Strong duel

65 Treaty

A week later, Mo Yan finally brought good news—Jing Ze woke up.

At this time, Leng Hanye was already in Asia. The moment he received the call, he was taken aback for a moment, and then he just replied with a hmm, then hung up as if nothing had happened, and did not ask Mo Yan about the specific situation of that person.

This made Mo Yan very worried. Originally, he wanted to pass the dangerous period, and the master should make other arrangements for him. Now he is silent like this, obviously leaving him here and letting him take care of him.

The first few days were fine, Jingze was still very weak, he only needed to take care of his trivial matters such as wiping his face, eating, sleeping, and feeding medicine, and then he could take a nap for a while, but after three days, he completely wanted to catch him. Crazy.

He stared at the smiling guy leaning against the bed in disbelief, wishing he could cut his body open and study it carefully from the inside out. Only three days later, this guy could sit up and eat by himself , What kind of abnormal resilience is this, in fact, he is a new non-human species, right?

Although he really wanted to cut the person up for research, he still couldn't do anything with a living person. If he had known, he would have removed a piece when the person was half dead, for example... this tongue!

Mo Yan is regretful, he has always lived in seclusion and never left the gate of NK, so he doesn't know what kind of person Jing Ze is, but from the few words of other people, he also understands that this person is an amazing person, who can call the wind and rain on the road omnipotent.

But now he really wants to yell loudly, the rumors are not credible at all!None of the hearsay was true, but the man was a complete rogue.

When Mo Yan hadn't walked into the room with the dressing plate, the teasing laughter from inside made his forehead twitch involuntarily, this man was bullying his little assistant again.

Sure enough, when Mo Yan pushed open the door of the inner room, he saw his little assistant stood at a loss, blushing, and the person on the hospital bed hugged the pillow and laughed out of breath.

"Pfft ha ha ha, this little guy is so cute, I asked what position he likes to use when doing it, and he blushed like this!"

The corner of Mo Yan's mouth twitched, and he patted the boy's shoulder, "Ziming, you go out first, I'll change this guy's medicine."

"Yeah." The boy nodded, handed him the gauze in his hand, and ran out with two red ears pricked up.

Jing Ze turned his eyes on Mo Yan, and said meaningfully, "Oh... so you... hey? What are you doing? Uh...?"

"I think your tongue is redundant, cut it off and put it in formalin." Mo Yan pinched his chin, forcing him to open his mouth, and observed the situation inside with a flashlight.

Jing Ze blinked his eyes, and let out a few ahh sounds in coordination.

"The recovery is good, and the throat is no longer inflamed."

"Oh, then can I let your little assistant talk with me?"

"No."

"Then can I let him tell me stories to amuse me?"

"No."

"Then can I let him beat my back?"

Mo Yan gritted his teeth, "No! Yes! Yes!"

Jing Ze became angry, "Damn! You want to suffocate me?"

"You can read magazines when you're bored." Mo Yan suggested patiently.

"I want to see a beauty, and I want to hug a beauty!" Someone strongly protested!

"Even if I find a beauty, with your current physical condition, you can only look at it and not use it." Mo Yan replied contemptuously.

"Damn! I'm in good health, okay?"

"Yeah." Mo Yan unbuttoned his clothes, dipped in medicinal wine to scrub his wound that was slowly healing, and lightly stated a fact that someone didn't want to hear, "Even if you are able to do it now, your heart and lungs are seriously damaged , in case the excitement reaches the peak, and you don’t come up in one breath, carry it on your back..."

When someone heard this, his arrogance and arrogance immediately disappeared, and he groaned on the bed.

The slight coolness penetrated into the skin, Jingze sighed comfortably, squinted his eyes and looked at Mo Yan who was prescribing medicine for him, rolled his eyes, and bit his finger meanly, "Let me watch it to satisfy my greed. , why don't you and your little assistant have a game..."

"Don't even think about it!" Mo Yan pressed heavily on the wound on his back, interrupting his words, he could only gasp in pain, "I mean let you dance with him, where are you going?!"

Mo Yan, "..."

He felt that he would be made nervous by this person sooner or later, and he lifted his quilt roughly, trying to remove the diversion tube, but was stopped by Jing Ze halfway, and he asked tremblingly, "What are you going to do to me?"

"...Remove the catheter and see if your urethra is infected and if you can urinate normally."

A certain person shrank back holding the quilt, "My treasure is only touched by beauties. You are a married man who touches his younger brother many times a day. Are you ashamed!?"

Mo Yan was silent for a moment, "...then what do you want?"

As soon as a certain person heard this, his eyes lit up and he stretched out his paws, "At least I need a very seductive little beauty to pet me, and then give others a boo next to me, so that I can pee!"

Three black lines hang directly from Dr. Mo's forehead. This person is too thick-skinned, right?What material is it made of?He really wanted to use a scalpel to cut this guy's thing off, to see how he still thinks about it!

"Then can I come?" An extremely serious voice came from outside the door even if he said these words.

Seeing Wang Zi appearing at the door, Mo Yan greeted him as if seeing a savior, "You guys are back!"

"Well, just arrived."

"Where's the master?"

"Going to rest?"

……

After Wang Zi came in, Jing Ze, who was flirting with Mo Yan to pass the time, calmed down. He leaned against the bedside and listened to the conversation between the two in silence.

Since he woke up till now, he hasn't seen Leng Hanye yet, and Mo Yan hasn't mentioned him, and he doesn't want to see that person himself, so they avoided his name tacitly, but they still listened to him today. arrive.

Looking at the light blue folder in Wang Zi's hand, he had a premonition that he might have to face that person again.

Wang Zi also felt his gaze, he smiled and greeted politely, "Congratulations, you made it through."

Jing Ze smiled, "Thank you."

Whether it is a blessing or a curse, if it is a disaster that cannot be avoided, this day will come after all.

"I'm here... to deliver a message for the master." Wang Zi coughed a few times, feeling a little unnatural because he was about to speak.

"Let's talk." Jing Ze leaned against the head of the bed, put on a seemingly relaxed posture, looked at Wang Zi with a smile, and waited for his opening.

He was not in a hurry to speak, but took out Colt from his pocket first, handed the documents and the gun in front of him, and stated, "The master told you to choose one."

Jing Ze raised his eyebrows, it seems that this is asking him to choose between life and death!So, this document is the condition of life?

Putting Colt aside, he took the folder and opened it. The contents inside did not surprise him too much. It became his prison and was imprisoned in NK forever.

Hehe, this is really like that person's behavior, trampling on the dignity of others, and spending the rest of his life in pain and despair under his charity, but this is enough, he no longer expects his sincerity, now all he wants in his heart is One wish, to find that scumbag, kill that scumbag in front of the instructor's tomb, and use his blood to pay homage to all the dead.

"There is no one who is not happy to be alive, right? Me too." He smiled slightly, took the pen with his unbroken right hand, and signed his name eloquently. At least he is still alive. As long as he is alive, nothing is impossible. Before sending that person to hell, he had to live.

Handed the light white paper to Wang Zi, "Hehe, your master is really generous, I finally don't have to worry about this little life."

"The master said that you can cultivate here for three days, and then go there after three days."

"Express my thanks to your master for me." After speaking, Jing Ze laughed softly, but both Wang Zi and Mo Yan could feel that suppressed laughter, which was like a ghost crying, with endless desolation and mourning.