Marshal, he overturned

Nan Ling couldn't hear Fang Qi's answer, so he didn't care. He just smiled and said, "Don't be in a daze. I'm going back to Michael to take a shower. Are you coming?"

"Okay." Fang Qi's answer blurted out.

But after blurting it out, after a little recollection, he realized that there seemed to be something wrong with this sentence.

Nan Ling went back to take a bath and invited him to join him.

In fact, Fang Qi can understand the meaning itself, but if there is such an ambiguity, as long as you think about it carefully, you will gradually feel something is wrong.

Besides, wasn't Nan Ling fatally injured and unconscious?Why did you appear in front of him so alive and kicking?

Fang Qi turned to look at Nan Ling, and found that the fatal wound on the other party's body had disappeared without a trace, only the large blood stains on the military uniform reminded Fang Qi that what happened just now was not a dream.

Nan Ling was indeed fatally injured, but the fatal injury disappeared without a trace for some reason.

"Sir, how is your injury? Why does it seem...healed."

Fang Qi really wanted to know how Nan Ling healed his wound under such circumstances.

When Fang Qi recalled the situation at that time, he felt lingering fear.

Nan Ling took his nightgown and stopped before entering the bathroom specially designed by Michael.

He turned his head to look at Fang Qi, who was also stained with blood, and showed a smug smile.

"Want to know my abilities?"