Jia Ming's expression remained unchanged, still with a faint smile, stretched out his fingers, clamped the blade, looked at the old man in front of him with a smile, and said lightly: "Senior, knives and the like are too dangerous, not suitable for use as toys." ”

"Heh..."

The old man snorted coldly, let go of the handle of the knife, grabbed the crutches that had been caught under his armpit before, and limped towards his hospital bed, looking extremely withdrawn.

Jia Ming looked at the back of the old man leaving with a smile, and did not fall down again, but stood up and followed the old man slowly, until the old man stood at the window and kicked him in the back of the waist.

Caught off guard, the old man's body was crooked, his face was directly attached to the window, and the only remaining hand supported the window, his face was cold and wanted to stand up.

But Jia Ming slowly grabbed his leg and dragged it back little by little.

From the perspective of the window, the scene is particularly comical.

Su Yang, who was recuperating with his eyes closed, opened his eyes curiously after hearing the sound, just met the angry and shocked gaze of the old man, and looked at the position where the old man was dragged away from the window.

About half a minute later, the old man's face was pressed against the window again.

Only this time, there were already blood marks on his face, stained with glass.

The palm covered with blood pressed a hideous handprint on the glass.

Su Yang frowned slightly.

The window was suddenly opened, Jia Ming's head stretched out, looked at Su Yang from a distance, and showed an apologetic smile: "I'm sorry, my roommate senior must have a discussion with me, the dirty place will be dealt with later." ”

Hearing this, Su Yang's brows soothed again and closed his eyes again.

There was a muffled noise in the room from time to time.

The old man is also a man, no matter how ruthless Jia Ming is, he doesn't say a word, just stares at him with a vicious gaze.

The whole 'communication' process lasted about half an hour.

The old man could no longer see his original appearance at all, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and his flesh and blood were blurred and he sat in the corner.

Jia Ming squatted in front of him with a smile and looked at him: "Now, can the senior tell me your name?" ”

"Heh..."

"Kill... Kill me..."

The old man sneered, spat out a mouthful of blood, and closed his eyes.

Jia Ming frowned slightly, with a cold killing intent in his eyes, but finally regained his composure, reopened the window, looked at Su Yang, and shouted apologetically: "Although I don't want to disturb your rest, I can't help but ask, what is the identity of my roommate." ”

Su Yang didn't open his eyes, but said lightly: "It's too platinum." ”

"Oh."

"Too white..."

"Venus..."

Jia Ming's originally very casual expression instantly converged, looked at the old man who was beaten beyond recognition by himself in the distance, looked at Su Yang again, and finally slowly closed the window, walked to the corner of the room, picked up a rag, moistened it with water, wiped off the bloodstains that could be seen everywhere on the window, the window, and the ground, and took out the air freshener and sprayed it in the room.

Looking at the neat room, Jia Ming came to the old man's side again, and said in a gentle tone: "Senior, you may not have noticed it, but under the observation of my soul power, your qi and blood have actually been seriously blocked, and this body will die in half a year at the latest." ”

"So although I looked like I was beating you just now, I was actually saving you."

"Do you understand me when I say that?"

Jia Ming's expectant gaze was too white, and he struggled to squeeze a smile out of his face.

But in exchange, there was only Taibai's cold gaze and a mocking smile.

"I don't seem to believe it..."

"It's going to be a tough one."

Jia Ming instantly became a headache, grabbed his hair, and walked back and forth in the room: "This is the celebrity in front of Haotian, you can stab Haotian at a critical moment!" ”

"Let me be offended so easily..."

"Why do I owe it so much!"

"What do I have to do with this..."

Jia Ming walked back and forth in the room, muttering even more, and finally squatted in front of Jia Ming again: "Can you forget the unpleasantness that happened between us just now, I can be your godson, what do you think?" ”

"Hehe..."

The old man laughed hoarsely.

The laughter was cold.

The irony is intense.

Jia Ming's smile stiffened on his face, and finally slowly dissipated, and he looked at the old man expressionlessly: "I think you can really consider the suggestion just now, what do you think?" ”

"Huh."

The old man sneered again and closed his eyes again.

"Ugh..."

"It's a pity."

"Don't blame me when you're dead."

"After all, you should tell me your identity as soon as possible, so that there will not be such a big misunderstanding."

"But how can I explain to Su Yang and Zhao Gongdao..."

Jia Ming looked very headache, and as he spoke, he got up and picked up a rope in the corner of the room, wrapped it around his hand, and returned to the old man's side, put the rope around the old man's neck, and tried to pull it back.

However, in just a few seconds, the skin on the surface of the old man's body was strangled with a bloody mark.

And Jia Ming continued to exert himself.

"Don't panic, senior."

"Keep your breathing rhythm and don't mess around."

"It's a little more comfortable to walk like this, and it's not so painful."

"Come with me, whew... Suck ..."

"Yes, that's it!"

Jia Ming comforted softly.

Taibai's face turned red, and his one-arm kept waving in mid-air, trying to grab Jia Ming's hand.

But due to the distance, it can't be done.

His strength grew smaller and smaller, and his breathing became weaker.

"Yes."

"That's it, it can be a little hypoxic, that's normal."

"I'll hallucinate later."

"Remember not to open your mouth when you get to that point, because after death your tongue will stick out, and it will be too ugly and will frighten the living."

"Shut up, it also looks like we're a little fairy."

"After all, I am Haotian's henchman, personal secretary, in ancient times, I was not even worthy of talking to you, including appearing within a hundred feet of you."

"I didn't expect it, but now I have fulfilled my dream of being in the same frame as the leader."

Jia Ming was like a chatterbox, his mouth kept muttering, and his hands became stronger and stronger.

Zhao Gongdao didn't know when he appeared at the window, observing the scene in front of him with a calm expression.

Su Yang also stood up in the rocking chair and stood in a row with Zhao Gongdao.

The two of them kept observing the scene in the room.

"Didn't Taibai really recover his memory?"

"Is my feeling wrong?"

Zhao Gongdao frowned slightly and said to himself.

"Forget it..."

"Since you let Jia Ming in, it's up to you to die."

"If Taibai is destined to have this catastrophe in this life, let's... Bury him! ”

Zhao Gongdao pondered, and after a moment of entanglement, he finally chose to watch from the sidelines.

In his opinion, people are valuable, but Taibai has never brought him positive feedback for a year.

And an invisible bomb.