"Ahem, ahem, who's going to get out of here." The voice was hoarse, like the rubbing of a broken jar.

"Childe is me, Nanfeng is back."

"You shouldn't come back, get out quickly, in case you get infected."

Shang Hong said weakly, and Nian Xiaojiao stood at the door stupidly. The man had only been seen for two months, his cheeks were sunken, and he was already so thin that he could not walk. The hand that exposed the thin quilt was as thin as a hemp stalk, and only a layer of skin was wrapped around the bone.

On the outside, it looks just thin and scary, and there are no other abnormalities. It was not as full of sores as Nian Xiaojiao imagined.

"Childe, who do you see coming?" The room was a little dark, and the south wind squatted and squatted......

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