"Oh, I have basically not suffered any injuries in the past five or six years. I used to this kind of injuries." Lu Zhen downplayed lightly.
Major Nolan sneered, "The wounds of stray bullets can be big or small. How much blood will you shed and how deep the wounds will be before you can look at your wounds?"
He was angry, Lu Zhen could feel it.
But he didn't understand why Major Nolan was angry.
If it were Mu Yunsheng, An Xiaoyao would only gloat if he suffered such injuries. Of course, it was not to say that he did not care about his brothers, but such wounds were common to them.
It’s not that my masters have lost all their lives, who would be sad for a scar?
They never get hurt by such things.
Lu Zhen thought silently, OK, the eldest master is the eldest master, with fine skin and tender flesh, and he would make a fuss about the injury.
Seeing his expression so carelessly, Nolan almost slapped him, and his voice became a little colder, "Lu Zhen!"
Lu Zhen begged for mercy, "Okay, let's go, next time Xiaosheng will bandage it even if he loses a blood bead, he will quickly wrap it up. Is that okay?"
Nolan suddenly saw his chest and his eyebrows slightly frowned. It was an old wound. It seemed that he had been a long time ago. He became a fan. The scar was a little dry. It seemed that he had been many years.
I can't tell what caused it.
Nolan seemed to be slapped in the face, and suddenly felt that it was not right for him to yell at him like this.
Lu Zhen's skin is bronze, very healthy, with thin and slender muscles, and does not look strong, but full of strength and a perfect body shape. Then there is an imperfect scar on the perfect chest muscle.
There is a saying that how could a man be without a single wound?
That is a merit.
Nolan felt that this sentence was fart.
If there are no scars, who would have any scars on his body?
Seeing Major Nolan keep looking at his wound, Lu Zhen couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, "This injury was suffered when he was a child. It's been a long time. Don't ask me why I was injured, I don't remember it."
"You don't remember?" Nolan's voice was tense like the most nervous strings.
"I don't remember." Lu Zhen was heartless and spread his hands.
Nolan suddenly closed his eyes and resisted the violence that was about to swarm in his eyes. He tried hard to tell himself not to blame him. This little liar is just a little liar. It is easy to change the country and nature is hard to change.
Who knows whether he really doesn't remember or remember it.
He doesn't believe it, he can really forget it.
The past is like smoke. He still remembers the weight pressing on him when Xiao Lu Zhen pounced over. He still remembers that Lu Zhen's blood dyed his chest red. At that time, he swears that he will never let him be in front of him.
, another drop of blood was shed.
How could he remember so many heavy past events alone?
Lu Zhen, you can't forget.
Major Nolan opened his eyes again, and all the waves in his eyes had disappeared and calmed down. His hand stroked the scar. As soon as he touched it, he felt Lu Zhen's muscles stiff in an instant.
Brother Lu quickly waved Major Nolan and pulled the bathrobe up as if nothing had happened. He didn't even notice that this was done too abruptly, even if it was nothing, he felt like there was nothing here.
"Don't tease my brother." Lu Zhen simply broke the jar and broke it, laughing at the evil beings.
Major Nolan snorted coldly, packed up his tools, picked up the documents and put them in the document bag, and glanced over, "Come and rest."