"Do you enjoy scolding me?" he said coldly.
Her heart was in her throat, like a thief who had been caught red-handed.
"Keep scolding, I want to hear other ways to die."
The devil in white lifted up his clothes and actually sat down on the dirty roof. Every move he made was still so elegant.
Shen Rumei opened her mouth: "No more."
"What's gone?"
"I can't think of any other way to die." She spread her hands.
Curse him in front of him? She still has a son to raise, and she doesn't want to die yet.
The devil in white curled his fingers, and Hai Dongqing landed next to him with a cry, his ferocity subdued, and he was as obedient as a little pigeon.
His hand slowly stroked the feathers on the back of the fierce bird: "I want to pluck my little green feathers, split them in half, stew half and roast half, and then throw them to the wild dogs. The wild dogs won't eat them, eh?"
His tone was calm and no anger could be heard.
But Shen Rumei shivered intelligently and blurted out: "When did you come?"
"snort!"
What answered her was a cold snort from the devil in white.
"Are you afraid of death?" he asked coldly.
"Of course I'm afraid of death. There are a few people in this world who are not afraid of death." She answered honestly.
There was no need for her to lie in front of him, not to mention that she couldn't hide it from him.
She stared at him and suddenly noticed something strange about him today. Although she couldn't see his face, she could feel that something was wrong with him.
"You are hurt?"
The devil in white didn't speak.
She understood. No wonder he appeared here at this time. It turned out that he came to her for treatment.
"Let me feel your pulse." Knowing that he would not take off his mask, she did not make such a request.
The devil in white stretched out his hand.
She placed three fingers on his pulse, and after a moment, she withdrew her hand.
"You suffered internal injuries and the cold air entered your body. I will prescribe you some medicine and it will be cured in three days."
There was no pen and paper on the roof, so she read out the prescription and the method of decoction. She knew that the devil in white would never forget it and would definitely remember it.
The devil in white's voice was still so cold.
"If my injury heals, I will forgive you for insulting me today."
"Thank you, Master, for your kindness." She curled her lips sarcastically.
"Do you still remember that I am your master?" The white-clothed devil's tone was also full of sarcasm.
Shen Rumei raised his eyebrows as if nothing had happened.
"I promised you that I would cure your sense of taste and smell. It's rare that you are here today, and I want to cure it for you."
"How to cure it?" He looked at her suspiciously.
"Acupuncture."
Coming down from the roof, the devil in white followed her and walked into her small medical hut.
She took out the acupuncture equipment and walked up to him.
He seemed to frown slightly: "Where do you want the needle?"
"Hands," she answered.
"hand?"
"That's right." She knew he had doubts, but she didn't bother to explain: "This is a question of medical skills. If you want to know, you can read the medical books. My time is limited, and I don't want to give lectures and answer questions."
The devil in white seemed a little annoyed and snorted from his nostrils.
"In front of me, you'd better not play any tricks!"
"How dare I?" she smiled.
"Don't you want to kill me?"
"I don't want to." She said calmly, "You know that I can't kill you, but I never bother with things that I can't do."
"Hmph, you are self-aware." The devil in white snorted again, his eyes piercing her face as he stared at her through the mask, "Actually, you have the chance to do it, don't you hate me?"