The sick and charming male god of fast transmigration wants to hug

Ever since he found out that Bai Lin didn't come home last night, Han Muye felt uneasy. The sudden disappearance of people who could not be driven away before was something to be happy about, but he was inexplicably worried for some reason.

He doesn't have to go to work this weekend, he is sitting on the sofa playing with his mobile phone, Bai Lin's figure pops up in front of him from time to time, the guy who keeps saying that he is the God of Wealth.

Will he be caught in the police station again like last time and never come back?Or just leave here?No, when we parted yesterday, he said that he would not lose his rent, so why did he suddenly want to leave?Could it be that he encountered some danger?

When he thought of the danger, he couldn't sit still and looked out. After all, he was a living person. Even if he was cheated, he would not be guilty of death. If something happened to him, his conscience would be disturbed for the rest of his life. Let's just treat it as a good deed.He thought so.

Bai Lin's situation is special, calling the police will only make the situation worse.With that attire and the dreams of those nights, he faintly believed in his heart that his identity was unusual.

He had no other choice but to run all the places he took him to, hoping that he would be fine in one place.

Bai Lin found a place in the Temple of the God of Wealth, and sold his amulets to passers-by.

The whole day passed, Bai Lin was lucky today, he found sellers for almost all the amulets, he happily counted the banknotes in his hand, there was still a lot left after paying the rent.Just as he was figuring out how to spend it, the sound of the system suddenly sounded.

[Strategy target progress +10%, real-time progress 45%]

At the same time, an anxious voice suddenly remembered behind him.

"Bai Lin, what are you doing here, why don't you go back!" Han Muye trotted all the way out of breath.

Bai Lin showed him a stack of banknotes in his hand, and said cheerfully, "I've earned money to pay the rent, look!"

Han Muye's face turned serious all of a sudden, and he grabbed that hand: "So much, how did you make money?"

Before the words finished, Bai Lin exclaimed in pain, there was a gash he made last night on that hand.

Han Muye seemed to have sensed it, and tremblingly rolled up his upper sleeves, blood oozing from several wounds.

"What's going on here?" His tone suddenly became severe.

"I use my blood to make amulets to bless others to get rich, and all I earn are my hard-earned money." Bai Lin's voice became smaller and smaller.

Han Muye looked at the person in front of him in shock, as if he was about to stare at a hole, and his heart ached.

He gently put down the sleeve, and went to check the condition of Bai Lin's other arm, seeing the intact skin, his face paled slightly.Then he couldn't help but drag this guy who didn't know how to cherish his body to go home.

Bai Lin followed behind him anxiously and quickened his pace.

He couldn't figure out what Han Muye was thinking, he wasn't happy that he had money to pay the rent, but it was also a happy event when the progress was increased.

When he got home, Han Muye pushed him on the sofa, turned around and walked into the room.Come out for a while and come out with a first aid kit in your hand.

"Put your sleeves up."

Bai Lin reluctantly followed suit, and gasped slightly from time to time.

Han Muye used a cotton swab dipped in hydrogen peroxide to carefully clean up those cut sores bit by bit: "I only know the pain now, why did I go earlier?"

"I can't do other things well, only the blood on my body is still useful, and besides, you are so urgent to press for the rent..."

"You mean to blame me!"