Chapter 316: African Black Witchcraft

Yang Zimei ran into the pharmacy, bought cotton swabs, and asked him to sit on a stone chair on the street and carefully clean the bruised wound.
Min Gang looked up slightly, watching her holding a cotton swab close to herself, and she could clearly see her fair and smooth face without any flaws, and her big eyes flickering.
His mood was a little tense, but full of expectation and excitement.
Yang Zimei carefully rubbed him with a lotion, so she was a little nervous when she was close to Min Gang.
Min Gang's facial features are really good-looking, like the most brilliant jadesmith, carved out with a knife.
She quickly helped him finish the lotion on his face, and asked him to undress and apply medicine to his spine.
Min Gang was a little hesitant and took off the damaged shirt on his body, revealing that he was not very healthy but had a beautiful and fair body.
Yang Zimei stared a moment, put aside some thoughts, and wiped carefully ...
"Ayan, look, look, these two guys dare to do so on the street!"
A sharp voice sounded, the feeling of Murong Yan and Lan.
Mu Rongyan looked at Min Gang's naked upper body, gritted her teeth, and Xiumei's eyes burst into flames of jealousy, but she didn't dare to do it again.
Uncle Murong Yunqing returned this time and warned her once again not to provoke Yang Zimei, otherwise he would teach her personally.

After finishing applying the medicine to Min Gang, he saw that the clothes were torn and couldn't be worn any more. Yang Zimei ran to the clothing store next to him and chose a shirt for him to change.
Min Gang put on the clothes she bought, and that mood can be described with happiness.
After finishing all this, Yang Zimei's mind was full of everything from the dragon to the sky.
The cell phone rang at this moment.
Taking it out, it was the caller ID of Dragon Day by Day, excitedly dialed.
There was a slightly anxious, husky voice from Zhuge Di, "Zi Mei, we're in City A, you're in Room 801 at Lotte Hotel!"
"How about the dragon?"
"He's still in a coma right now, and he's constantly calling your name in your mouth. Come on quickly." Zhu Gezhen said, and put the phone to the mouth of the dragon who closed the eyes.
"Eyebrow, eyebrow ..."
Yang Zimei's heart was broken when he heard the nightmare of Long Zhutian, but it seemed to be full of pain.
"Help me take a vacation, I'm fine!"
She hurriedly said to Min Gang, stopped a motorcycle and ran to Lotte Hotel.
Knocking on Room 801, Zhu Gezhen who was in sight and what he had seen before also changed.
It turned out that a pair of princes of white horses were clean and elegant, like savages from the African jungle, with messy hair, long beards, tired faces, sunken eye sockets, and wearing worn outfits.
Instead of staying for another minute because he changed, she asked anxiously, "What about him?"
"In the room."
Zhuge Zheng looked at her and said, "If you are prepared, he may have hit African black witchcraft."
African black witchcraft?
It is said to be a very evil and weird witchcraft, no less than Southeast Asia ’s beheading, and southern Xinjiang martial arts, and even some strange gate formations are weird and unpredictable.
Most importantly, Yang Zimei knew nothing about African black witchcraft.
She ran into the room anxiously, and saw the dragon lying on the bed day by day, her face as black as a pot, and even a thin layer of pale gold, very weird.
She used the eyes of the sky, but could not see any wicked air hanging over him.