into the pillow, preventing him from speaking further.
Linghu Xinglang’s face was buried in the pillow. He breathed in the scent of sandalwood wafting through the room and refused to stop. "Hmm... that one there is a crossbow wound. The man knew we were tracking him and set an ambush in a small mountain hollow. We fought for three days and three nights before we managed to break out... The wound wasn't large, but the bolt was tipped with poison. It took half a year of recovery before it finally healed."
Chapter 248