After a few seconds, Su Qiao pulled her hand back very resolutely, ignoring his disappointed look.
"Don't think about sucking too much, just three drops a day, otherwise I will be sucked dry, and you will never have anything to suck. You have to learn to take it slow and take a long-term view, understand?"
“Qiao… Qiao…” The man seemed to know that saying this would soften her heart, so he grabbed her hand and began to call her softly again.
Unfortunately, in the face of excessive blood loss, Su Qiao's heart was as hard as iron.
"Han, you should just call me Han from now on!"
The man blinked but didn't respond.
Host, could it be that because he is a zombie and has just woken up, his tongue is stiff and he can't speak
"Even if that's the case, you can always say one word, right?"
Didn’t he just say the word ‘Xiang’ and the word ‘Qiao’
Su Qiao pointed at him and said, "You, Han, Han, Han, tell me something."
The man tilted his head and thought about it, with a look of innocence on his face, and actually pointed at Su Qiao: "Qiao."
Su Qiao nodded: "Yes, I, Qiao."
Then he pointed at him again: "You, Han, Han."
The man frowned slightly, then pointed to his nose: "Han."
Seeing that he finally figured it out, Su Qiao became happy and patted his head encouragingly: "Yes, you are really smart."
"I need to tend to my wound."
Su Qiao climbed onto the mat and sat down, then took out a simple medical kit from his backpack, pulled up his torn sleeve, prepared some disinfectant powder, and bandaged the wound.
After wiping off the blood, I found...
I don’t know if it’s because of the lasting effect of the strengthening agent or because the man had licked it before, but the bleeding at the wound had stopped long ago, and the wound had actually healed, leaving only a red flesh mark.
"Did I handle it too slowly? That's why it all healed."
If the wound was still there, I would have warned you long ago.
444 didn't find it strange at all.
Because when Su Qiao fell, the strengthening agent in his body had not been completely absorbed.
This small wound is of course no problem.
"Well! Anyway, this is a good thing."
Su Qiao took off his dirty and torn coat, took out a new one from his backpack and put it on before going out. Then he picked up the backpacks of the dead psychics and looked through the contents.
Food, supplies, etc. are all available in a very neat manner.
These people probably received their boxed lunches before they had a chance to use them.
Su Qiao stood up, dragged another sleeping cabin mat over and put it aside.
Then he pulled the man over, pointed at the mat, and made a sleeping gesture: "You, sleep."
Han seemed to understand, but did not lie down. Instead, he turned around, walked to Su Qiao's mat, and slowly lay down.
"No, you, go sleep in your own bed over there." Su Qiao thought he didn't understand, so he pointed to the mat over there and explained carefully.
The man pointed to the mat beneath him, "Han."
He will be wherever the prey is.
If he ran away, he would never find such a fragrant, cute and fun prey.
Su Qiao had no idea what this daydreaming guy in front of him was really thinking, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
This is an attempt to take over the magpie's nest.
With him here, can she sleep well? Can she practice peacefully
Aren’t you afraid that you’ll turn into a mummy someday
You just practice, I'll keep an eye on him for you, he shouldn't do anything.
Looking at the man lying straight on his mat with his hands placed obediently on his abdomen, Su Qiao had no choice but to sigh and sit cross-legged to the side.
"Wait, by the way, when I fell, did you see who pushed me from behind?"