Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

She threw the bag on the ground: "Try it."

Jiang Zhi touched the watch on his wrist, calmly.

Su Chan kicked the bag away and looked around. There was no passer-by. She moved forward in a hurry. At this moment, there was a wind blowing in her ears.

In front of her eyes, suddenly ran into a shadow.

It is Zhou Xufang.

"014," Zhou Xufang moved to the front of Jiang Zhi in the blink of an eye, "have you forgotten who Jiang Zhi's girlfriend is?"

It came really fast.

Su Chan clenched his hand into a fist, and without a word, went straight to Zhou Xufang's left shoulder.

She is already messed up, only Su Qinghou is in her mind.

Zhou Xufang didn't dodge, and when Su Chan's fist was only one foot away from her left shoulder, she raised her hand and intercepted Su Chan's fist with two fingers.

Su Chan pushed forward, but did not move.

"You are all copied from me." Zhou Xufang's tone was not arrogant, but a serious statement of the fact, "But I am first-class, you are bad."

After finishing speaking, Zhou Xufang didn't push hard.

Su Chan's back hit the wall, her center of gravity became unstable for a while, and she fell to the ground. She tried to stand up on her ground. As soon as she moved, her entire back was numb.

"I heard Yunsheng say that you have not replicated my regenerative and self-healing abilities, then if I punch you, you will have to lie in bed for three months."

Su Chan's face gradually turned pale.

Her genetic power is derived from Zhou Xufang's stem cells, which only induced a part of it. The speed, strength, bounce and hearing are all close to half of Zhou Xufang's. She does not have the ability to regenerate and heal herself.

Without penicillin, she couldn't even catch Zhou Xufang's trick.

Zhou Xufang walked over and looked at her condescendingly: "If you don't want to lie down for three months, don't mess with Jiang Zhi."

After speaking, she pulled Jiang Zhi into the elevator.

The elevator door closed and went up to the sixth floor.

Jiang Zhi took Zhou Xufang into an empty ward: "Aren't you with your uncle?"

"I rushed over when I heard you talking to Su Chan." She was very sensitive to Jiang Zhi's voice and heard him talking on the fourth floor from the second floor.

"Afraid I can't beat her?"

Zhou Xufang nodded: "She is not an ordinary person. Her strength and speed are at least 15 times that of yours."

Jiang Zhi was noncommittal, and said another thing: "Su Qinghou has a watch with a blade hidden in the strap, and he painted penicillin on the blade." He had found the watch.

Xu Fang also knows this week.

"and then?"

Jiang Zhi stretched his hand over: "I did one too."

Zhou Xufang looked at his watch. It was not the one she gave. She touched the strap with her finger: "Is there a knife in it too?"

"No." Jiang Zhi said, "There are needles."

what!

What a mysterious look.

Zhou Xufang stared at his watch: "What's the application?" Su Chan is not afraid of penicillin.

"poison."

Zhou Xufang: "..."

what!

It looks sinister.

Jiang Zhi doesn't learn how to be good, but he learns very fast when he learns bad.

"If I don't need a watch, I can play with her for ten minutes." Jiang Zhi said, "Enough, ten minutes I can let her sit in the cell."

what!

It looks amazing.

Zhou Xufang looked at Jiang Zhi in admiration with the look of a big boss.

"Spinning treasure."

"Ok."

The name is Fangbao, which shows that he is in a good mood. He smiled, and joy overflowed from his eyebrows: "I like the way you just protected me."

Zhou Xufang was embarrassed by him.

"There is a feeling of being petted by you."

"..."

In this way, he is not a big brother at all, like the little wife of a big brother.

In the afternoon, Jiang Zhi went to a mental hospital.

He didn't go in, and stood at the small window where the food was delivered, looking in with his eyebrows, "Are you hungry?"

Su Qinghou sat on the hospital bed with scum on his chin. It is estimated that he hasn't slept for a long time. There is a circle of blue and gray under his eyes, and he looks gloomy and depressed.

Jiang Zhi stretched out his hand.

The "male nurse" next to him immediately handed a plate of braised chicken legs.

Jiang Zhi put the plate in the window: "Do you want to eat?" He teased his pet, "I'll give it to you when you come."

stupid*!

Su Qinghou stood up from the bed, his legs were a bit weak: "Is it fun?" He stepped forward and looked at Jiang Zhi. There was a trace of blood flowing on his neck, starting from the ear, "When I was eighteen years old, Play like this too."

When he was eighteen years old, he fished Zhou Xufang with a drumstick.

Unfortunately, she didn't take the bait.

"Don't say I'm hungry, you don't eat." Jiang Zhi took the plate away, "Take it to the dog."

The chicken legs were taken away.

Su Qing Hou really wanted to **** Jiang Zhi.

"I want to go to the toilet."

Jiang Zhi hugged his hand, so he watched in his spare time: "Please."

Su Qinghou grinds his teeth: "I'm going to the bathroom."

"You treat me as a guest."

"Jiangzhi!"

He corrected: "Lu Xingchen."

"Star you**!"

There are a lot of people Su Qinghou hates, but there is no second person like Jiang Zhi who hates him. He walked to the window, put his hand on the wall, and leaned over: "You better kill me, or I will kill you after I go out."

Jiang Zhi's peachy eyes were hooked, and he smiled wickedly: "Whoever does it, try it."

I really want to kill him...

Su Qinghou took a deep breath, clenched his hand into a fist, and resisted the killing thought: "I am crazy, I can't run away, you let me go to the bathroom."

"Want to go to the bathroom? All right." Jiang Zhi said, "Please."

"..."

If he has a gun in his hand, he must break Jiang Zhi into a hornet's nest. He gritted his teeth and broke his palm, and then two words popped out of his teeth: "Please, you."

Jiang Zhi was very compassionate and waved his hand to the person next to him: "Give him a basin."

Su Qinghou: "..."

The hand on the wall made a deep scratch.

Su Qinghou's blue eyes are about to burst into sparks: "I'm going to the bathroom!"

Jiang Zhi still looked like a dead fairy: "No?" He stroked the misty blue hair on his forehead with his fingers. "Forget it."

Su Qinghou bit his lip.

For a long time, two words came out in the room: "I want..."