Five minutes later, with the slight sound of the medical cabin running, Yun Tuan wiped the blood seeping from the corner of his eyes with a tissue, "There is no need to go there specially, we have no chance to copy the other party's approach and go to that pasture."
Beixi looked at Yun Tuan's inexplicable injuries in a short period of time in silence.
...So, all the information that was easily obtained before came from this?
Why is this necessary? In order to reduce everyone’s risk, you have to bear the consequences yourself?
Bei Xi frowned, "Don't do this again, I can just run over, why do you have to use this method..."
Yun Tuan opened another mini medical cabin and sucked her forehead. She tilted her head, "This saves time."
"But you will die."
"It won't come to that point. Of course I'm afraid of death, otherwise many things before would have been solved quickly." Yun Tuan took off the medical cabin, leaving a round red mark like a suction cup on his forehead.
There is something indescribably funny about this look.
Beixi was originally very serious, but his thoughts were inexplicably led away, "For example?"
"For example, in the underground square, I can get rid of them quickly, but that will lead to worse things and countless disasters.
Another example is the row of wooden houses that some people built. I could have built the snake den in one fell swoop, but then I would have to bear the bad luck that was going to befall them, and there would be more restrictions in future actions."
"I don't quite understand. Isn't it said that saving people accumulates merit?" Beixi scratched his head.
Yun Tuan brought out some more paint from the copy, mixed it and continued to put on the eyes, "It depends on who is being saved. Under natural disasters, saving innocent people will naturally accumulate virtue. But among the people under Fu Xunchu's hand, which one is in his hands?"
Have you ever been stained with the blood of ordinary people?
What is the difference between rescuing them and rescuing a murderer?"
"What if they change their ways and can cooperate? Will it speed up the process?" Bei Xi thought for a while.
Yun Tuan pushed the newly inspired paper man aside and let it slowly transform, and then asked an irrelevant question, "Do you think I am difficult to deal with?"
Beixi was stunned for two seconds and nodded, "Difficult."
"Fu Xunchu's men are more difficult to deal with than me. Cooperate? If you encounter them, you will have to peel off a layer of skin."
"So cruel? Then half of them were killed by snakes?" Bei Xi's eyes widened in surprise.
Yun Tuan took a semi-finished product with a slightly smaller frame, without raising his head, "Who knows? Maybe he is submissive to other species, but he punches hard at humans."
How come it’s not considered a den in another sense?
Thinking about Fu Qingle's experience, she couldn't help those people. She didn't stand in front of them and laugh at her, even if she was qualified.
"Forget it, if things don't get done then, they will make a plan first..." Bei Xi closed his eyes, "I seem to have seen such a scene. They seem to have formed a team to kidnap you, right?
?"
The clouds carefully outlined the eyelashes of the paper girl, and she took the time to respond.
After two seconds, the matter went through her mind.
She looked up, "You can even see this? Then what else don't you know?"
Bei Xi chuckled, "I have said that it is a very disordered and confusing memory, and it is fragmented. It flashes by occasionally, and I don't remember much of it."
...and went out of his way to explain so much.
Even more suspicious.
Yun Tuan looked carefully at the young man in front of him for a while. His skin color was no longer as dark as it was at the beginning, and he didn't get much sun now. His skin turned into a wheat color, and his eyebrows were more sharp than in the early days.
A lot of it was released.
However, his completely sinister look was not revealed to his own people.
"Forget them, don't mention them again." Yun Tuan said seriously.
Beixi nodded. His existence is an exception. If he talks too much, he may be asking for death.