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Monroe's classic words came to Tang Yuyao's mind at this moment, and the sound of the water dripping behind him made Tang Yuyao feel strangely hungry.
However, Tang Yuyao knows better that the current mental confusion is best kept below a certain limit. The guys outside are still waiting for them to make mistakes and for them to appear abnormal. The more this time, the more calm the mood is as much as possible.
Come down and think more about the things in front of you.
Only when a person is alive can he look for flowers and willows, so before looking for flowers and willows, he must first let himself live safely.
These were words said by some ignorant old guy, and Tang Yuyao happened to remember them.
It should be said that what a certain old guy said was actually correct. At least when Tang Yuyao started working hard in this world, he discovered that basically everything the old guy said could come true or be helpful to Tang Yuyao.
"So that's the real old fox."
Tang Yuyao sighed in a low voice, and then slowly unbuttoned his shirt, completely exposing the upper half of his body in the darkness. When the clothes came off his shoulders, some wounds became adherent, so that Tang Yuyao felt a sharp sensation.
He hissed in a low voice at the pain, but insisted on taking off his upper body clothes and slowly moved his shoulders to feel the specific changes in the wound.
"Are you okay?"
Murong Qian didn't rinse for long. The situation here didn't allow her to enjoy herself as much as she could at home. Tang Yuyao outside also made her blush somewhat. The combination of these conditions made her just rinse.
After taking off my clothes, I hurriedly put them on and walked out, regardless of the fact that my clothes were still wet with sweat.
Then, she happened to see Tang Yuyao changing his clothes in pain, so she couldn't help but ask in a low voice.
Tang Yuyao shook his head and said: "It doesn't matter, you stay here for a while, I also need to wash it, those wounds must be cleaned, otherwise they may fester. We may have to stay here for a while, and I don't want to let myself be in
During this time, the pus on my back affected my movements."
Murong Qian glanced at Tang Yuyao's upper body, which didn't look strong in the dim light. Those tight little muscles didn't look as powerful as the big Europeans and Americans, but in this light, there were more
An indescribable beauty, like the combination of strength and speed unique to the Orientals, restrained yet domineering.
Looking at such muscle groups, looking at the chest muscles and abdominal muscles that were not thick but had clear and obvious lines, Murong Qian couldn't help but glance down along the abdominal muscles. The dark background prevented her from seeing clearly, but
She herself could feel that something seemed to be angry in the darkness. Was it her reaction after seeing her wet body?
Thinking of this, Murong Qian felt a little proud, and at the same time, she also felt a little complacent without knowing why.
It turned out that in his eyes, she was still attractive. Murong Qian's thinking was a little divergent. Then, watching Tang Yuyao leave with his back to her, large and small bullet holes began to crack again on both sides of his shoulders and behind his arms.
Murong Qian suddenly woke up. Looking at these bullet holes, Murong Qian suddenly realized that she didn't know enough about the guy in front of her.
Who is Tang Yuyao?
A big boy? A person who conquered the world by luck? A person with a mysterious background? Or a person who relied entirely on his own strength to win everything he has now?