However, when Master Hank was born and dead, the bullets embedded in the flesh could be used to fight with people freely. Those who had their guns against their temples and didn't even blink their eyes, had never dealt with such a small wound.
He studied for a while and used a cotton swab to remove the poison. His slender fingers looked very beautiful, but his movements were a little clumsy. The man's eyelashes drooped, which softened the usual coldness and toughness. He looked a little gentle. The faint fragrance of flowers and a little cigarette brought by the wind made people feel drunk.
Hank wrapped her little finger with the band-aid and raised his eyelids, saying, "Be careful in the future."
Sara snorted and looked eagerly at the yellow crab that she hadn't eaten yet.
Hank: ".."