The arm that was strangling his neck felt like an iron clamp.
Ye Feng put away the dagger and saw a shallow cut on An Zhiming's neck, which was slightly red.
He patted him apologetically: "Are you not scared?
"Next time, don't get too close to me when I'm not sober. It's easy to get hurt by mistake."
"Hmmmm."
An Zhiming nodded continuously, staring at him with sparkling eyes.
"Brother Ye, your skills are amazing! No wonder you dare to go out alone, and no wonder you can survive so many groups of strange beasts..."
Suddenly, Long Sa's voice came into Ye Feng's mind.
"Put on your clothes first! Someone is coming! Right next to the pillow."
"Oh, okay."
Ye Feng followed suit and asked for instructions while putting on his clothes.
"What were you looking at just now when you were so close to me? Is there something on my face?"
He touched his face with his backhand.
"There's nothing on your face. He has a problem. He always wants to study people's facial features."
A hunchbacked old man walked in with two bottles of blue transparent medicine in his hands. He wore a loose, ordinary gray robe over his protective suit.
Following in was An Shaobin, who was wearing a white pharmacist's uniform.
Undoubtedly, this person is Master Fantu.
He looked to be in his seventies or eighties, with gray hair and wrinkles around his eyes.
But his eyes were clear and wise, which was very unusual.
An Zhiming, who was standing next to him, explained to Ye Feng awkwardly, "Well, I just thought you had excellent bone structure, so I took a closer look at you..."
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