"I'm not drunk." Maybe it was because Jun Moyan got angry, and the drunkard got up from the ground and walked towards the sofa.

Although his steps were still unstable, he never fell down and sat steadily on the sofa.

"Since you're not drunk, hurry up and save it." Jun Moyan's face was terrifying, even more terrifying than killing enemies in the woods.

The drunkard raised his eyes and looked at the furry thing on several tables, blinked, a little confused.

Then he looked at Jun Moyan and said directly without fear of death:

"Are you not sick?"

Seeing that Jun Moyan was about to get angry again, the drunkard hurriedly said, "Do you have it, save it, save it immediately."

He said as he waved to Baiyi: "Green, bring my medicine box."

The white clothes and black lines seem to be really drunk.

He bent down and picked up the medicine box that Qingyi had just placed on the ground and handed it to the drunkard.

The drunkard who was checking the cat's wound looked up, looked at Baiyi, and smiled: "It turned out to be white, but I thought it was green."

After saying that, he ignored everyone's speechless appearance and continued to look down at the cat's injuries.

After a while, he said: "It's helpless, too much blood loss. In addition to this injury, there are also serious internal injuries. Who is so vicious? He won't even let a cat who has just been born."

Jun Moyan's heart beat hard when he heard the drunkard's words, frowned and said, "...you won't rescue me?"

"I said Jun San, did you know me on the first day? I said there was no help, what's the point of rescue? Will it live for two more hours? But it's just a little bit of pain. It's better to end it with just one knife now to save it from being tortured."

The drunkard said, a cold light flashed across his cuffs, and there was a sharp scalpel in his hand at some point.

Seeing that the raised scalpel was about to fall, Jun Moyan raised his leg and kicked the drunkard to the other end of the sofa.

Qingyi's heart tightened and subconsciously stepped forward, but due to Jun Moyan, he finally resisted and went forward to help the drunkard.

"...Fuck, cough cough... The surname Jun, you actually kicked me for a cat that was about to die."

The drunkard was lying on the sofa, covering his chest that was kicked with one hand: "Cough cough, have you taken explosives? Your lungs will be kicked out."

Jun Moyan looked at the drunkard screaming on the sofa, and then looked at the motionless cat on the desk, a little annoyed:

"Send him back."

"yes."

Qingyi quickly dropped the towel in her hand and helped the drunkard on the sofa up: "You deserve to be kicked if you make your mouth broken and your hands broken."

"Fuck, you obviously got crazy and pulled me out of bed at night. You had nothing to do when you were full and asked me to save a cat, just kick me."

"Okay, you can shut up quickly."

Qingyi said and gave Baiyi a look. Baiyi nodded, indicating that he was here.

Qingyi then took the drunkard away with peace of mind...

"San Young Master, how to deal with this cat?" Baiyi stepped forward two steps.

Jun Moyan looked at the cat, his lips slightly pursed, and his eyes were dark.

After a while, I said, "Find a place with good feng shui and bury it."

The drunkard said there was no help, that was really no help.

"OK."

"Slow down." Jun Moyan changed his words temporarily: "It's better to bury the back garden."

"This... the third young master is somewhat taboo. Wouldn't it be bad?"

"Do as I said."

After Jun Moyan finished speaking, he turned around and walked upstairs.

Wen Xiaoai's consciousness gradually dissipated. In the hazy, he could only hear the footsteps of the man going upstairs.
Chapter completed!