Within a few seconds, Su Qiao withdrew his hand resolutely, ignoring the disappointed look in his eyes.
"Don't think about sucking too much, just three drops a day, otherwise I will be sucked dry, and you will never have to suck again. You must know how to take a long-term view and have a long-term perspective, you know?"
"Qiao... Qiao..." The man seemed to know that saying this would make her soften, so he grabbed her hand and began to cry softly again.
Unfortunately, in the face of excessive blood loss, Su Qiao's heart became as hard as iron.
"Han, you should be called Han from now on!"
The man blinked but did not respond.
[Host, is it because he is a zombie and has just woken up, so his tongue is stiff and he cannot speak?]
"Even so, you can always say one word, right?"
Didn't he know how to say the word "" and the word "Qiao" just now?
Su Qiao pointed at him, "You, Han, Han, Han, tell me."
The man tilted his head and thought for a while, with a childlike expression on his face, he actually pointed at Su Qiao: "Qiao."
Su Qiao nodded. "Yes, me, Qiao."
Then he pointed at him. "You, cold, cold."
The man frowned slightly, then pointed to his nose. "Cold."
Seeing that he finally figured it out, Su Qiao became happy and patted his head encouragingly. "Yes, that's really smart."
"I need to take care of my wound."
Su Qiao climbed onto the mat and sat down. He immediately took out a simple medical kit from his backpack, pulled up the torn sleeve, prepared disinfectant powder, and bandaged the wound.
After wiping away the blood stains, I found...
I don't know whether it was because of the continued effect of Reinforcement Agent, or because the man had applied it before, but the bleeding at the wound had stopped long ago, and the wound had healed, leaving only a red flesh mark.
"Did I process it too slowly? So it all healed."
[If the wound was still there, I would have warned you long ago.]
444 doesn't feel strange at all.
Because when Su Qiao falls, the Reinforcement Agent in the body has not been completely absorbed.
Of course, this small wound is nothing to mention.
"Okay! Anyway, this is a good thing."
Su Qiao took off his dirty and torn jacket, took a new one from his backpack and put it on before going out. Then he went to pick up the backpacks of the dead Ability Users and rummaged through the contents.
Food and use are waiting, very neat, everything is available.
These people probably received the lunch boxes before they even had a chance to use them.
Su Qiao stood up, dragged another mattress from the sleeping cabin over, and put it aside.
Then he pulled the man over, pointed at the mat, and made a gesture of sleeping. "You, sleep."
Han seemed to understand, but instead of lying down, he turned around, walked to Su Qiao's mat, and slowly lay down.
"No, you, go sleep on your own bed over there." Su Qiao thought he didn't understand, pointed to the mat over there, and explained carefully.
The man pointed to the cushion under him, "Cold."
Wherever the prey is, he will be there.
If he ran away, he wouldn't be able to find such a fragrant, cute and fun prey.
Su Qiao had no idea what the dazed guy in front of him was really thinking, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
This is to occupy the magpie's nest.
Can she sleep with him here? Can I practice with peace of mind?
Aren't you afraid that you will turn into a mummy anytime soon?
[You can practice, I'll keep an eye on you, he won't do anything.]
Looking at the man lying upright on his cushion with his hands obediently placed on his abdomen, Su Qiao had no choice but to sigh and sit cross-legged to the side.
"Wait, by the way, when I fell, did you see who pushed me from behind?"