Before I reached out, the curtain opened by itself, and Sima Yang walked out while taking off his blood-stained clothes. When he saw me, he was stunned for a moment and asked, "What are you doing here?"
I quickly grabbed his hand and asked a lot of questions: "How is it? Is Sima Yang okay? Have you taken out the sharp claw that penetrated the bone?"
Sima Qing glanced at me and said a few words coldly from between her teeth: "If you have time to worry about others, why not just clean yourself up."
Bastard Sima Qing, what I'm asking about is Sima Yang's injury, what's he doing with all this talk to me?
I waved my fist at him with all my teeth and claws, and was about to yell something, but was interrupted by the casual words coming from Sima Qing's thin lips: "I can't die..." [
It's okay... Sima Yang is okay...
As soon as my tense nerves relaxed, my vision went dark, my whole body was like a soft cotton candy, and I fell to the ground.
VOL2
After the operation, Sima Yang fell into a deep sleep.
We were so busy that Kimura Chiane was chasing after her, but fortunately, when Kimura Chikane caught up with her in a small boat, the "Feifei" had already left the range of Horai Island.
Seeing Kimura Qianjin jumping angrily on the small boat but unable to catch up, I breathed a heavy sigh of relief, turned around and walked towards the cabin...