Zhen Xi looked at the eyes of the dyed ink and became cold and terrifying little by little, she had a bad premonition, and almost subconsciously blocked in front of the boy.

"Dye Mo, what do you want to do?" Zhen Xi stared at Dye Mo and said seriously: "He's just a kid......"

Although he is an extremely perverted, distorted three-view, and a little annoying bear child.

It's okay for a child to be beaten if he is mentally incomplete, but dyeing ink like this is obviously murderous.

Dye Mo was stunned for a moment, then showed an extremely gentle smile, and said, "Sister Zhen Xi, what are you doing with me so guarded, you won't feel ...... What would I do to a little kid......"

Dye Mo quietly gave the boy a look, and the little boy froze directly in place, not moving.

"Sister Zhen Xi thinks it's wrong, I naturally won't do ......"

Dye Mo pulled Zhen Xi's arm, sighed silently, and said, "Alas...... Sister Zhen Xi, you are too careless, like this...... I'm sure to leave a scar......"

"Huh? Zhen Xi scratched his head with a smile and said, "Anyway, if I leave a scar or not, no one will care." ”

The blood at the edge of the wound began to clot, the bleeding was a little less, and the whole arm began to swell.

Dye Mo looked at it distressedly, and said in a low voice: "No one cares what you say...... Oh, anyway...... Let's go wash the blood ...... first."

Zhen Xi nodded, then glanced back at the little boy and said, "Don't stand here, come with us, bear child!"

Dye Mo glanced at the boy, then simply snatched the knife from the boy's hand, and said with a gloomy expression: "This kind of dangerous toy, let's hand it over to my brother for safekeeping, okay?"

The little boy was still stunned, and his voice trembled and said, "You...... Are you human? Why is the skin the way it is......"

Dye Mo didn't speak, only left the little boy with a weird smile, and then neatly took Zhen Xi to the bathroom, and began to carefully wash away the blood stains on Zhen Xi's arm with clean water.

Zhen Xi looked at Dye Mo's frowning appearance and smiled: "Dye Mo, are you worried about me?"

"I'm ......" Dye Mo whispered, "how can I not worry about you, we have only been separated for such a short time, and you ......"

"Okay, aren't I okay? don't be sad......" Zhen Xi touched the head of the ink-dyed with his other hand.

Besides, in this kind of apocalyptic text, Zhen Xi, as a cannon fodder female partner, is only a miracle that she was injured so much.

Although the character of the ink-dyed in this world is a little tea, but ...... He's still dyed ink after all.

The little boy followed behind Dye Mo and Zhen Xi a little lonely, without saying a word, and glanced up at Dye Mo from time to time, as if he faintly showed a hint of excitement.

It didn't take long for Yan Mo to come over with some medicine to treat the trauma.

At this time, Zhen Xi's arm was already swollen into a huge radish......

Miserable and miserable!

Yan Mo picked up a handful of cotton thread and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, I didn't find the anesthetic, but your wound, to say the least, will require four or five stitches, so ......"

"What?!" Zhen Xi looked at the needle in Yan Mo's hand in horror and said, "Total...... President, don't scare me if I'm timid, you want to sew me?!"

"Heh, I don't have a long memory when I was injured, but now I know I'm scared?" Yan Mo frowned and said: "You can't do this wound without stitching, don't worry, I'm a professional ......"

"Professional, you're big!Don't sew!!" Zhen Xi swore to protect his arm to the death, and said: "You are a president who can't take care of yourself, you haven't sewed clothes, and you still sew me?!"

"Then what do you say! It is impossible to sew the ink for you!" Yan Mo said firmly: "That guy will tremble when you hurt your hands, and you can't sew at all." ”

Dye Mo lowered his head and affirmed, "Indeed...... I can't. ”

Well, don't say it's sewing arms, my ink-stained hands were shaking when I cleaned the wound just now.

And at this moment, a childish voice suddenly sounded.

"Or else...... I'll sew it. The silent boy seemed to calm down, he lowered his head and said, "I...... My mom and dad are both doctors, and I grew up sewing all sorts of things, so ......"

"No!" Yan Mo glared at the boy and said, "If I'm not mistaken, this knife wound seems to be your handiwork, can you help her deal with the wound......?"

The boy said indifferently: "I am the only one here who has experience...... This skin on my face is the ...... I sewed on myself."

The boy lifted the shredded hair on his forehead so that Yan Mo could look more closely, half of his face was almost covered with the purple skin, and the stitching was so beautiful that if it weren't for the different colors, he might not be able to see it at all......

The boy continued: "I scratched my face before, so I took a piece of skin from my mother's body and sewed it on my own face...... I think it might look a little better this way, but if my sister's arm is not stitched and sterilized, it may become infected......"

"Are you sure you're still arguing with me here about whether I'm up to it?"

The boy's eyes were firm and tinged with some imperceptible melancholy, like an actor dancing a cheerful ballet while listening to a sad piano tune...... I know that my forehead movements can't keep up with the tone of thinking, but I'm still dancing desperately.

"Let that kid try. Zhen Xi looked at the boy and said, "I believe you one last time, if you dare to harm me again, I will kill you, you know?"

The boy nodded obediently, and the ink knew that Zhen Xi couldn't move, and he sulked alone.

The boy took the medicine from the side, looked at them one by one, and then said, "Iodophor and alcohol are not enough, you can look for them again." ”

Yan Mo rolled his eyes helplessly and said, "I know, what else you said you wanted, I'll take it together." ”

"Scissors, be small, the smaller the better, and...... A bottle of high wine, if you can find analgesics, it is best. The little boy said as he flattened Zhen Xi's arm: "It's better to use a brown analgesic."

Zhen Xi barely pulled out a smile, she hissed in pain, and said, "Okay, little ghost, you look professional, by the way, what's your name?"

"My name is ...... Bai Qi ...... "The little boy said while disinfecting the wound, "You probably haven't heard of me......"

Zhen Xi carefully recalled the characters in the original work, it seems that there is no one named Bai Yan, but there is a woman named Bai Nana, who is a very annoying character.

Zhen Xi rolled his eyes and asked, "Bai Qi, you won't have anything to do with Bai Nana, right?"

"Huh?" Bai Qi froze, his lips trembled and said, "You...... How do you know Bai Nana......"

With his reaction, Zhen Xi felt more and more that these two characters were related, so he continued to ask: "Don't care how I know Bai Nana, what is the relationship between you and her?"

Bai Nana in the original book is one of the promoters of the zombie slaughter city, a proper villain......

"She's my mother'......," said the little boy without thinking, "but I'm a failure for her...... So, I want a better mom......"

Oh, you're the son of the villain......