BL | Every Time The Character Is Set To Be The Villain [Quick Wear]

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When Sang Jiuchi walked back, the sun had already set.

He was going back to make a special medicine, and the only military doctor stayed in the slum for emergency treatment.

From morning to evening, Sang Jiuchi only drank a little water and broth. Before they got into the carriage, they smoked the leaves of mugwort, washed their hands, and then got on the carriage.

They entered the plague area, and at present, the temple cannot go back for the time being.

The Holy See simply had other resettlement sites below, and Sang Jiuchi took a group of people to this church as a resettlement site to rest.

After getting on the carriage, Sang Jiuchi took off the face towel, and a tired and tired look appeared on his firm face.

"Are you alright?" Opposite Sang Jiuchi, Hull asked worriedly, "You are working too hard, who else can they count on if you fall too."

The slender fingers gently pinched between the eyebrows and kneaded, "Don't worry, I won't fall down. From my observations today, this plague is still in its early stages, and as long as I get timely treatment, it will be very fast. Stop the spread of the plague."

"Come here." Sang Jiuchi leaned on the back of the chair with a bit of laziness in his voice.

Hull was stunned for a moment, then bent down and walked in front of Sang Jiuchi, looking like Sang Jiuchi for unknown reasons.

Sang Jiuchi pointed to his back, "Can you massage?"

Hale shook his head, "I can try."

Sang Jiuchi closed his eyes, "Okay, rub my shoulders a little bit."

He patted the seat next to him and turned his body again, meaning to let Hull pass.

Hull no longer hesitated, and Sang Jiuchi put his hand on the other's shoulder next to him.

His palms are very broad, Sang Jiuchi is tall and tall, but this shoulder is held in his hand, and there is no flesh at all.

Hard, as if nothing but bones.

Not daring to use too much force, Hull tried to massage Sang Jiuchi with gentle force, and asked, "Is this force okay?"

Sang Jiuchi snorted comfortably and said with a smile, "As expected of the leader of the Royal Knights, all aspects are good, continue, down."

Hull's hand paused for a moment, and then he began to move his hand down while kneading.

Sang Jiuchi was enjoying Hull's massage, and his consciousness had sunk into the empty space. He watched all the patients today and took their blood samples, and the symptoms of the disease have all been remembered in his mind.

He came to the black plane on the right, looked at it for a while and asked: [F001, can I transfer the things on the current plane to the plane world I am in charge of? 】

[Lord Host, of course, you can take out the things in your plane, or put other things in your plane, but you need points when you put them in. 】

Sang Jiuchi: [How many points? 】

F001: [100 points of plane points. 】

Sang Jiuchi: [Okay, help me transfer the blood I collected to the technological plane. 】

After Sang Jiuchi finished speaking, he sank his consciousness into the technological plane, and he also heard the sound of the system in his ear.

【Ding! Consume 1000 plane points, and then start the item transfer. 】