Wood had been shot in the arm before. Professor Lin had performed the surgery herself. Nobody knew how this old man did the surgery. When the surgery is done, the wooden arm will be wrapped in a hammer.

At this time, the trees were in poor condition, and Yunting was equally afraid to take her to the hospital. If there was a problem with the trees, she could only be thrown on the grass as ordered by Lin Lao Dao.

According to the old Taoist Taoist, Taoist disciples are concerned with absorbing the essence of the sun and moon, which can be used to heal the wounds.

This excuse is so lame that Yunting naturally doesn't believe it, but he still does what he says.

Everyone has their secrets, she doesn't say, he won't ask, he just wants to believe her.

Yunting hugged the trees and leaned under the great banyan tree in the courtyard, surrounded by all kinds of flowers and plants, submerged them in the world of plants.

A strange atmosphere that makes Yunting feel calm and refreshed, seemingly all tired and upset, calm at this moment.

At this point, Yunting's phone rang.

When he looked at the three words on the phone screen, he laughed and strangled the phone.

Apparently, the other party was not dead, and after two more consecutive calls, Yunting muted the phone.

There was a strange wave in the trees at the moment, and he couldn't see it, but he could feel it.

She was like a mountain elf, pure and spotless, and her cellular ringtone, even his own, prevented her from communicating with nature.

Yunting dropped her kiss between the woods or put her down and took her phone to silent ten steps away.

The phone screen lit up again, Yunting finally answered the phone and took a dozen more steps outside, leaving the trees far away without letting her out of his sight.

“Daughter and Stu, you can only choose one. This is her fault. What's she doing with me?” Yunting sounds cold and killer.

“Are you kidding me? I am loyal only to Huaxia, not to anyone. You are the Attorney General, not even aware of that? ”

“As a blood relative, I can only divulge one piece of information to you: it involves the blood skeleton. ”

Leaving the last sentence behind, Yunting hung up again.

Father and son?

Together, the two brothers, in the heart of the Attorney General, are no better than the daughters of an old lover?

Looking at the trees lying on the ground, the fury in Yunting's heart prevailed.

Last time, he was too young to be able to do so and lost his brother.

This time, he will no longer lose his trees because of his lack of strength.

……

The trees slept beautifully and by the time they woke up, the moon had sunken its ass.

“It feels so good to be home.” The trees stretched out a large lazy waist before noticing that there was another person over there, his eyes staring at her like leopards.

“Yunting, I'm fine, I'm just too sleepy.” Wood knew Yunting was worried about her and hurried to explain.

“So, are you sleeping well now?” Cloud Ting's voice is still a little low and wears a peculiar sand dumb, sounding particularly sexy as if it had magic on it.

“Well, don't you believe it? My arms are fine.” The trees themselves removed the bandage on their right hand and dumped their arms, recovering nicely.

“You threw up blood.” Cloud Ting refers to the piece of his chest that was supposed to be red, but at this point turned pale with green blood stains.

“It's okay, it's not like I haven't bled.” Wood said that Yunting thought of the last time she came to the barracks, staring at the trees.

“Well, I confess, I usually bleed. It's all right. It's just my heart bleeds. If it bleeds, my life is in danger.” Trees don't want to hide the clouds. If he used her secrets against her, she admitted it.