Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

109-2

"In a rage, he wants to wipe us all out."

He also played a trick and used the word "us" to add himself to the team that was having an affair with Xue Yu.

Xue Yu: “…”

Yan Jueshen was making jokes and saying all sorts of incoherent things. He mentally expected that Xue Yu would blush and angrily refute him after he finished speaking, but after waiting for a long time, Xue Yu still didn't say anything.

“…”

His face really turned cold now.

His gaze was like a rope, trapping Xue Yu in his sight: "Pei Xueyu, this can't be true, right?"

He couldn't accept that Xue Yu didn't just have that one lover, he also had countless other adulterers, who he didn't know where they came from, maybe all over the world.

"You're not talking, is that true?"

Of course not. Xue Yu was just speechless that he had such a rich imagination even after being shot.

Xue Yu always turned his head away to avoid it, but when he saw the sadness between the man's brows, he pursed his lips and tried to deny it.

The elevator door dinged and opened at an inopportune moment.

Xin Xiao just put on some clothes and came out. He was like a hound with a sensitive sense of smell. He found Xue Yu by smelling the scent without having to look carefully.

Seeing Xue Yu's face full of blood, he felt anxious and bent his upper body, asking nervous questions: "How did you become like this after being out for a while? Is this blood? Is it yours? Did something happen?"

Xue Yu shook his head: "I'm fine, it's him..."

Xin Xiao shifted his gaze to Yan Jueshen.

Zhuang Xianting squatted down first, and took a quick glance around his eroded wound. His expression changed slightly, "Gunshot wound? Where did the gun come from?"

He turned to look at Xue Yu, who avoided him with a pale face. He then looked at Yan Jueshen, who ignored him lightly, "It hurts so much, don't ask, save me first."

Zhuang Xianting said without further ado: "We can't send him to a regular hospital. My friend opened a small clinic nearby with fairly complete equipment. Let's send him there first. Xin Xiao, come and move him."

"...Then how can I help?" Xue Yu asked nervously.

Zhuang Xianting looked over and paused for a second at his cat-like miserable face. He said in a lighter tone, "Go back and wash up first. Xin Xiao and I will take him there. The more people there are, the more chaotic it will be. I'll tell you when there's news."

Xue Yu: “Okay…”

Zhuang Xianting was careful and made sure that there were no bleeding wounds on Xue Yu's body. Only after Yan Jueshen had rubbed against him did he and Xin Xiao help him get into the car.

Zhuang Xianting turned the car key and his heart suddenly beat before starting the car. An inexplicable intuition made him look out the window.

After a few seconds, look back.

The engine roared, and the high-performance car drove away quickly.

…

When there was only one person left in the garage, Xue Yu was finally able to sort out his thoughts.

He felt it was extremely unreasonable that the "system" agreed to his request without any principles or considerations just because of a few requests.

This easy-going nature not only brought him convenience, but also caused him to feel a slight sense of disconnection given that he originally had the impression of a villain to outsiders.