Feng Tang walked all the way to the stone steps outside, walked up to the doctor, squatted down, and looked level with him.

The doctor looked up at him and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Generally speaking, although mosquitoes like these in busy cities are slightly toxic and will cause redness, swelling and itching when bitten, they will never kill people, right?" Feng Tang said.

"Yes, so I don't need any repellent?" When the doctor heard what he said, he understood immediately. He must have heard what he and Duoduo were talking to just now.

"Yes!" Feng Tang nodded, "That's true - at least he will never bite people to death like blood voodoos. Back then, I saw someone die from blood voodoos with my own eyes, Doctor.

"

"I know, I blame me." The doctor nodded.

"You are so rich that you can only live a good life. Why are you bothering?" Feng Tang asked again, "As long as you give up your plan, what happened in the past..."

The doctor did not allow him to finish, but directly interrupted him and said: "I will not give up this plan. Perhaps, it is precisely because I am so rich that I have to carry out this plan. For this plan, no matter how much I die,

I don’t care about anyone, even myself.”

"When necessary, all of us can be sacrificed by you, right?" Feng Tang trembled angrily. He couldn't bear it after all and wanted to have a good chat with him, but unexpectedly, the two of them failed to talk.

In a word, the conversation fell apart again.

"Except for you." The doctor smiled.

Feng Tang was furious, raised his hand and slapped him hard on the gentle and elegant face that was smiling at him.

The doctor didn't care at all. He gave him a firm slap. He felt that half of his face was burning with pain. He couldn't help but stretched out his hand to touch it. After a while, he said: "Your Excellency, the high priest, is so angry today. You said I was hiding from you."

If I don't see you, you feel sad, let me see you... You feel sad again, why bother?"

Feng Tang was too lazy to pay attention to him, turned around and walked back to the room.

"Hey-" the doctor suddenly shouted.

"What to do?" Feng Tang asked directly with his back turned to him.

"Well - I know, you are naturally going to starve me for twenty-four hours, right?" the doctor asked.

"You are self-aware." Feng Tang sneered.

"It's fine for me to be hungry for twenty-four hours, but you can't let me hold it in for twenty-four hours without going to the toilet, right?" The doctor asked with a smile. If nothing else happens, Feng Tang will probably be killed at this time.

He was mad.

Feng Tang was indeed so angry that he almost went crazy. He couldn't help clenching his fists for a moment, but then he let go. After thinking about it, he said: "In twenty-four hours, you can go to the toilet three times, and each time is ten minutes, which is enough."

Alright." As he said that, he walked towards the room without looking back.

However, they said that after dinner that day, Mo Qingyi and Yang Nairu left one after another. Duanmu Baolian and Mr. Mei chatted casually for a few more words. Mr. Mei managed to comfort her and told her not to care about Zhang Yao's affairs.

Duanmu Baolian didn't care about Zhang Yao at all. She just thought about how her good classmates ended up like this. If they didn't like her, why would they come to her? It would only cause trouble? So she could only sigh.
Chapter completed!