() The perennial march and battle, the wind and the sun, make Ziyan's skin show a healthy bronz.

Although he was lying on the sickbed for several years, it still did not change his complexion.

Zi Yan's figure was so good that Zi Ye was very surprised.

The toned and clear lines, strong abdominal muscles, and strong arms all show a man's strength and toughness.

It's just that in the midst of this perfect line, Zi Yan's body is covered with scars.

These scars can be large and small, deep and shallow.

Ziye's nose was a little sour.

Each of these scars represents a brush with death.

Zi Yan's career as a horse did not lose his life, which is already a blessing.

Her eyes were on his back, the wound still had a curved needle attached to it, and half of the wound was still rolling with flesh and blood.

Zi Yan quietly put on his clothes: "You saw it, right?" There are no major wounds, just stitch them up......"

Zi Ye didn't say a word, raised his hand and pulled off his shirt, gently pinched the scient needle, and skillfully stitched up Zi Yan's wound.

Zi Yan still wanted to dodge and refuse, but when she saw her skillful stitching techniques in the bronze mirror, her eyes trembled.

"This ...... It's also ionic occult? ”

Zi Yedai's eyebrows suddenly raised, and she glanced at Zi Yan's questioning eyes.

This kind of technique is not as simple as learning.

It takes countless times of practice to be able to keep your hands steady.

Otherwise, those who are in medical school don't have to do clinical internships.

"It's not...... It's a veterinarian ......."

"Veterinarian?" Zi Yan was a little speechless: "You follow the veterinarian...... Come to treat your second uncle? ”

Purple Night chuckled noncommittally, but her eyes were drawn to a quail-egg-sized scar on his shoulder.

There was a distinctly dented patch, as if the flesh had been cut off alive.

Her fingertips subconsciously touched the scar: "What's wrong here?" ”

Zi Yan's body trembled suddenly, instinctively avoided his fingertips, and put on his clothes.

Almost at the same moment, the smile on his face disappeared instantly.

"Let's go see your grandfather......"

"Second Uncle......" Ziye was unmoved: "Your scar is new...... Apparently a wound that was sustained not long ago...... Who did it? ”

"No one ......"

"Which son of a son did it?" Purple Night's eyes were cold: "Isn't it the prince?" He can't find me trouble, so he'll find yours? ”

"Don't guess......" Ziyan raised his legs and wanted to leave.

Zi Ye suddenly stepped forward, wanting to pull his sleeve to see what was going on.

Who knew that because of the rapid movement, he actually rubbed off an old nanmu box on the dresser.

"Smack......

The box fell to the floor, and after a little tumbling, the lid opened.

Ziyan reflexively picked up the Nanmu box, and then held it in his arms.

How could Ziye let him go for such an abnormal move.

The figure flashed, and he made a mistake beside him with agility, and when he stood still in the corner, he already had the Nanmu box in his hand.

Zi Yan subconsciously touched into his arms, and his face changed slightly.

"Purple Night, give me ......"

Zi Ye glanced at him indifferently, and opened the Nanmu box with a light pick of her fingertips.

When she saw the object in the Nanmu box, her pupils shrank significantly, and she looked up at Ziyan in shock.

"Second Uncle......"

In the Nanmu box, there was a piece of skin that was about to be air-dried.

And it's a piece of human skin.

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