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Chapter 350 I don't want to run with the ball (8)

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This attitude, this tone...

The veins on Qiyue's forehead were throbbing, her hands tightened and then loosened, and she restrained herself from hitting the man's face with the bucket in her hand.

She turned sideways and pointed at the jet-black thing she had randomly thrown by the creek, and raised her chin, "There, go wash it yourself."

Originally, Qiyue planned to help him wash his clothes after taking a bath, but now, since he is awake, he wants to put on his clothes and wash them by himself, so as to save her from waiting.

After finishing speaking, regardless of the man's increasingly cold face, he walked calmly into the small kitchen.

The man's face flickered, and the hand huddled under the quilt inevitably touched the hideous scar on his chest. He narrowed his eyes, and then turned his gaze back from the small kitchen.

Looking down at the quilt wrapped around her body, it was as thin as paper, the color was black and gray and ugly, and there was even an unpleasant musty smell.

But when he thought that there was nothing under the quilt, he frowned again. He reached out and tied the not-so-thick quilt in a knot, and fixed it on his chest, exposing his two arms, and casually folded the quilt. On the side, you can also clearly see the muscles that are ready to go.

The quilt was a bit short, the man was extremely tall and tall, and the quilt barely fell on his calf.

However, this did not hinder the man's actions. He walked to the creek a few steps, picked up the bloody clump of clothes, and frowned.

The clothes are no longer wearable, the large and small knife cuts almost cut the excellent satin clothes into pieces of rags, if it weren't for the few strands of thin thread still attached in the middle, it would have become finger-wide strips .

The man's star-like eyes were even darker, like thick ink, with wind and rain brewing inside.

After a while, the man withdrew his awe-inspiring coldness, picked up the rag clumsily, and began to rub it in the cold stream.

It is impossible not to wash, otherwise there will be no clothes to wear.

He traveled in a hurry this time, and he didn't bring anything, let alone a change of clothes.

Just soaking his hands in the icy cold stream for a moment, the man suddenly felt something was wrong.

It stands to reason that the season when he was attacked was late autumn and near winter, and the biting cold wind was still blowing when he was unconscious, so why did he wake up warm and warm.

And this injury...

The man remembered that his heaviest injury was only in one place, and it would take a month for him to heal, and the degree of healing of this wound was much more than a month.

At first he thought he was seriously injured and had been in a coma for nearly a month, but he didn't realize something was wrong until his hands touched the water.

The water temperature is not as cold as in winter, but also has a hint of coolness in late autumn, which is in stark contrast to the warmth of the surrounding area.

The man couldn't help becoming vigilant, there was something weird about this place.

He stopped what he was doing, turned his body slightly, and looked at the small kitchen with clusters of sparks in the hazy night.

The kitchen is not big, so it can accommodate her to work in it.

The man remembered that face, the complexion was as bright as a peach, the starry eyes were like the moon, hidden under the wet black hair, the moonlight spread out from behind her, it was so beautiful that it was not like a real person.

His expression flickered, this could not be the Nine Heavens Fairy, he just happened to meet her.

Just thinking about it, he vetoed it.

I was really brainwashed by the old woman at home. Where are the immortals in this world? If there are immortals, why don't they come out to save the people of Li from fire and water.

He suddenly sneered.

(End of this chapter)