Chapter 1416: Hard to put blood

Xia Xi calmed down and stopped.
She knew that he would be fine. The last time she left the warship at the Wei's base, he fell off from such a high place, not to mention that he had not really fallen off the cliff. She looked up and looked at the staff to rescue him and bring it safely to the crew.
His face was a little pale, his spirit was still good, looking at her, and laughing casually: "I am fine, don't worry."
"I didn't worry about you," she said coldly, but she asked involuntarily. "How can it slip?"
He smiled deeper in his eyes: "I accidentally lost my hand."
Nearby, the group's doctor and several assistants gathered around and were busy checking his body.
Xia Wei was separated from the crowd and looked at the masked smiles of the crowd. There was a faint disappointment in his heart. No, how could things be as simple as that? She is most aware of how high the fighting power of Wei Lingnan is. The low-level error of slipping does not seem to happen to him. What did he hide her?
The director on the side came forward and asked her: "Miss Xia, do you want to let Mr. Wei take a break, let's take another show?"
Xia Wei nodded without thinking, "Good."
Over there, Wei Lingnan has already done medical treatment and walked over and said: "I am fine. Just after the doctor checked it, there was no injury at all. It is not easy to set up this set. Let me shoot it directly, don't delay the progress.

She ignored him and told the director: "Go to the next one."
The director glanced at her and looked at Wei Lingnan. In the end, she was able to tell who was the master. She responded well to her and prepared.
Only two of them were left on the open space.
The smile on Wei Lingnan’s face was retracted, and he recovered his usual emotions:
Why?

"What is it?" Her voice was still cold.
"This movie is about getting energy. When you shoot it out one day, you will be a little easier. Why do you have to delay the progress for me?"
"I don't want you to die on the cliff. When I get back to the actor, I will delay the progress." She turned blank and turned away.
Wei Lingnan stood alone in the wind, looking at the back of her away, for a long time.
Return to the base at night.
The deep purple artificial planet is suspended in the darkness of the underground base, and the mysterious light is like a breath. He walked in, walked into the bathroom with a light foot, and simply rinsed his body, so he walked out naked. Looking at himself in the floor mirror, the long body is the perfect golden ratio. The water drops that are not dried are slid down along the well-balanced body-building chest, sliding over the flat and powerful waist, all the way down.
Further down, it is a pair of less pleasing legs.
Although one of them is as perfect as a sculpture, the other is morbidly grayish white, with faint scars spreading on it.
He quietly looked into the mirror and saw the back quietly coming into an old man. The old man looked at him respectfully and bent over to him: "Sir, you are back. Your legs... seems to have deteriorated again?"
The old man's worried eyes fell on his almost necrotic legs. Just a few days ago, these grayish and necrotic scars only stayed in the calf position. Now, after a short time, they have spread quickly to the thigh roots. !
"Sir, open the healing pool." The old man begged.
Wei Lingnan said: "Don't gossip." The healing pool consumes a lot of energy. The energy is converted into energy for Xia Wei. He doesn't want to waste. As for his leg? The Scartana star is so strong, even if this leg abolishes most of the muscles and cells, walking like a normal human does not have much problem, which is enough.
He walked two steps forward, suddenly squatting and almost fell.
"Sir!" the old man shouted in dismay.
Wei Lingnan stabilized his body shape, and took a deep breath in order to restrain the sudden pain of the wounded leg. This is a sign of the attack. When I was hanging on the cliff in the daytime, he was disturbed by the pain of this burst of heart. His feet suddenly felt weak and he fell on the air. Aunt seems to be a bit skeptical, he wants to hide better.
However, contrary to expectations, it may be the accident of the previous day. On the second day, his leg injury was more serious and he could hardly get out of bed.
The old man once again begged: "Sir, you will have a day off at home."
He said: "Give me a shot of analgesic."
Under his chilly eyes, the old man couldn't help but turn and take a bottle of analgesic to him. Wei Lingnan injected it into his injured leg, threw the empty needle on the ground, got up and walked outside.
Today's studio is still busy.
Xia Wei and Wei Lingnan took a few opponents and saw that his face was not right. He walked into the dressing room alone during the break.
After a short time, I took a cup of sour plum soup and handed it to Wei Lingnan: "Drink some water."
Wei Lingnan took it, only took a sip, suddenly noticed what, put down the cup and pulled her hand: "Auntie?!"
"What are you doing?!" She didn't expect him to be like this, angry, earning a little later but not making a profit. The hand was caught by him, and the long, wide sleeves were scattered like flowers, revealing a delicate white wrist. On the wrist, a scar was shocking and not dry.
Wei Lingnan looked at the blood mark and looked up at her again: "What are you doing, letting blood give me energy?"
She turned her head and said: "Don't be self-satisfied. If a tribe is weak to your degree, I will save it."
He sneered: "Yes." He stood up and threw the cup of blood-stained plum juice back into her hands. "I don't want to."
She was in a hurry, looked up and yelled at him: "You don't want to die?! See what you are weak now. Even if you want to collect energy for me, you can't squeeze yourself. If you die, who will give me a cow? Do horses?!"
Wei Lingnan: "...Auntie, can't you say something nice?"
She still yelled at him: "Listen to your ghost! Drink it!"
He smiled like a smile on the face of the ice lake, raised the cup, drank a large bite of plum juice, and told her not to pull her into her arms, open her lips, and feed her a little bit. In the mouth. The sweet and sour liquid flows between the lips of the two people, with a hint of coolness and a smell. She wanted to go over her head and refused to drink the precious energy. He overbearingly fed the plum juice into her mouth and confirmed that she had drunk the stomach.
"You are a neuropathy!" As soon as she was released, she screamed. "I have a heart!"