Leng Wei Wuxie, who was seriously injured, was naturally taken away by Zhang Liu. However, when he was about to wash away the blood spots on Leng Wei Wuxie's face, Zhang Liu also discovered that there was a layer of fake skin on Leng Wei Wuxie's face. Then, the curious Zhang Liu also took off the fake skin directly.

I saw a man who was not inferior to me, but this handsome guy was so cold that he could even see his indifference when he was unconscious. When Lengmeng Wuxie woke up, he touched his mask and had a little deviation, Lengmeng Wuxie directly flew up and flew to the front of Changjian.

He drew out the long sword in one fell swoop and stabbed Zhang Liu. However, the long sword stopped a few millimeters from Zhang Liu's neck. However, Zhang Liu could still feel the chill on the long sword.

"Did you look at my face?" The starry eyes were filled with cold light, and the tone was so cold that it could freeze people. This cold face was a real cold man.

Hearing the cold and innocent words, Zhang Liu couldn't help swallowing his saliva and nodded: "Yes! But I also wanted to help you wash your face, so I saw it accidentally! Also, your wound has not yet reconciled, and you can't do violent movements. Even if you think I've looked at your face and wanted to kill me, please wait until I heal your wound and kill me again!"

As Zhang Liu's words fell, a strange light flashed in the depths of Leng-faced Wuxie's eyes. After holding a sword flower in his hand, he whispered, and the long sword that was originally in Leng-faced Wuxie's hand flew directly into the scabbard and joined together perfectly.

After doing this, Lengmeng Wuxie slowly walked to the edge of the bed and sat down. At this moment, the wound under Lengmeng Wuxie's ribs had also cracked.

Seeing the blood flowing out and wet his clothes, Zhang Liu hurriedly ran up and complained fiercely. However, Zhang Liu still bandaged Lengmian Wuxie for a while.

"Huh, that's OK! But can you stop moving around? Otherwise, your wound will never heal!"

"If it won't be cured, it won't be cured! Anyway, it doesn't matter!" When Zhang Liu helped Lengmeng Wuxie bandage the wound, even though Zhang Liu's hand touched the wound, Lengmeng Wuxie still sat like a person who was fine, and the cold expression on his face had not changed at all, just like he was really an ice man.

Even at the end, he said such words. Zhang Liu was stunned and looked at Leng Wuxie foolishly, thinking in his heart: What happened to him? The flesh grew on his body, it was injured and hurt, but the face still had no change at all. He...is he really an Iceman?

Just when Zhang Liu was surprised by the cold-faced Wuxie, the cold-faced Wuxie seemed to remember something, then stood up, picked up his sword, and walked out of the inn room quickly.

Seeing Lengmeng Wuxie like this, Zhang Liu couldn't help but scream: "Your wounds have not healed yet. Don't leave!" As he said that, Zhang Liu couldn't help but chase after Lengmeng Wuxie.

However, Leng Weixie walked faster and faster, and even at the end, the whole person seemed to take off and move quickly.
Chapter completed!