The man, or only a young man, has a slender posture and perfect proportions, especially the legs, which are long and straight, with a dusty and clear appearance, picturesque eyebrows, as if containing distant mountains and flowing water, hidden in the dense fog and clouds and rain, with the hazy artistic conception of ink painting, male and female.

His natural and delicate appearance is so exciting to see, and I can't help but look at it again and again, but the yin and evil aura hidden in those eyes, as well as the seriously injured eyebrows that do not move, and the iron man-like will, all raise this person's aura to a dangerous level.

Do not enter the living.

If you want to compare with which figure in history, there is probably only King Lanling.

"Have you seen enough?"

The young man's low and hoarse voice sounded, his expression did not move, only his dark eyes seemed to have a wind rising, rolling up the clouds, and rolling out a black and oppressive dangerous aura.

If the clouds are coming.

Joan retracted her gaze, came to a cabinet, opened it, and took out the medicine box from the system space under the cover of the door.

[Master, this man is very dangerous at first glance, you are like this with the tiger as a skin, if you are not careful, you will be eaten, it is better to be careful, find a chance to escape! ] 】

Although Bei Sansan in the system space was speechless without fear, he unconsciously brought a taste of awe when he mentioned the man.

"Why run away." Qiao An took the medicine box, walked towards the young man, and used his consciousness to communicate with Bei Sansan, "This man is not a thing in the pool at first glance, if he is overwhelmed, I am afraid that the taste will be unusual." ”

【Press...... Overpower?! 】

North Sansan was shocked.

"Isn't this the best excuse to save your life?" Joan continued to communicate with her consciousness: "I don't know why, as soon as I saw this man, I wanted to have a 419 with him. ”

【……】

Bei Sansan didn't dare to look at the young man's face, but he mustered up the courage to sneak a glance at the young man's long and straight legs, and couldn't help but think about it.

He can play with this leg for a year.

No, no, he's a boy paper.

Beisansan secretly felt sorry for himself, but he couldn't help but look at it again.

After a while, he covered his nose and turned to draw paper.

Oops, no.

I'm going to have a nosebleed.

Joan stood in front of the boy and glanced at his waist, where there was a dagger and a lot of blood spilled on the white T-shirt, and she reached for it, and some blood was stained.

It's a pity.

He suffered a back injury.

Joan wiped the blood from her fingertips and said, "It will take a lot of blood to deal with your wound, let's go to the bathroom to do it, the floor of this suite is full of carpets, and it is difficult to clean it if it is stained with blood." ”

When the boy thought about it, it was too.

A large amount of blood appeared on the ground, and once it was seen by the hotel customer service staff, I was afraid that there would be some twists and turns.

He nodded.

This is the presidential suite, the bathroom is very large, the teenager can stretch his feet when lying on the ground, Joan opens the medical box, and the contents are extremely complete, scalpel anesthetic and everything, enough for a minor operation.

She first took the anesthetic, but the boy grabbed her wrist with one hand.

"Don't give me anesthetics."

Joan raised her eyebrows and looked at the boy, "If you don't fight, it will hurt to wait." ”

"I hate the feeling of losing control." The boy said coldly.

Joan took the anesthetic and hummed softly in her heart.

It's really vigilant.

"In that case, you pull out the dagger, and I'll heal the wound." Qiao An was deliberately embarrassed, and said with a smile: "After all, this is a murder weapon, if it is held in my hand, one hand trembles, and the knife is poked deeper, and the wound is more serious, it will not be good." ”

The young man also knew that Qiao An was angry, but he couldn't let his guard down no matter what, so he only said, "Count me in debt to you for my life." ”

Qiao An snorted coldly, looking at the dagger on his waist, the piercing was not deep, it was a little biased, and it should not have hurt the internal organs.

She first took out small scissors to dispose of the clothes that had stuck to his wound and tore open his shirt.

Although he looked thin, he was very material, and his waist and abdomen were well-proportioned with eight-pack abdominal muscles, and he wanted to touch it.

So Joan reached out and touched it.