After Wei Qing poured medicine for the wound, he bit one end of the bandage with his mouth, and rolled it a few times with his other hand, and then tied a knot.

At this moment, a smiling male voice sounded in the silent corridor.

"Tsk, it's so ugly."

Red Sun stood diagonally opposite Wei Qing, leaning lazily against the wall, hooking his lips, and looking at Wei Qing with a pair of peach blossom eyes that seemed to be smiling. Red Sun is an aesthete, he pays attention to beauty in everything, and sometimes when he kills someone, if he thinks that the death of the killed person is too ugly, he has to go back and fiddle again.

Wei Qing saw that it was him, and stood up, his dark eyes narrowed, and a murderous aura was gathering.

"You're just in time, I'm going to settle the account for this shot."

Red Sun's smile widened, revealing a mouthful of white and neat teeth, and he peeled off the broken hair on his forehead, and suddenly his laughter stopped, and his breath soared.

"Just with your hand?"

"One hand against you, more than enough."

"Then try it, I like to play with the best players." There was an excited light in the eyes of the red sun, you must know that the masters are very lonely.

"Don't talk nonsense, let the horses come." Wei Qing stood up and rushed towards the red sun with his fist.

Red Sun defended Wei Qing's attack beautifully, and when Red Sun began to make moves, Wei Qing also stopped them one by one. The two of them fought from one end of the corridor to the other, and then back, and the walls were full of potholes, and everywhere they went, they were in shambles. Fortunately, the soundproofing equipment in the ward is relatively high-end, so Murong Feng and them were not affected.

The battle between the two stopped, Wei Qing suddenly pulled out the "streamer" on Hongri's waist and put it on Hongri's neck, while Hongri's hand was dragging Wei Qing's bandage.

"Still fighting?" Wei Qing brought the sharp edge closer to his neck.

"I won't fight today, and when you're ready, we'll fight again."

Originally, Wei Qing's knife had already been put down, but the next scene made him dumbfounded.

Hongri was holding a bandage and was bandaging Wei Qing's wounds with his head down.

His slender and slightly cool fingers touched Wei Qing's skin, Wei Qing's tall body froze suddenly, and the knife he put down picked up and put it on Hongri's neck.

"What are you doing? Get your dirty hands out of my way! ”

The red sun was unmoved, deaf and deaf, his eyes drooping, unusually serious, and all he could see was his long eyelashes and earrings that sparkled in the light.

"It's wrapped, isn't it much better than the one you just wrapped?" Red Sun finally let go, full of smiles and a look of relief.

"Are you sick?" Wei Qing roared, threw the knife to Red Sun, pulled the bandage tied into a bow, and threw it on the ground.

Red Sun snorted coldly: "You are really revenge." ”

"I'll count three, and if you don't disappear before my eyes again, don't blame me for being rude."

Hongri left in a huff, Wei Qing sat back on the bench again, after the fight just now, his wound seemed to be more serious, he took a piece of medicated gauze, pressed it against the wound, and rested with his head against the wall and closed his eyes.

As long as they survive tonight, the people who came to pick them up will arrive tomorrow morning. After all, he is now in someone else's territory, so Wei Qing does not dare to relax for a moment. With Ouyang Cheng's current situation, he shouldn't be able to hurt his own young master, it's the one called Red Sun, so he has to guard against it. That guy must have a sick brain, playing cards out of common sense and doing things that people can't understand.