On Muran's handsome face, he put on the anti-counterfeiting mark and looked at the bedside: "that month, boss, do you want me to know what you have done to those people, or don't you know?"

Chu zhaoyue shakes his head, takes off the white silk wrapped around his left wrist, raises the injured wrist to Mo Ran's eyes, and laughs helplessly: "if you don't want me to doubt, don't want me to detect, don't want me to know, in fact, you know everything. You don't have to say so many ambiguous words to me afterwards, as long as you don't cure me so quickly. "

holding up the wrist in...