When I was a child, I woke up the first time I saw Yan Zhan and Man Shu.
"I said, where are you two fighting bloody battles in the middle of the night?"
Yan Zhan glanced at him coolly, and the blood on his face became even more oozing.
Childhood couldn't help but shuddered: "Hey, I'm talking nonsense, did you kill someone out of passion?"
Look, there's more than one person's blood on this body, right?
"Treat her wound first." Yan Zhan didn't talk nonsense to him.
He didn't tell me, and he didn't dare to ask when he was a child.
Manshu's main injury was on his forehead.
The little girl who cared about her in her childhood said: "Oh, sister, you were hit a bit badly. Wasn't it because you were fighting with the guy outside?"
"No, we were in a car accident. The person on the opposite side was hit even worse." Manshu said with a smile.
"You can still laugh? Just because the other side is worse than you?" Childhood reached out and flicked Manshu's forehead.
The pain immediately made her grin.
"Little rice cake, please be gentle!" Manshu shouted the name unconsciously.
When he was a child, he was stunned. This was the nickname given to him by the old man of the Yan family.
When he grew up, he no longer allowed people around him to call him that.
"Little girl Pianzi, who asked you to call me Brother Xiao Nian Gao? Call me Brother Tong, do you know?"
Childhood bounced on her forehead again, and Manshu reached out to push him.
The two made a fuss.
Yan Zhan, who came in after smoking, saw this scene.
He frowned fiercely: "Childhood!"
His voice was cold, and as soon as he shouted, childhood stopped immediately.
The expressions of the two of them were like those naughty children who were caught in a fight by an adult.
"A-Zhan is here." Childhood immediately cleaned up the scene, prepared gauze and potions, and prepared to treat Yan Zhan's wounds.
Manshu sat aside obediently like a primary school student.
Seeing her like this, Yan Zhan couldn't say any serious words.
"Does your head hurt?"
Manshu shook his head, this pain was nothing to Manshu.
"Hurry up and let your childhood deal with your wounds."
"Okay. I'll take you home after I finish processing." Yan Zhan had no intention of calling the driver to take her back.
He was also worried about what would happen on the road.
Manshu was involved completely beyond his expectation.
Perhaps Manshu was involved last time when the Thief Sect came for it, but he hadn't become alert yet.
He opened his mouth and wanted Manshu to live in Moon Bay for the time being, but he felt it was inappropriate.
Forget it, she is usually at school and goes home as soon as she leaves school. Those people should not be so courageous.
"You are injured, I can take a taxi back by myself." Manshu frowned.
Yan Zhan had lost a lot of blood just now. His left arm was scratched by broken glass and there were several bruises. His right hand was also injured.
He had to deal with so many people by himself, so it would be good if he didn't get seriously injured.
As for this minor injury, Yan Zhan didn't even care about it in his childhood, let alone Yan Zhan.
"What's his injury called?" Childhood came in with something new, "Men, the injuries on your body are medals. If the injuries on our A-Zhan's body were replaced with medals, we could hang them in a string."
Under Manshu's surprised gaze, Yan Zhan said coldly: "Shut up."
"Okay, okay, I'll shut up. I'm the only one who talks too much." Childhood raised his hands and made a surrender gesture.
Yan Zhan asked Manshu to wait aside, leaving him at the mercy of his childhood.
Childhood, however, called Manshu in a playful manner: "Manman, don't leave yet, help me take off his clothes."
Broken glass not only scratched Yan Zhan's arm, but also on his body. Some of it splashed onto his body and pricked his skin.
They are all small wounds and need to be treated carefully.