Chapter 9 Deserving to Be Kicked

"I'm not drunk." Maybe because he knew that Jun Moyan was angry, the drunk got up from the ground and staggered towards the sofa.

Although his footsteps were still unsteady, he didn't fall down and sat down on the sofa steadily.

"Since you're not drunk, hurry up and revive it." Jun Moyan's face was terribly gloomy, even more terrifying than when he killed the enemy in the woods.

The drunkard raised his eyes, looked at the furry thing on the table, blinked, a little dazed.

Then he looked at Jun Moyan, and said directly without fear of death:

"Are you okay?"

Seeing that Jun Moyan was about to lose his temper again, the drunkard hurriedly said, "Yes, help, help, save now."

He said and beckoned to Bai Yi: "Green, bring me the medicine box."

White clothes and black lines, it seems that he is really drunk.

Bending down, picked up the medicine box that Tsing Yi had put on the ground just now, and handed it to the drunkard.

The drunkard who was examining the cat's wound looked up, glanced at the white clothes, and smiled: "It turned out to be white, but I thought it was green."

After finishing speaking, regardless of everyone's speechless appearance, they continued to look down at the cat's injuries.

After a long while, he said: "It's hopeless, the blood loss is too much, besides this injury, there are also serious internal injuries. Whoever has such a vicious heart will not let go of even a newborn cat."

Jun Moyan's heart skipped a beat when he heard the drunkard's words, and he frowned and said, "...You don't even try to rescue him?"

"I said Jun Sanshao, the first day you met me? You said it was hopeless, so what's the point of rescuing it? Let it live for two more hours? It's just adding pain to it. Why don't I just kill it now? It, save it from being tortured."

As the drunkard said, a cold light flashed across his cuffs, and a sharp scalpel appeared in his hand at some point.

Seeing that the raised scalpel was about to fall, Jun Moyan raised his leg and kicked the drunkard to the other side of the sofa.

Tsing Yi's heart tightened, and she subconsciously took a step forward, but because of Jun Moyan, she finally refrained from going forward to help the drunkard.

"...Damn, cough cough... Jun, you actually kicked me for a dying cat."

The drunkard was lying on the sofa, covering his painful chest with one hand: "Ahem, have you taken explosives, your lungs are about to be kicked out by you."

Jun Moyan looked at the screaming alcoholic on the sofa, and then at the motionless cat on the table, feeling a little annoyed:

"Send him back."

"Yes."

Tsing Yi hastily dropped the towel in his hand, and helped the alcoholic on the sofa up: "You deserve to be kicked for making your mouth hurt."

"Damn, it's obvious that you guys went crazy at night and pulled me out of bed. If I'm full and have nothing to do, let me save the cat and kick me."

"Okay, shut up now."

Tsing Yi gave Bai Yi a look as he spoke, and Bai Yi nodded, indicating that he was here.

Only then did Tsing Yi leave with the drunkard at ease...

"Third Young Master, what should I do with this cat?" Bai Yi took two steps forward.

Jun Moyan looked at the cat, the corners of his lips were slightly pursed, and his eyes were dark.

After a while, he said, "Find a place with good Feng Shui and bury it."

If the alcoholic says there is no hope, then it really is hopeless.

"OK."

"Wait." Jun Moyan changed his words temporarily: "Let's bury it in the back garden."

"This...Third Young Master, it's somewhat taboo, isn't it too good?"

"Do as I say."

After Jun Moyan finished speaking, she turned around and went upstairs.

Wen Xiaoai's consciousness gradually dissipated, and in the dimness, he only heard the man's footsteps going upstairs.

She wanted to follow in his footsteps and ask for his strange energy to ease the pain, but she really didn't have the strength.