Chapter 95: The Black Crow Is Actually Not That Bad 2
Thinking about it like this, Mu Jinhan suddenly realized that the black crow is actually not that bad, is it?
In fact, Black Crow is not a cold-blooded person, is he?
"Idiot!" Mu Jinhan cursed in displeasure.
Mu Jinhan carefully removed the blood-red bandage, wiped the wound clean with wine, then took out the hemostatic powder from his body to stop the bleeding, and finally without hesitation pulled off the satin from his clothes to bandage the wound.
Wu Ya quietly watched the woman in front of him busy at work. Her expression was extremely serious and her movements were gentle and careful.
What was flowing was his blood, but he didn't feel any pain. Before, it was because the fight was too fierce and he didn't have time to care. After that, he seemed to forget the pain when he looked at the woman in front of him.
The woman cursed "Idiot!", as if she was upset about something, as if she cared about him but couldn't help scolding him again.
What's even stranger is that when she scolded him, he felt an indescribable emotion, which seemed to be a feeling of satisfaction.
The woman's fair face was demure, delicate, and moving. Her brows furrowed slightly, and his heart was as hot as an electric shock. It was like a dream. The distance was very close, but it seemed far away, out of reach.
Wuya thought in his heart, wishing to reach out and smooth the beautiful eyebrows of the woman. Her bright black eyes were very beautiful when they blinked.
It wasn't until the woman raised the corners of her lips with satisfaction that she moved her gaze away without leaving a trace, looking elsewhere with blurred eyes.
"Okay." Mu Jinhan raised the corners of his lips with satisfaction.
Chang Lu Qiuyun, who had been silent for a long time, said calmly: "Women, although they talk bad words, they actually have good intentions. A small injury to a man is nothing, but a woman will still feel nervous and distressed."
Mu Jinhan gave the old man a roll of his eyes without any hesitation, "If you weren't injured, of course you would say it's nothing! It doesn't hurt your back when you stand and talk!"
Chang Luqiu was puzzled, "Old man, I'm obviously just sitting down, right?"
Mu Jinhan wanted to kick this ignorant old man away. "Fuck you! It's none of my business whether you sit or stand! If you can, you won't drink anymore! You stinking drunkard!"
"How can I do it if I don't drink? What's the point of living as an old man without wine!" Chang Luqiu said while nervously holding the wine bag in his arms.
Mu Jinhan angrily threw him another contemptuous eye, "Tch! Just because you don't drink doesn't mean you will die. You are so nervous! You have no future! You still have the nerve to talk to others!"
This time it was the old man's turn to be speechless.
Drink and get hurt.
These are two different things that women cannot explain clearly.
If he had to choose between drinking alcohol and getting stabbed, he would choose between having a sip of wine and getting stabbed, or not getting stabbed and drinking. He would choose the former without hesitation without thinking.