Just died.

Not long after Zheng Langzhong died, Su Muhan touched it lightly with his hand, and Zheng Langzhong's body temperature was slowly dissipating, but it was not completely cold.

"Died so coincidentally?"

Su Muhan couldn't help but smile bitterly, what does it mean that this time is so accurate?

Are you just waiting for me to come and collect your body?

But forget it, too lazy to worry about the dead, Su Muhan casually set fire to Zheng Langzhong's medical hall and burned it down.

Su Muhan just took a general look at Zheng Langzhong's medicine cabinet, which had been covered with dust for a while, so Zheng Langzhong was not able to undertake Su Lingfeng's severed finger connection now.

That being the case, where would Su Lingfeng be in Yunguan City? Where in this place will there be the intermittent cream that Zheng Langzhong had refined?

Suddenly, Su Muhan remembered someone: Yuwen Ji......

……

The next day, Su Muhan appeared casually in the lecture hall of the Wolong Valley Immortal Pavilion.

Song Sizhe is also there.

Looking at the edge of Song Sizhe's clothes that emerged from the neckline, Su Muhan realized that Old Song's self-healing and recovery ability may not be as fast as his own body.

"You...... Does the wound still hurt? ”

Su Muhan's voice suddenly became gentle, but Song Sizhe's expression was still the same as always, and the pain that came from his back from time to time would make his expression twitch unnaturally.

"I'm afraid you've already remembered what happened at the beginning, right?"

Su Muhan asked again, but Song Sizhe changed back to the original wooden fish head.

"Otherwise, why did you block the arrow for me the day before yesterday?"

Su Muhan asked again, taking advantage of the fact that Dongfang Shuo was not paying attention on the stage, Su Muhan also put his face in front of Song Sizhe, only to find out that this guy had been enduring great pain to come here to listen to the school......

Therefore, Song Sizhe still did not answer, because he did not have the extra strength to answer at all.

After a short gap, and when Dongfang Shuo was not paying attention, Su Muhan directly reached into Song Sizhe's collar with one hand, and then groped his back for a while......

This time, Song Sizhe stood up suddenly, glaring at Su Muhan with some anger in his eyes.

"Mu Han! What are you doing and why did you ......?"

Xia Lan had been watching from the side, quite puzzled.

But as soon as Song Sizhe stood up, he instantly noticed that something was abnormal......

The wound on the back doesn't hurt anymore......

"Song Sizhe, what are you going to do?"

Su Muhan was a thief, and after touching someone's back, he was already sitting in his position as if nothing had happened, and he was looking at Song Sizhe with an innocent face at the moment:

"yes, what's wrong with you? What do you want to do when you stand up like this? ”

After speaking, Su Muhan's eyes blinked twice very movingly.

Song Sizhe found that his back was no longer painful, and he couldn't answer what he wanted to do for a while, so he could only sit down silently again.

At this time, Song Sizhe found that there was an extremely deep wound in the center of Su Muhan's right palm, which was stretched out to his back and touched indiscriminately, as if it had just been cut with a knife......

"You ......"

Song Sizhe seemed to understand what was going on: "Your blood ......"

"How? It doesn't hurt now, does it? ”

Su Muhan looked at Song Sizhe with a smile, and then gave him the wound on the palm that had just been scratched: "My blood is more than the plasters that Senior Brother gave you, right?" ”

As soon as Su Muhan finished speaking, the senior brother sitting in front of him had already turned his head in a ghostly manner, and his strong sixth sense told him that someone was saying bad things behind his back......