The boy froze for a moment, then relaxed.

Sometimes, internal forces are better than painkillers. After only two weeks of circulation, Su Jia felt the warmth of her internal organs.

But the boy was struggling - she had no basis for internal force, and he had to precisely control the output of the internal force and the speed of his travel, otherwise a single mistake could cause irreversible damage.

He finally couldn't bear it anymore and pushed Su Jia's head: "Sit down, I have an injury on my shoulder." She leaned on like that, which made him very uncomfortable.

Su Jia sat down when he heard this, and the young man's internal force circulated for another week before he slowly retracted it.

"Alright." Pu Yang had a cold face and got up to go to sleep.

Su Jia grabbed his trouser legs: "I'll look at your injuries." ”

The teenager has a black face, and if you drag it down again, your pants will fall off, okay! However, her request was also very rude, he was injured in the shoulder, is that a girl can look at it at will?

"Skin trauma, out of the way." The boy was dying.

Su Jia glared at the young man, "Xiao Langjun, take off your clothes obediently, my sister won't do anything to you." ”

What's going on with this female pervert's tone, hey!

After spending all his energy to heal Su Jia's injuries, the boy tried to take his own time, and it was right to accept her reward.

However, whose reward is like this, fall!

Su Jia picked off the boy's shirt and gasped. A bruised scar slanted from the shoulder blade across the entire back to the waist. It is caused by steel pipes.

For such an unbroken wound, it is useless to take medicine. Internal force has a miraculous effect on the treatment of internal injuries, but it is difficult to achieve skin care.

Su Jia sighed: "Silly boy, protect yourself next time." ”

"I'm not a child." The young man walked to the bathroom with a cold face and closed the door, "I want to take a shower, you go to sleep." "He really just let her look at the wound and not even touch it.

Through the clear glass mirror above the sink, the teenager stared into his eyes. For the first time after coming into this world, he saw himself completely clearly. When he is not deliberately suppressed, his eyes are gloomy and not like a living person, but more like a Shura messenger from hell.

She actually called a person with such eyes a "stupid child", I really don't know which one is stupid. The boy sneered and turned on the shower.

The next day, Puyang sent Su Jia to work as usual, and he took his bus card to get acquainted with the city. When it was time to get off work, he went home with Su Jia, or ordered takeout, or cooked by himself, and it was a quiet day for a while.

Half a month later, Puyang already knew the ancient city well. Like every ancient city person, he knows the alleys beyond the street. Like anyone who lives in the dark, he knows the hidden places that ordinary people don't know.

In the evening of this day, the two walked side by side in the small square downstairs, Su Jia's eyes suddenly lit up, and he took Puyang two steps closely. On the roadside cart, the colorful clouds are marshmallows.

Su Jia bought two snow-white ones, and each of them divided one of them. For this kind of food from unknown sources, Puyang has always been very wary. Another concern comes from the eyes of passers-by - most of the people holding marshmallows in their hands are young children.

After all, Su Jia couldn't be defeated, and Puyang ate the marshmallow suspiciously. But even he couldn't deny the sweetness of this food.

That night, Puyang woke up with a sore throat, and he decided that he had been poisoned. And it was dumb medicine - on the basis that he could only make a hoarse voice with difficulty.

Vigorously slammed open the door of Su Jia's bedroom, and the young man's cold hand pressed on her throat: "What poison did you give me?" ”

"What's wrong Puyang?" Su Jia came to his senses and was shocked to find that his voice was hoarse and his expression was flustered. "Calm down, I didn't poison you."

The hand was released, and the boy took a breath. He knew that she would not be poisoned, but Shicai was just too panicked, and the real mastermind behind the scenes must be at large in the dark at this moment.

Pu Yang found a pen and paper to write down the horrors they faced, and Su Jia's face changed drastically when he saw it. But then she asked her own question: "You and I eat and use the same, but why...... Haven't I been poisoned? ”

He found a flashlight and ordered the boy to open his mouth. Su Jia looked at it, "It's all swollen......"

She wasn't sure if it was really poisoning, and if it was poison in the water, she should have been hit with it. If it were through other means, Su Jia believed that no one could escape the eyes of the young man.

Fortunately, the boy has no other discomfort except for a sore throat, hoarseness and a slight low-grade fever. Su Jia changed her clothes, Puyang also changed out of SpongeBob SquarePants' pajamas, and the two rushed to the hospital.

Taxis in the ancient city are extremely difficult to reach, especially in the middle of the night. In a hurry, Su Jia stopped a black car and sent the two to the hospital at a price of 100 yuan.

A thin layer of sweat appeared in Puyang's palm, and Su Jia held his hand and whispered: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." ”

As long as it wasn't immediately fatal, she believed the hospital would cure him.

But what kind of poison did he get?

Her palms were also covered with sweat, wet and slippery.