Chapter 36 Evil Man Coma 1

With enough milking, I dragged the evil man back to my room.

I wiped the sweat on my face with my hand, and I sat on the stool angrily, looking bitterly at the evil man lying on ** and the mottled blood stains along the road.

Don't do this to me, okay? In my last life, I worked hard and didn't kill a living. I would even feel guilty for stepping on an ant for a long time. When I eat chicken, duck and fish, I would close my eyes and read the Sutra, although I don't believe in Buddhism; I haven't committed a crime. I usually have time, but I just stay at home and watch TV. Handsome man, when I go online and occasionally go out for a walk, I also go to the supermarket to buy food. Even when I walk on the road and see old ladies and grandfathers crossing the road, I will help them over. Although many times, the direction is reversed, I will immediately say sorry and then help them back again. When I picked up money when I was a child, I It will be sent to the police uncle. I didn't stop sending money until they told me in a kind manner that I should not send a dime...

There are many behaviors that can be called good citizens' pian in the 21st century, and I won't say them one by one. Alas, what can I do? Who told me to be so low-key~

However, thief God, even if I keep a low profile, you don't have to do this to me. I was inexplicably sent to this strange world by you and lived in horror for three years. Finally, I was relieved in the third year. I thought I had survived, but you stuffed me so much... It's a terrible thing. You think this is a TV series. Even if it's a TV series, you can give me a spoiler, so that I'm a little prepared. It's easy to deal with these messy things.

When I think of my recent experience, I can't help but feel a headache. Of course, my heart hurts even more... Originally, I thought I had dealt with it and could have a good rest, but unexpectedly, a Cheng Yaojin-evil man gave me another scene of kidnapping, and the scene was so similar. I have to say that I absolutely didn't match this evil man. Otherwise, how could I not be good every time I met him?

Looking at his pale face and weak breath in a coma in **, I actually want to beat him as hard as last time and vent my resentment against him. I just remembered the pill he just gave me, and the words he said before he fell into a coma, which made all my actions transformed from resentment. One torch. I can only poke him with my eyes. Of course, if my eyes can kill people, I will probably poke hundreds of holes in his body...

Sitting on the stool and resting for a while, stroking his forehead with his hand, and then looking at the blood stains along the road, he knew that his injury this time was more serious than the last time. He died in my room. Moreover, I was stuffed with poison by him. Life was not in my hands, so I could only reluctantly support his sore body and walk to his body. Edge.

I moved my sour shoulders and wanted to see his injury clearly. I took the opportunity to untie the evil man's clothes. When I peeled off his underwear, a sense of stagnation went along my hand to my chaotic brain.

The evil man closed his eyes, twisted his eyebrows into a word "chuan", and snorted, as if he was suffering great pain.

I came to my senses and stopped quickly. I didn't dare to continue.

I looked carefully at his white brocade underwear, and the blush on my chest appeared in front of me. I could feel the bloody sticky feeling without even touching it.

What on earth did he do? How could you be so seriously injured?

I frowned and thought doubtfully.

It's just that time doesn't wait for people. If you waste a little more time, the vitality of the evil man will pass by one point. Although I also hate his two hostages to me, at least it's a human life, and my life is still in her hands.

I sighed, frowned, and resisted the discomfort. I walked to a cabinet, opened the drawer, and took out the scissors inside. Then, I took some medicine and wine that will be used later.

Returning to the evil man, he pressed the nausea and dizziness caused by the blood, and his hands trembled slightly and picked up the scissors to cut the clothes on his chest. Not long after cutting, I stopped my hand, gasped heavily, and my forehead was covered with dense sweat, winding down the temples.

Alas, it's really melancholy. I didn't expect that another body would still be full of fear and palpitations for blood. It seems that this mild halo goes deep into my soul.

I couldn't help shaking my head with a wry smile.

But I also knew that I couldn't wait any longer. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. After exhaling the turbid breath and opening my eyes, the nausea of blood in my mind faded a lot, so I calmly picked up the scissors again and continued what I had just done.

I finally cut the clothes in front of the evil man's chest, and I gasped.

It's too deadly!

A big wound appeared in his chest, and the open pink new meat was still bleeding out, which was horrible.

I looked strangely at the pale and weak-breathing demon in front of me.

Sure enough, good people don't live long and live a thousand years!

Comparing my fate with him, I can't help feeling very depressed!

He sighed and didn't have time to think about these messy things. He suppressed the surprise and resentment in his heart, quickly wiped the blood stains next to his wound with the previous good water, and then poured some of the jar of wine that Dumb had not finished drinking. He was also afraid that he would pour too much, which would make him unable to withstand the strength of the wine. After thinking for a while, he took the wine Pour it into my mouth and carefully spray it into his chest.

I wiped the wine on his lips and evenly applied the powder on his chest. Seeing that his clothes had been torn by me, I tore off his underwear, tore the bloodless one into strips, raised his upper body, and tied it up with difficulty, and then I was relieved.

I can only pray that he won't have a fever in the middle of the night. Looking at the unconscious evil man, my eyes showed a trace of sadness.

Just as I was about to get out of bed, my eyes inadvertently swept over the dark gold-trimmed robe that he had been stripped open by me. A glimmer of inspiration flashed in my mind, but it was so fast that I didn't have time to catch it.

After thinking about it for a while, I had to continue to stare at his clothes to see if he could regain the inspiration that had just flashed from his mind.

Clothes, by the way, I can search his clothes!

Suddenly, I remembered that I could search his clothes. After all, his poison did not come from nowhere and must have been put somewhere in his clothes.

I was so sure that I searched the evil man's body and finally found a small bottle at his cuff. Busy opening the cork, three pills of different colors were poured out.

I was dumbfounded, and how did I choose?

Is it possible to throw copper coins to decide my fate? However, it seems that it is not very reliable. The copper coin has only two sides, that is to say, if it is two pills, the probability of each accounting for half, or under the premise that one of them is an antidote.

So, pulling flowers? Well, this decision can be passed!

After thinking about it, I didn't get a good way. If I take one of them, which is contrary to or superimposed with the medicine in my body, then I can directly get a lunch box and discuss the philosophy of life with God.

I didn't dare to give my life to luck. I looked at the three pills in front of me with sad eyes and was speechless.

With a wry smile, I put back the three pills in the bottle and put them close to me. Once something happens to this evil man, I can only take these three pills to identify them. After all, I have done everything I should do, and I can only leave it to fate.

However, I was still a little angry. Why did I get so seriously injured and come to my yard? Before I came to a coma, I didn't forget to give me a heavy blow. Who on earth did I provoke?

He gritted his teeth and looked at the sleeping evil man, but felt very powerless.

I wiped the sweat on my face with my cuffs. I got out of bed and sat down on the stool, panting. I really didn't want to see the blood stains of the evil man and **. I turned my head and poured myself a glass of water. After drinking the water in my hand, I breathed a sigh of relief, but when I saw the blood stains on the ground and **, I I'm completely helpless.....

speechless, he looked at God with a middle finger and dragged his body that had just recovered a little vitality to clean up this mess.

I can't help it. If Dumb comes and sees these blood stains, I will definitely doubt it. Besides, I don't want to continue to stay in this bloody room.

Put on a mask, go to the kitchen to pick up some grass ash, and sprinkle the grass ash along the road in the bleeding position of the evil man. After waiting for a while, he cleaned it with a broom, opened the window of the room for ventilation, and cleaned the bloody clothes and bedding by the way. After all this, he looked up at the sky, and it was already a little dull. At this time, I remembered that I hadn't even had lunch in the evening. He smiled bitterly, dragged his tired body, washed his hands, simply made some porridge, and ate it.

When I went out, my eyes involuntarily looked in the direction of the dull room, but the purpose was dark.

How long has it been since you saw Ah? I was slightly stunned.

It's only been a few days, how come I haven't seen him for a long time?

I think he is now unfolding his blueprint for revenge. After all, how can he fill his anger without giving some heavy blows to the bosses of Linfu?

I resisted the sourness in my heart and raised my feet to my own room.

God's wish to pray for the evil man not to have a fever was finally failed. In the middle of the night, the evil man began to have a fever and his body was hot. I was so anxious that I didn't dare to call a doctor. I was afraid that they would be strict and preach something. After all, I didn't lose my sense of proportion. I still remember some common sense of first aid. I brought a basin of cold water, soaked him with a towel, and wiped his whole body. Of course, I only regarded his body as a statue (obviously took advantage of the opportunity... Embarrassing!), and then, paint the evil man's body with the rest of the wine.

After tossing around in the middle of the night, the evil man's fever faded. I was relieved and suddenly felt tired and pulled down my eyelids a little. Considering that the bed was occupied by a demon man, I had to wrong myself and lay on the table* for one night.