Chapter 316 African Black Witchcraft
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Yang Zimei ran into the pharmacy, bought cotton swabs, and let him sit on a stone chair by the street, carefully helping him wash the bruised wound.
Min Gang raised his head slightly and looked at her holding a cotton swab close to him. He could clearly see her fair and smooth face without any flaws, as well as her big twinkling eyes.
His mood was both tense and full of anticipation and excitement.
Yang Zimei carefully rubbed the potion on him. She was also a little nervous when she was so close to Min Gang.
Min Gang's facial features are really good-looking, like the most brilliant jade craftsman, carved out with a knife.
She quickly finished applying the potion to his face, then told him to undress and apply the medicine to his back.
Min Gang hesitated a bit, and took off the torn shirt on his body, revealing his not very strong, but beautiful and fair body.
Yang Zimei stared at it, put aside some distracting thoughts, and wiped it carefully...
"Ayan, look at you, these two dare to do this on the street!"
A sharp voice rang out, it was Murong Yan and Lan Zhiqing.
Murong Yan looked at Min Gang's naked upper body, gritted her teeth, and the flames of jealousy burst into her beautiful eyes, but she didn't dare to do it again.
When her uncle Murong Yunqing came back this time, he warned her again not to make any moves to provoke Yang Zimei, otherwise, he would teach her a lesson in person.
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After giving Min Gang the medicine, he saw that the clothes were torn and could no longer be worn. Yang Zimei ran to the clothing store next to him and picked out a shirt for him to put on.
Min Gang put on the clothes she bought, and her mood can be described as full of happiness.
After finishing all this, Yang Zimei's mind was filled with everything about Long Zhutian again.
The phone rang at this moment.
He took it out to see that it was Long Zhutian's caller ID, and he dialed excitedly.
Zhuge Yue's slightly anxious and hoarse voice came from the phone, "Zi Mei, we're in City A, you go to Room 801 of the Lotte Hotel!"
"Where's Long Zhutian?"
"He's still in a coma now, and he keeps calling your name, come here quickly." After Zhuge Yue finished speaking, he put the phone to Long Zhutian's mouth with his eyes tightly closed.
"Mei Mei, Mei Mei..."
Hearing Long Zhutian's dreamy, yet painful cry, Yang Zimei's heart was broken.
"Help me take a break, I have something to do!"
She hurriedly said something to Min Gang, stopped a motorcycle, and ran to the Lotte Hotel.
When he knocked on Room 801, Zhuge Yue, who came into view, was also different from what he had seen before.
It turned out that the clean and elegant Zhuge Yue of Prince Charming was like a savage who emerged from the African jungle, with messy hair, long beard, haggard and tired face, sunken eye sockets, and wearing tattered overalls.
Her eyes didn't stay for a minute longer because of his change, but she asked anxiously, "What about him?"
"In the room."
Zhuge Yue looked at her and said, "You have to be mentally prepared, he may have fallen into African black magic."
African black magic?
It is said to be a very evil and weird sorcery, no less than the head-dropping technique in Southeast Asia, and the Southern Border Gu technique, and even some Qimen formations are even more bizarre and unpredictable, making it impossible to guard against.
Most importantly, Yang Zimei knew nothing about African black magic.
She ran into the room anxiously, and saw Long Zhutian lying on the bed, his face as black as a pot, even revealing a thin layer of pale gold, which was very strange.
She used her heavenly eyes, but she couldn't see any evil spirit shrouding him.