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Jiang Muqiu glanced at Wu Liuyi, ignored his eager eyes, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Wu Liuyi blinked, with a pure and innocent look, "What are you talking about? Are you scolding me, my friend? How can you do this, it really makes me sad."

"Okay, let's put it another way." Jiang Muqiu was unmoved, and glanced at Wu Liuyi, with a feeling that strangers should not enter, "Why are you here?"

Wu Liuyi spread his hands, raised a meaningful smile, showing slightly sharp canine teeth, "As you can see."

Seeing this, Jiang Muqiu cast a sidelong glance at Wu Liuyi, and said calmly, "Secondary two, drama master, which one are you?"

Tuanzi kept talking about "Secondary Two" and "Actor", as if he was struggling with which one it was.Jiang Muqiu glanced out of the corner of his eye, and deeply felt that this little guy was too stupid and cute, with an IQ of 250.

The smile on Wu Liuyi's face froze for a moment, and then he glared at Jiang Muqiu angrily, "My friend, how could you do this? We are in the same ward, and we are all patients. They're pretty much the same."

Jiang Muqiu raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and chuckled softly, "Who asked me to be on this side, and you to be on the other side?"

Wu Liuyi curled his lips in grievance, stopped talking, stared at Jiang Muqiu's face for two seconds, and then showed a very seductive smile, "You really look better than before, and you are even more appetizing." As she said that, Wu Liuyi's eyes gradually darkened, and the tip of her tongue wiped that sharp tooth, as if she was about to pounce on her at any moment.

"??? Can this flirting drama be over?" "I always feel that these two people are somehow compatible." "I think this big brother can do it after work... Cough cough cough cough... I was wrong, Lord Death !" "Don't talk nonsense! My little brother and I!"

Jiang Muqiu's eyes froze, but after thinking about it, he looked at Wu Liuyi with a smile that was not a smile. Behind the silver frame was a pair of cold and piercing eyes, "Take your information in exchange, tell me, what you know This hospital thing, anything."

"Really, really?" Wu Liuyi seemed shocked by Jiang Muqiu's words, his face was full of surprise, full of disbelief.

Jiang Muqiu tilted his head slightly, with an expression of something else on his face.

"???" After a storm of question marks passed, a ghost finally typed. "Don't!!!" "Just let me

Jiang Muqiu stared at Wu Liuyi for a while, and when Wu Liuyi felt nervous, his eyes passed Wu Liuyi, and focused on an empty plastic bag on the low cabinet behind Wu Liuyi, there were still some unknown things inside. Liquid, maybe infused medicine or something.

Wu Liuyi followed Jiang Muqiu's gaze, and seemed to understand what Jiang Muqiu was going to do, with a little regret and dissatisfaction on his face.

Jiang Muqiu had no time to worry about Wu Liuyi's thoughts, so he took a step forward, took the empty plastic bag, took a section of infusion hose, then took out the butterfly blade, cut off the upper part of the dripping funnel, and then Connect the empty plastic bag with the infusion hose to form a simple funnel.

After doing all this, Jiang Muqiu rolled up his sleeves and cut his arm without hesitation. The blood dripped down the arm into the drip funnel, and then flowed into the plastic bag along the infusion hose.

Wu Liuyi's eyes were fixed on Jiang Muqiu's bloody arm, and he swallowed unconsciously, it was so delicious.

After the blood filled the entire plastic bag, Jiang Muqiu casually pulled a clean piece of cloth on the bed next to him, wrapped up the wound on his arm, his movements were smooth and smooth, and he looked quite skilled.

Wu Liuyi's eyes were still fixed on Jiang Muqiu's arm, obviously, it was more attractive to him there.

"Is there still such an operation?" "Should I be called a doctor?" "Sorry, I was wrong." "Hey, we can't blame us, blood is inseparable from that, in Western culture. "

Jiang Muqiu glanced at Wu Liuyi, his eyes were cold, like a cold blade, "Speak."

Wu Liuyi curled his lips, obviously he was not very satisfied with the reward for the information, but if he refused, he might not get the blood. To be honest, if it was not a last resort, he didn't want to use force. After all, he is a disciplined person. A law-abiding, peace-loving blood race.Today is not a full moon, Wu Liuyi thought so.

Holding the blood bag in one hand and the notebook in the other, Jiang Muqiu smiled kindly at Wu Liuyi, like a scheming fox, "Or do you mean you don't want it? If that's the case, then I'll throw it away. With that said, he walked towards the window.

"Oh no, I'll just say it." After all, Wu Liuyi was not willing to part with the bag of fragrant blood, and hurriedly stopped it. Really, although the "Blood Race Management Regulations" clearly mentioned that it is not allowed to directly suck blood from a living body, but Sure enough, it's more delicious to inhale directly, isn't he just hesitant

Jiang Muqiu turned around with an expression of all ears.

"There's actually nothing special about this hospital, except that there are a little few patients, and the doctors are dumb, nothing else." Wu Liuyi said in a natural tone.

Jiang Muqiu had a sullen face, apparently very dissatisfied with Wu Liuyi's words.

"Okay, okay, I'll think about it again." Wu Liuyi said pitifully.

"Although I know he's a dramatist, it's hard to hate him just because of that face. Alas, this ugly society is dominated by good looks." "Cough, dramatists are actually quite cute. What bad things are you doing?" "I can see that everyone here is a face control."

Jiang Muqiu simply found a bed at random and sat down, poking the notebook with a pen in his hand, looking quite patient.

Wu Liuyi thought hard for a long time, then suddenly raised his head to look at Jiang Muqiu, and said, "Ah, I thought of it, this hospital is haunted!"

"Is the ghost you mentioned the same as that one?" Jiang Muqiu asked, pointing to the window.

Wu Liuyi looked at the direction Jiang Muqiu was pointing at, nodded, and replied, "That's right, that's the one. That's right, it's the kind of ghost that climbs windows every night!"

"? Why do you feel that you didn't get anything of value?" "With that bloody handprint, of course I know there is a ghost." "Not necessarily, it's not completely impossible to do it artificially." Appeared, can people still remain invisible?"

Jiang Muqiu gave Wu Liuyi a sharp look, "Think again."