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[Twinkling faded again: Why are you arguing! ?Wasn't it just because you killed people one by one, murdered each scene one by one, and split up the gods of others? 】

[The famous detective dancing on Xingwang: I remember that this kind of craftsmanship of intangible cultural heritage really needs to be done in a quiet place and concentrated. Close it. 】

Reminded by "The Famous Detective Dancing on Starnet", Lawrence immediately turned off the function of randomly reading the barrage, and worried people joined him.

"Are you okay? Do you want to end here first?"

"Fortunately, the injury is not serious. There is no need to end the live broadcast. I will go and treat Yang's wound first, and I will be right back."

As Lu Liang said, he grabbed Yang's wrist and angrily pulled him into the room, teaching him a lesson while pulling.

"The next time you use the knife, you must not be distracted, otherwise I will never need your help again. You can cool off and stay where you are!"

"Liangliang, don't be angry, I'm fine... just scratched a little."

Yang looked at the knife marks and sporadic blood on the first knuckle of his finger, and subconsciously felt that this was not an injury at all. He didn't quite understand why Lu Liang was so angry. The injuries were more serious before, and no one cared.

The moment this thought came out, Yang was stunned for a moment, and began to think and recall, had he been injured before?

Still a serious injury! ?

Some fragmentary images suddenly appeared in the chaotic brain. In each of them, he was soaked in blood, and there were corpses all around him. There were corpses of mutated Zerg, human bodies, and...then what was he doing?

Yang seemed to vaguely see that he had twisted a person's neck alive, and sprayed his whole body with hot blood...

"Yang, what are you in a daze for? Get back to your senses, hurry up and get back to your senses!"

Lu Liang was treating Yang's wound, but found that his hands were clenched involuntarily. When he looked up again, he realized that he was not in the right state. He quickly got up and held his face, patted his cheeks, and kept calling him.

"... Cool..." I seem to have really killed someone.

That sentence full of fear was finally swallowed by Yang forcibly. He didn't dare to say it, he was afraid that Lu Liang would drive him away if he said it, he was afraid, he was really afraid, but why did he even feel afraid of himself? Do not know at all!

"Okay, it's okay, it's okay, I won't scold you, I won't blame you anymore, don't think about it anymore, okay? Just rest here obediently, and I'll call you when I'm done cooking. Your injuries will heal, you will get better and better, trust me, okay?"

"Ah."

Yang looked into Lu Liang's eyes for a long time, then nodded slightly in agreement.