poor road [end times]

Yang Yiqin walked quickly to Feng Lin's side, his always clear and refreshing eyes were full of tension.

"How? Does it hurt? Why do you want to block it?"

After asking repeatedly, he frowned and looked at Feng Lin's wound.

He escaped the monster's attack without any risk. Feng Lin's left shoulder was cut open, and the scalpel pierced deeply into his shoulder, and the shiny tip of the knife could be seen from the front.Bright red blood scrambled out of the valgus flesh, but he didn't seem to feel the pain at all, his eyes traced Yang Yiqin's eyebrows, and then embraced him cherishingly.

When hugging him, I still didn’t forget to avoid my own wound—not to avoid the pain of the wound, but because I was afraid that the blood would get on Yang Yiqin’s body, and that the blade of the scalpel that passed through his shoulder would accidentally hurt him.

Feng Lin has been watching Yang Yiqin.

So he was able to discover the danger around the other party earlier than anyone else, even Yang Yiqin himself.

"look."

"This time, I will protect you."