Let's make a summary after applying the medicine.

Thinking of this, Mo Shangyun threw his cell phone aside.

"Tofu Xishi?"

Yan Tianxing, who applied her bruises to safflower oil, accidentally scanned his phone screen.

Mo Shangyun glanced at him, but did not hide it, "Si Sheng, the one who sells tofu brains."

Yan Tianxing put down her sleeve.

After thinking for a while, I remembered the "those who sells tofu brains".

Martial arts stars with poor acting skills put at least one-third of the weird thing about sugar in Mo Shangyun’s birthday gift (tofu brain).

Yan Tianxing nodded slightly and then asked, "Where is the other hand?"

"Not hurt."

Mo Shangyun shook his left hand and indicated that there was no injury.

But, just as he was about to let go, he was caught by Yan Tianxing again.

Without saying a word, Yan Tianxing pulled up her left sleeve.

I wanted to confirm it, but when I saw it, Yan Tianxing's face completely collapsed.

A long scar was scratched from the inside of the elbow and was completely healed. The scar was the same as the skin color and could not even be recognized at first glance.

It seems that this long scar has been around for some time.

If Yan Tianxing remembers correctly, he had seen a knife injury on Mo Shangyun's shoulder before, which was much worse than this one.

Frowning for two seconds, Yan Tianxing seemed to smile, with a little sarcastic anger in his words, "Instructor Mo, you are not old and have good conditions, but the color you are wearing is bigger than your veteran.

More."

Hearing Yan Tianxing's tone, Mo Shangyun frowned gently, broke away his hand, and then slowly lowered his sleeves.

"If this is a compliment, I accept it."

Mo Shangyun said that the clouds and winds were calm, and obviously he didn't want to explain more to Yan Tianxing about this matter.
Chapter completed!