Yang Zimei ran into the drugstore, bought cotton swabs and lotion, asked him to sit on a stone chair on the street, and carefully helped him clean the bruised wound.
Min Gang raised his head slightly and watched her approach him with a cotton swab. He could clearly see her fair, smooth and flawless face, as well as her big, twinkling eyes.
His mood was a little tense, but also full of anticipation and excitement.
Yang Zimei carefully applied the potion on him. She was a little nervous being so close to Min Gang.[
Ming Gang's facial features are really beautiful, as if they were carved by the most skilled jade craftsman.
She quickly applied the medicine on his face, asked him to take off his clothes, and applied the medicine on his back.
Min Gang hesitated for a while and took off his torn shirt, revealing his not very muscular, but beautiful and fair body.
Yang Zimei stared at it, put aside some distracting thoughts, and wiped it carefully...
"Ayan, look, look, these two people dare to do this on the street!"
A sharp voice rang out, it was Murong Yan and Lan Zhiqing.
Murong Yan looked at Min Gang's naked upper body and gritted her teeth. The flames of jealousy burst out in her beautiful eyes, but she didn't dare to do it again.
Uncle Murong Yunqing came back this time and warned her again not to do anything to provoke Yang Zimei, otherwise he would teach her a lesson himself.
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After giving Min Gang the medicine, he saw that the clothes were torn and could no longer be worn. Yang Zimei ran to the nearby clothing store and selected a shirt for him to change into.
As soon as Min put on the clothes she bought, her mood could be described as full of happiness.
After finishing all this, Yang Zimei's mind was filled with everything about Long Zhutian.
The cell phone rang at this moment.
He took it out and saw that it was Long Zhutian's caller ID. He dialed the call excitedly.
Zhuge Yue's slightly anxious and hoarse voice came from the phone, "Zimei, we have arrived in City A, you go to Room 801 of the Lotte Hotel!"
"Where's Long Zhutian?"
"He is still unconscious and keeps calling your name. Come here quickly." After Zhuge Yue finished speaking, he put the phone to Long Zhutian's mouth, which had his eyes closed tightly.
"Mei Mei, Mei Mei..."
Yang Zimei's heart was broken when he heard Long Zhutian's cry that sounded like he was dreaming but full of pain.
"Please ask for leave, I have something to do!"
She hurriedly said something to Min Gang, hailed a motorcycle and rushed to the Lotte Hotel.
After knocking on the door of Room 801, the Zhuge Yue who came into view was different from what he saw before.
Zhuge Yue, who used to look like a clean and elegant Prince Charming, now looks like a savage emerging from the African jungle. His hair is messy, his beard is long, his face is haggard and tired, his eyes are sunken, and he is wearing shabby overalls.
Her eyes did not stay for one more minute because of his change, but asked anxiously: "Where is he?"
"Inside the room."
Zhuge Yue looked at her and said, "You must be mentally prepared, he may have been infected by African black witchcraft."
African black magic?
It is said that it is a very evil and strange witchcraft, no less than the head-dropping technique in Southeast Asia, and the voodoo technique in southern Xinjiang, and even some strange formations are even more weird and unpredictable, making it difficult for people to guard against.
The most important thing is that Yang Zimei knows nothing about African black magic.
She ran into the room anxiously and saw Long Zhutian lying on the bed, his face as black as a pot, even with a thin layer of light gold showing through, which was very strange.
With her heavenly eyes, she could not see any sinister aura surrounding him.
