Chapter 419 : Bloodthirsty Demon: Disappointed I Didn't Die
It should be nearby! Following Hei Canji's direction just now, I walked along the wards and looked at the names on the door numbers carefully.
Finally, I have almost finished walking this long corridor, 6032, She Moyang
Standing outside the door, I never dared to take this heavy step. My hanging hand was numb and I didn't knock on the door.
She Moyang, he is a devil, a crazy devil, how should I face him? But he was also injured because of me, and he was hit by me with two deadly sticks, but why did he beat me and save me?
"Huh..." "Dong dong dong..." No matter! I took a deep breath and tapped three times.
With a "squeak" sound, the door quickly opened from the inside.
Lowering my head, I silently waited for Hei Canji to insult me again
Tick tick tick…
But almost a minute passed, and the indifferent figure in front of me still stood quietly, not wanting to scold me or hit me, nor did he mean to invite me in.
"You can beat me or scold me if you want. I just want...you, you, how can you..." I slowly raised my head, and what I wanted to say in one breath was interrupted by the handsome young man in front of me.
She Moyang was wearing hospital clothes. His tall body was leaning against the threshold. His bright eyes were looking at me as if he were looking at something cute.
I blinked at him twice before I was sure that the random young man in front of me was the vicious She Moyang.
"Disappointed, aren't you?" She Moyang, perhaps noticing my softened expression, withdrew his gaze, turned around and walked into the ward.
"Why are you disappointed?" Before the door was closed, I followed in without hesitation.
The ward is luxuriously decorated, except for the half-remaining intravenous drip jar, it is impossible to tell that this is a ward.
Hey, rich man, I sighed secretly. I didn’t get approval, so I sat down on the sofa.
"I'm disappointed that I'm not dead yet!" She Moyang sat on the edge of the backrest of the sofa next to me and lit a cigarette. As he spoke, he suddenly came close to my face and blew out the smoke he had breathed into his lungs into my face.
A tantalizing cigarette smell immediately rushed into my nostrils. This charming cigarette smell was like a poppy flower, full of poison.
"Ahem, yes! I'm very disappointed, so... you'd better not make me happy." He moved his butt to the other end of the sofa. I didn't dare to look at him. I hate people who can't understand the most.