Yu Qingyu: "..." Fuck!
Ji Pan shouted in a panic: "Little fox, what's wrong with you? Little fox?"
Yu Qingyu continued to roll on the ground. He felt that his whole body was in pain at the moment, and he had no intention of climbing.
The good carpet was scratched by Yu Qingyu one after another, making a mess.
Ji Pan picked up Yu Qingyu and walked out, even though his arm was scratched bloody.
…
"Hurry up!"
"Yes!" The driver drove all the way through the various vehicles, and finally arrived at the silver-haired man's pet hospital in the shortest time.
Ji Pan hugged Yu Qingyu, who was already in a coma, and rushed in: "The one with the white hair, come out!"
The silver-haired man heard Ji Pan's roar when he came out of a room, and rolled his eyes silently.
Does he have a name? I told him last time, but now I call him white-haired. Is he white-haired
He is obviously silver-haired!
"Quick, see what's wrong with him?" Ji Pan handed Yu Qingyu to the silver-haired man.
The silver-haired man's attention was not on Yu Qingyu, but on Ji Pan's bleeding arm.
It smells so good, it has a strong spiritual power breath, and it also has a trace of high-level blood.
This breath made him feel like he wanted to stay away from Ji Pan. u
"Hurry up! Didn't see him dying? Why are you in a daze? Do you want to die?"
The silver-haired man regained his senses and looked at Yu Qingyu.
This young man is really lucky. It would have been impossible for him to recover from such a serious injury in seven or eight years, but he did a small favor first to speed up his recovery, and now it is even more...
"Mr. Ji, did he become like this after drinking your blood?"
Ji Pan recalled what happened just now, and his eyes widened for a moment: "Could it be that my blood is poisonous?"
The silver-haired man shook his head and said with a smile, "It's a good thing for him."
Ji Pan said angrily: "Do you think he looks good? If you can't cure him, prepare to be buried with him!"
The silver-haired man knew the man's identity, and believed in what he said about being buried with him, but the young man was fine at all, which was why he was not in a hurry now.
"If you want him to get better soon, you can feed him some more of your blood, it depends on your willingness."
What is he reluctant to do, he has already regarded the little fox as his son, a part of his life, as long as he can recover, what is bloodshed
Ji Pan put the little fox in the bed, fed some blood, and stared at the silver-haired man with deep eyes.
"Tell me, what's going on?"
In an instant, the bodyguards who were originally scattered around quickly surrounded the silver-haired man.
One of the bodyguards even moved a chair for Ji Pan.
Ji Pan sat down, tapped the time with one hand, and stared at the silver-haired man, as if he couldn't get out of this room without talking today.
The silver-haired man suddenly laughed when he saw the battle, and waved his hand. Except for Ji Pan and the silver-haired man, everyone on the scene fell down, and the personnel did not know.
Ji Pan's eyes changed, a little appreciative, a little vigilant, a little surprised, but no fear.
If ordinary people were here, they would definitely be terrified when they saw one person waving his hands and making so many people die.
Who is Ji Pan? He has lived in the world of fighting and killing since he was a child. He has never seen any means or experienced any difficulties.
The scene in front of him was not worth his fear. What he was really worried about was what would happen to his little fox
(end of this chapter)