I am on the evil side? I am turning the tables!

"Come again! I'll let you do it again!"

Fender spun the blade and looked at the young man half-kneeling on the ground, with an indescribable irritation between his brows.

Chris's hand holding the silver whip was almost cut off by a piece of flesh. The white bones under the skin could be vaguely seen, the tendons were exposed, and the pulse could be seen beating violently.

It looked horrifying, but in fact it was the result of Fanta holding back. If it was on the battlefield, Chris's hand would have been cut off long ago. Even if Cedric had said so, he would not dare to do anything too drastic.

"I told you to continue! Are you deaf?"

Chris looked up, his eyes full of bloodshot, even spreading to his pupils. His scarlet eyes stared straight at Fanta. He curled his lips and let out a scornful laugh, but there was an indescribable sadness in his expression.

A fishy-sweet taste overflowed from his mouth, and blood mixed with rainwater flowed from the corners of his mouth. He looked desolate and weird. He straightened his upper body, trying to support himself to stand up. He tried several times but failed. His body swayed a few times and he fell to the ground.

Fanta did not go over to support him, but just stood in the distance and watched intently.

The rain poured on his body, forming a small pool of blood. His silver hair stained with blood became much darker and lost its brilliant silver glow.

He lay on the ground, his hands tightly clenched on the silver whip, trying to resist this helplessness, but the meager strength he had left seemed so ridiculous in front of the person he provoked.

Just like him, a loser who is criticized and ridiculed by everyone and only relies on his brother.

Chris wanted to cry without restraint, but without Clorin, who would tolerate his willfulness and cowardice?

After hearing Chris's sharp roar, Su Tang was still a little worried and ran out in a hurry with an umbrella.

After seeing the figure lying in the rain, she couldn't help feeling complicated.

Taking a few steps closer, she held the umbrella over Chris's head. The rain hit the umbrella, making different sounds. Chris looked up blankly, and what caught his eyes was the hem of her skirt, followed by a pair of eyes full of concern and heartache.

She was so gentle, just like the woman who called his name when he was a child.

The surging grievance and unwillingness reached its peak at this moment. The little wolf struggled to stand up, huddled up and threw himself into Su Tang's arms. Su Tang was squatting and holding an umbrella, and was almost knocked down by him.

"I'm not a loser. I'm not a loser who can only rely on my brother..."

The tears mixed with the rain were not particularly obvious, but Su Tang could still feel the hot liquid dripping on his chest.

"Ok, I know."

The gentle voice was like a pair of warm hands that lifted up his cold and broken heart. The redness in Chris's eyes faded away, and his mood calmed down from his restlessness.

Fenda, who was standing aside, gritted his teeth and frowned, his jawline tense and looked even more ferocious. He retracted his two axes and turned to walk towards the villa.

Leko was waiting in the hall, handkerchief in hand, as if waiting for them to come back.

Speaking of being wronged, isn't he the same?

Although they were both injured, Su Tang only paid attention to the stinky wolf and didn't even look at him.

In terms of age, the wolf is much older than him, but he still tries to act like a cub and act like a spoiled child. How shameless!

Fanta has always been a reserved person. Even when he was a cub, he never acted like a spoiled child towards Cedric. In his opinion, such a glorious being would be a defilement just to get close to him. Cedric was someone he could only admire from afar.

He felt that he was ugly and didn't even have the courage to get close to Cedric. Even if Cedric took the initiative to hug him, he would struggle and escape.

In essence, it is a kind of inferiority complex.

Fanta took the handkerchief handed to her by Leko and walked upstairs without saying a word.

"Well, how is the person?" Leko followed and asked anxiously.

Fenta replied without even turning his head: "He's not dead yet. If you don't call a witch doctor, he might become a cripple."

Chris was tired from crying, and coupled with the previous physical exhaustion, he fainted in Su Tang's arms. In the end, Su Tang carried him back.

Lie Ke's eyes almost popped out when she brought the person back. Is this something a normal female can do?

Everyone in this family is more abnormal than the other!

It's just hugging someone, is there any need to make such a fuss?

Su Tang ignored his surprise and calmly carried the person upstairs.

"Remember to call the witch doctor. By the way, where's Fenda?"

"Back to the room."

After sending the unconscious Chris back to the room, Su Tang took out a simple medical box.

Returning to his room, Fanta casually tore out a few pieces of cloth. His injuries were not serious and he would be able to recover in a few days relying on his own recovery ability. He was too lazy to apply medicine.

Just as he pulled out the cloth strip, there was a knock on the door. He opened the door and it was Su Tang.

She was carrying a small box containing the commonly used medicines in the mansion.

"What are you doing here?" He lowered his eyes and spoke with a tone full of resentment. He wanted to be tougher, but when the words came to his lips, he changed his tone.

"I saw you were injured, so I asked Leko, and he said you didn't bring any medicine, so I went to get some. Since you're not seriously injured, just apply the medicine yourself."

Su Tang handed the box in his hand to him, but Fanta didn't take it. He turned around and sat back in the chair. He grabbed the cloth strips on the table, crumpled them up and threw them under the bed.

After thinking about it, she still picked up the box and went into the room. Fanta had taken off her clothes, leaving only a bath towel covering her key parts. The outline of her muscles was clearly visible, and every frame and every movement was a blockbuster movie.

Fanta lifted her hair and tied it into a ponytail casually. She leaned slightly on the back of the chair, looking a little lazy. With her legs wide open, the muscles on the inside of her thighs could be clearly seen, looking wild and aggressive.

With his chin raised and eyelids drooping, the circle of gold in the center of his pupils is particularly eye-catching. He is as beautiful and wild as a leopard. His dark and shiny skin shows his unique primitive beauty, which is unruly yet restrained.

There are unexpected surprises in the contradictions.

Obviously Cedric had explained it clearly to him, but he just couldn't suppress the throbbing in his heart. He didn't want anything and just wanted to maintain this ambiguous relationship.

As long as Su Tang is with Cedric, he will always be by her side.

"Don't you need to apply medicine?" Fanta glanced at her.

Su Tang didn't say anything. He went to get a basin of water and wiped the excess blood off for him.

In fact, she also felt that Fanta had become much colder towards her since she came back.

That kind of indifference didn't come from the heart, as if there was some force majeure reason. Was it because of something Cedric said to him?

As she thought about it, she quickly bandaged his wound.

After dealing with all this, Su Tang packed up his things and turned to leave.

Fanta leaned back in her chair, trying to remain calm, "Don't you have anything to say to me?"

Su Tang paused for a while before replying: "Take care of your body and don't get hurt again."

After she finished speaking, she strode away, her steps hurried and a little hurried.

After everyone left, Fanta supported his face with his hands, curled his lips in self-mockery, and laughed out loud.

"How heartless! Why can't I do it? What are you guys conspiring about?"