However, when she took a step closer, she noticed a man sitting on the windowsill.

This room is not the floor-to-ceiling windows that are common in the Imperial Dragon Garden, but the windowsills covered with pure black marble, the windows are slightly open, blowing half of the curtains and swaying gently with the evening breeze.

On the windowsill, the slender man leaned back against the inner platform, his left foot was straight, his right foot was bent, he hung his head slightly, his right hand was on the knee of his right leg, and his left hand hung down at his side, which was obscured by shadows and could not see the movements clearly.

The man was motionless, his hair was not as mentally shaped as usual, some of it hung down on his forehead, and when it was blown by the wind, the proud dark brown could be faintly seen.

Tong Ran was stunned for a while, on such a big night, this man was sitting by the windowsill...... Blowing cold wind?

Wouldn't it be worse if you caught a cold?

When did he become so stupid?!

She was just about to speak, when suddenly, a cold and hoarse male voice sounded: "Go out." ”

Out of the blue?

Looks like he's fine, he's survived the poison?

So why is he still sitting there, pretending to be cool?!

Tong Ran thought about it, so he stepped forward, picked up the blanket on the bed, and walked over with him, "Monan Jue, do you want to put this on?"

"I'll call you," the man paused, taking a breath as if he were a little struggling, and the next two words suddenly became heavy, "out of the air." ”

Tong Ran keenly heard that something was wrong with his tone, and his falling heart hung up again, "What's wrong with you?

"Get out. ”

"......" is the same word again.

Could he still have some new ideas?

Tong Ran took two steps forward with the blanket, and just wanted to persuade him to come down, but when he got closer, after seeing the movement of his left hand hidden in the dark, he opened his mouth wide!

He......

The palm of his left hand was wrapped around a pot of cacti full of brown-red spikes!

The original green cactus had already been soaked with bright red blood, and the blood flowed down the lines of the cactus, soaking the soil underneath.

What the hell is he doing?!

Isn't it fun to hurt yourself like this?!

Do you know that you will die if you lose too much blood?!

Tong Ran was so frightened that the six gods were gone, and hurriedly threw away the blanket in his hand, and stretched out his hand to pull his hand away, "Mo Nanjue, let go quickly!"

But her hand stretched out, but she did not dare to touch him.

Just looking at her makes me feel very painful, ten fingers connected to the heart, this movement must be even more painful.

What to do?

What now?

The man didn't react after listening to her words, still maintaining the posture she saw when she came in, but said coldly: "Go out." ”

Although his body did not move, Tong Ran could feel that when he spoke, he held the wrapped cactus ball in the palm of his left hand.

Even she could hear the spikes digging into the flesh.

Boom.

There was a warm liquid spilling out and dripping on her clothes.

Make her tremble all over!

She knew that Mo Nanjue was using such a ten-finger pain to resist the toxicity of the churning in his body, just like fighting poison with poison, he was overcoming pain with pain.

Moreover, it can keep him sober and not do anything ruthless.

Although Tong Ran understood that maybe this would really work, but had he considered the consequences?

Wouldn't it be worse if the punctured wound was left untreated, infected or caused by some other complication?