Then he calmly withdrew his hand back to let Xie Bai go, and said half-truth and half-false: "You are a hooligan, a boy with the surname Xie?"
As soon as the name came out, both of them were startled.
Xie Bai was silent for a moment, and then continued to work without saying a word. Seeing that Yin Wushu's sleeves could not be rolled up, he simply reached out and pulled Yin Wushu's shirt collar. The buttoned shirt was scratched by his fingertips, and rolled off. One row, all wide open.
Lidong was dumbfounded, with a look of horror on his face: "..." What's going on? !
Chapter 25
A corner of Yin Wushu's shirt front was lifted by Xie Bai, revealing a piece of skin under Bo's neck near his chest.
Although most of the line of sight was blocked by Xie Bai who was bending over Yin Wushu, Lidong could still see several shocking wounds criss-crossed and criss-crossed on that piece of skin, the wounds were long and narrow like being scratched by a knife. Beneath that, there were more wounds hidden by the clothes, with only a bit of the end showing.
Lidong opened his mouth completely dumbfounded.
The first thought that popped into his mind was "Boss Yin, don't you have some unspeakable heavy mouth habit?!"
After all, in the eyes of most people, it is impossible for Yin Wushu to be in danger at all. Lidong has been working with him for so many years, and he has never seen anyone who can hurt Yin Wushu at all. On the contrary, Yin Wushu has developed a perverted habit of burying his heart...
But Xie Bai was different from others. Although Lidong has been with Yin Wushu for hundreds of years, not much shorter than Xie Bai, but after all, it is a relationship between subordinates and subordinates, and there is always a certain distance between them. But Xie Bai really lives with Yin Wushu, he has seen all the Yin Wushu that others can see and the Yin Wushu that others can't see.
At least in his memory, Yin Wushu would get hurt, not just once.
Every time the wound is different, sometimes it is a burn, sometimes it is a sharp object...
But no matter what the injury was, it disappeared without a trace. Xie Baigen didn't see him conflicting with any powerful characters, and sometimes he didn't even come out, just like this time.
He watched the wounds on Yin Wushu's body slowly heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it seemed that the scars would fall off after a while. This is enough to show that the wound appeared not long ago, otherwise what he would see would be a piece of intact skin without any blemishes.
A gust of cold wind blew into the temple and brushed past Xie Bai's temples. He was startled suddenly, and then let go of Yin Wushu's shirt.
Yin Wushu simply leaned on the back of the wooden chair with a calm and relaxed posture. While arranging his shirt and buttoning his open coat, he said to Xie Bai with some amusement: "It's so fast, you have cut all the buttons, anyway. Leave one for me to pretend."
"What's the matter with these injuries?" Xie Bai frowned, and asked in a cold voice.
"It's normal to live for a long time." Yin Wushu adjusted the collar of his coat, and said, "It's just like ordinary people who have a cold and fever, just expel poison."
here we go again…
In the past, when Xie Bai saw his injuries and asked him about them, he also answered in the same way, but there was never a time when the injuries were as intertwined, multi-dimensional and deep as today.
He was the first to notice something was wrong when he saw a wound looming under Yin Wushu's cuff, which meant that at least his entire upper body and arms were covered with wounds.
And Yin Wushu's personality never took injuries seriously.
Just because he felt that any injury to him would be healed instantly, so he would even joke about the injuries, as if those injuries didn't hurt at all when they first fell on his body.
Xie Bai really believed his rhetoric when he was young, but now he feels that he is talking nonsense with his eyes open.
What kind of cold and fever, what row of du... which row can discharge this kind of battle? !
"You just got this injury just now." Xie Bai stared at him, his lacquer-like eyes reflected the firelight at the table, he seemed to have some warmth, but he was by no means in a good mood, "But you have been in a good mood just now. With us, the only thing to do is to break the sacrificial blood array."
Yin Wushu leaned against the back of the chair all the time when he was listening to him, with that half-smile expression, without malice or sharpness, but unpredictable. Every time Xie Bai, who was once young and energetic, saw his expression, he would subconsciously feel that he had done something to make him laugh again, and he would often do something out of annoyance to bully his teachers and destroy his ancestors and relatives.
It wasn't until Xie Bai said that Yin Wushu sat up straight, unbuttoned the cuff of his shirt with one hand, turned it up, and shook it in front of Xie Bai: "You don't believe me when I say it's self-expelled. Look, the wound has healed." The speed is about the same as when I dug my heart, do you think a small sacrificial blood formation has such great power