Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"I'm not drunk." Maybe he knew that Jun Moyan was angry, and the drunkard got up from the ground and staggered toward the sofa.

Although his footsteps were still unstable, he did not fall down anyway, and sat firmly on the sofa.

"Since I'm not drunk, please save it to me." Jun Moyan's face was gloomy and terrifying, even more terrifying than when he killed the enemy in the woods.

The drunkard raised his eyes, looked at the fluffy thing on several cases, and blinked, a little dazed.

Then he looked at Jun Moyan and said directly without fear of death:

"Are you ill?"

Seeing that Jun Moyan was about to get angry again, the drunkard quickly said: "If you get it, save it, save it, save it now."

He said and beckoned to the white clothes: "Green, bring my medicine kit."

The black thread in white clothes seems to be really drunk.

Bend down and picked up the medicine box that Tsing Yi had just put on the ground, and handed it to the alcoholic.

The alcoholic who was inspecting the cat's wound looked up, glanced at the white clothes, and smiled: "It turned out to be white, but I thought it was green."

After speaking, regardless of everyone's speechlessness, continue to look down at the cat's injuries.

After a long time, he said, "It's no help. There is too much blood loss. In addition to this injury, there is also a very serious internal injury. Anyone who has such a vicious heart will not let go of a cat not long after it was born."

Jun Moyan's heart beat fiercely when he heard the drunkard's words, and frowned, "...Don't you rescue it?"

"I said, Master Jun, did you know me the first day? You said there was no rescue, what's the point of rescuing? Do you let it live two more hours? But it only added pain to it, it would be better for me to kill it now. It saves it from torture."

As the drunkard said, a cold glow flashed across the cuff, and a sharp scalpel appeared in his hand for some time.

Seeing that the raised scalpel was about to fall, Jun Moyan raised his leg and kicked the drunkard to the other side of the sofa.

Tsing Yi's heart tightened and he stepped forward subconsciously, but because of Jun Moyan, he finally resisted not going forward to help the drunkard.

"...I fuck, cough cough... You surnamed Jun, you kicked me for a dying cat."

The drunkard was lying on the sofa with one hand covering his sore chest: "Ahem, have you eaten explosives? You will kick your lungs out."

Jun Moyan looked at the screaming drunkard on the sofa, and at the motionless cat on a few cases, a little irritable:

"Send him back."

"Yes."

Tsing Yi quickly dropped the towel in his hand and helped the drunkard on the sofa up: "You deserve to be kicked if you break your mouth and hands."

"I'm fucking, it's obviously that you guys went crazy at night and pulled me up from the bed. If you have nothing to eat, let me save a cat and kick me."

"Okay, shut up quickly."

Tsing Yi said, giving Bai Yi a look, and Bai Yi nodded, indicating that he was here.

Tsing Yi left with the alcoholic in peace...

"San Shao, how to deal with this cat?" Bai Yi took two steps forward.

Jun Moyan looked at the cat, the corners of his lips were slightly pursed, and his eyes were dull.

After a while, he said, "Find a place with good feng shui and bury it."

The drunkard said that it was not saved, that was really hopeless.

"Ok."

"Hold on." Jun Moyan temporarily changed his words again: "Let's bury the back garden."

"This... San Shao, it's somewhat taboo, isn't it bad?"

"Do as I said."

After Jun Moyan finished speaking, he turned directly upstairs.

Wen Xiaoai's consciousness gradually dissipated, and in the dimness, only heard the man's footsteps upstairs.

She wanted to follow his footsteps and ask for the strange energy from him to relieve the pain, but she really didn't have the strength.