After almost wearing, I sprinkled candy with the paranoid gangster

Chapter 148 He Likes Me, This Beautiful Waste 25
Nan Wanyan helped Qin Que sort out some herbs.

She saw that Qin Que packed these things up very skillfully, just like his daily work.

"Senior Qin, you seem to be very proficient in medical skills."

Qin Que snorted.

The hoarse voice was somewhat ruthless.

"I am proficient in medical skills, but I never save people, I only like to kill people."

Nan Wanyan blinked.

The master and apprentice are a bit alike. When they first met, they were full of cruel words.

However, what a person is like can only be seen clearly after getting along with each other.

She asked a little cautiously: "Senior Qin, what about Feng Chu? You... seem to have saved him?"

Qin Que paused slightly.

Suddenly he laughed at himself and said, "You also saw that I'm lame and blind now, so I can't kill anyone..."

He turned a ferocious face and smiled in a deep voice.

"And he is a little devil. If I let him survive, I can appreciate him killing people."

"Kill who?"

"Kill people who are dignified and turn right and wrong."

Although Qin Que's every move was still slow, hatred clearly flashed in his eyes.

Nan Wanyan felt that she shouldn't ask any more questions.

He nodded obediently, and changed the subject casually.

"Senior Qin, do you know of any way to make a trash who can't cultivate..."

Qin Que glanced at her, "The trash you mentioned is yourself, right?"

"Um……"

He sneered, "Little devil and little waste, don't they match well?"

"?"

Nan Wanyan discovered that he was just a character who likes to hate people.

She sighed softly, "Senior, you have to save your life first before you can mention who is unsuitable for you."

Qin Que followed her and sighed.

Putting down the herbal medicine in his hand, he turned around and spoke a dry and fierce voice.

"Put out your hand."

When Nan Wanyan heard the words, she immediately raised her hand.

Qin Que's fingertips rested on her pulse.

He could tell at a glance that there was no profound energy in her body, but the exact reason was still unknown.

After half an hour.

His slightly condensed brows suddenly loosened.

"With your body, there is no spiritual root, and there is no cure for me."

"Even so, thank you senior..."

Qin Que made another cut.

"Don't even think about it. Ask others for advice in the future. It won't help me, and it won't help others."

Nan Wanyan frowned lightly.

It's not that I don't believe his words.

But if this is the case, she seems to have to find a new way of thinking to complete the task...

"However, there is a method you can try." Qin Que suddenly joked.

"Ok?"

"Go and bite Feng Chu."

Nan Wanyan raised her eyebrows, "Senior, are you serious..."

Not finished yet.

There was a voice in the house.

"Smoke?"

Feng Chu was calling her.

"Senior, let me go in and take a look..."

Qin Que watched, and the girl entered the room with a face full of disbelief.

He snorted.

Rubbing the herbs in his hands, he murmured alone, "You don't even know how many old monsters want to eat him..."
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inside the house.

Nan Wanyan looked at Feng Chu who had finished the medicinal bath.

His pale face was a little more bloody than usual, and less morbid.

His lips were even redder, and there was still a moist mist dripping from his face.

She couldn't help staring at his fair neck.

Do you want to... take a bite?
Will I be beaten if I bite?

If you are killed, the gain outweighs the loss...

Feng Chu narrowed his long eyes slightly, and his bewitching voice was light.

"Yanyan, what are you thinking?"

(End of this chapter)