Killer at the age of 12: Lying and laughing among peach blossoms

His tone was natural and calm.

He sighed in his heart.

He must not tell this secret now, otherwise the matter that has been planned for more than ten years may be ruined immediately.

Fortunately, his answer is very slippery.

He really had never met a patient named 'Fanxiang', so he didn't lie to her by answering like this. [

Feng Lingyan shook his head, secretly hating himself for being suspicious again.

He had suffered so much for himself, it would be wrong for him to doubt him.

She smiled, glanced at Gong Yanmo, and said, "It's fine if you don't know. Let me see your injury."

She had seen blood dripping from his wrist a long time ago, and felt a pain in her heart.

Take out the best golden sore medicine you have prepared on your own and apply it for him.

"You are a doctor after all, how can you let this injury rot like this?"

Feng Lingyan carefully applied the ointment for him, and couldn't help complaining.

Gong Yanmo smiled, but did not speak.

After Feng Lingyan finished speaking, he also felt that his complaint was a bit nonsensical.

Gong Yanmo's hands were completely fixed on the shackles, and iron chains weighing dozens of kilograms were on his feet.

How is it possible to heal by yourself?

The more she looked at the shackles, the more angry she became, and she couldn't help but said: "I've already locked you in here, why did they bring you this shackle? I call you to open this thing for you!"

She was about to call the jailer in, when Gong Yanmo raised his hand and grabbed the corner of her robe: "Little rabbit, wait a minute!"

It didn't matter if he moved, the steel nails on the shackles suddenly retracted, and then popped out again in an instant.

With a few puffs, it plunged into his wrist again...