The national male god is fierce and strong

Chapter 641 Healing Potion
Xiao Qi: Wow!
Master, master, speak quickly!
The young man raised his brows voluptuously, and she stretched out her hand suddenly, only to find blood stains oozing from Qin Zong's chest.

It's just that he's wearing dark black clothes, so it's hard to see.

It can only be seen clearly with the light, there are faint red marks over there.

Yan Tao's peach-blossom eyes suddenly turned colder, she got up, her charming brows were half a smile, and she kissed the corner of the man's lips like a dragonfly.

That kiss was very light.

Then, Young Master Yan picked up the water glass on the desk and threw it out of the window.

The scalding water poured over Ethan and the man's body and face.

It was so hot that their skins were almost torn, and they turned red immediately.

"Hiss—"

"It's hot!"

Ethan howled in pain, followed by the pale and handsome young man leaning out half of his body from the window.

Eyebrows stained with frost, he sneered and said, "Want to spy on me?"

"Get out of my way! Let me see you again, and you don't even want arms!"

"roll!"

The young man's brows were as cold as a knife, and when those peach blossom eyes were not smiling, they were more permeating than Shura ghosts.

Ethan and the others clutched their burnt areas, and ran away pissing on their buttocks.

Yan Tao closed the curtain smoothly, turned around and grabbed Qin Zong's wrist, and pulled vigorously, "Come here, let me see your injury."

With a chill on his face, the young man brutally unbuttoned the man's shirt.

In front of the man's chest, on the lower left side, a whole piece of flesh and blood was turned upside down.

It looked terrible.

It should have been dealt with.

But there was no bandage, and no other maintenance measures were taken.

Just leave it like this, it's no wonder the wound doesn't burst open.

Master Yan was angry.

Even his handsome face sank, and he looked at Qin Zong coldly.

It was like this last mission.

It's the same this time.

Su Bai's slender fingers stretched out indifferently, pressed against the wound on Qin Zong's chest, and mocked him with a smile, "Does it hurt? Master Qin is very tolerant, did he sacrifice his life for the country? Are you happy and satisfied when you are in the Martyrs Cemetery?"

The boy didn't hold back at all.

The fingertip poked on the flesh and blood, and the pain was ten stars.

Qin Zong smiled helplessly, and held Yan Tao's hand, "The wound is not deep, it's just a flesh wound, not a muscle or bone."

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt."

Qin Zong stretched out his hand, and pinched the handsome face of the little boy who was coldly frozen.

"Master, I just heard that you..."

As soon as Lian Feng opened the door, he happened to see Qin Zong's disheveled clothes touching Yan Tao's face.

"Master! You you you you you..."

You can't cheat!

Lian Feng was so anxious, he closed the door and rushed to Qin Zong, and opened his arms to protect his major general from beating him.

"What do you want to do?!"

"What do you want to do to Grandpa?!"

"I warn you……"

Yan Tao raised his hand indifferently, and stretched out two fingers.

Swayed in front of Lian Feng.

Lian Feng was stunned for a moment, his eyes slowly moved up from her fingers.

"you you you you you……"

Yan God? !
how can that be!

Lian Feng opened his mouth wide, wanting to say something, but Yan Tao pushed it away.

She took out a blue vial from her body and pulled off the cap.

"Drinked."

Qin Zong glanced at the blue liquid in the transparent bottle, took two gulps and drank it.

Lian Feng...! !

"and many more--"

"Grandpa, stop drinking!"

There is no sign on this bottle cap, not even a production date, who knows how Yantao created the Sanwu product!

(End of this chapter)