"It hurts," Feng Li held his right thumb with his left hand and squeezed hard, forcing out a few drops of blood, and presented the wound, which was about half a centimeter long, to Wang Fanghe's eyes.
"Hey, why are you so careless!" Wang Fanghe immediately held his right thumb and said, "There is an exam this afternoon, what should I do?" He took out a tissue and wiped it gently. After a pause, he put it in his mouth and sucked it: "My mother said that this kind of wound can be cured by putting it in your mouth and sucking it. It seems that the saliva will help the healing... Does it still hurt? I will go to the infirmary later to get you a band-aid?"
Feng Li lowered his eyes, looked pitiful, frowned slightly and whispered: "It hurts."
The little gangster who passed by carrying a dinner plate and whose wounds were not completely healed was stunned.
Is this the same Feng Li who was beaten to death by a group of people and then beaten to death by himself? ! Is he hallucinating?
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Attack: Feng Li
Accepted by: Wang Fanghe
——Minor spoiler dividing line——
The early attack is shorter than the attack.
(Will grow taller)
Intention:
