Chapter 1103 Brother: Help

Su Bei swears, "88, look at what you've done."

748: "I think I hooked you up."

Su Bei: "Heitui!" Just kidding, he has no strength at all right now.

The incense penetrated into the nostrils, and that strange feeling came quickly.

A few homeless men also knew what they should do, and surrounded them towards Subei.

Su Bei held the embroidery needle with trembling hands, he would pierce anyone who dared to do it, he didn't mind cosplaying Madam Rong.

Just when Su Bei was ready to get the needle, the door was kicked open.

Han Moling stood at the door with the cat in his arms, looking coldly at everything inside.

Su Bei raised his hand tremblingly, "His Royal Highness, help me!"

However, Han Moling had no intention of saving Su Bei, and turned around to leave as if passing by.

Su Bei didn't think this would work, so he yelled a little shrilly, "His Royal Highness Duan, don't go! Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda! Help!"

Because of the effect of the incense, Su Bei could only maintain a little sobriety by biting the tip of his tongue. To be honest, if it wasn't because he was paralyzed, he would have rushed to deal with Han Moling long ago!

Well, it was Su Bei's dream, and he would be half-crippled if he couldn't afford it.

Those tramps were so unconscious that they couldn't even feel Han Moling's presence.

A hand was already stretched out in front of Su Bei, wanting to prick it with a needle, but he underestimated the anesthetic.

Probably because he disliked Su Bei's howling too badly, Han Moling turned his head and saw that Su Bei was holding the embroidery needle and struggling to raise his hand, and then fell down weakly.

Sure enough, there are some methods, but only some.

Han Moling stroked Qiqi's hair, and the sleeves moved slightly, and those homeless men were shocked and flew out.

He looked at Su Bei from a distance, like a god aloft, watching mortals struggling and sinking, "How did you do it?"

Obviously, this matter was not designed by Su Bei, but his cat happened to bring him here.

So what secrets are there in Subei?

748: "The strategy value increased by 5%, and the strategy progress was 12%."

Su Bei's consciousness was a little fuzzy, and the tip of his tongue had already been bitten ferociously.

He mumbled, "Maybe I can understand cats."

Su Bei moved his fingertips slightly, and plunged the embroidery needle into his thigh without hesitation, in exchange for a moment of sobriety, "Han Moling, you bastard, stop moaning, even if you don't want to help me yourself, you can't help me." Find me an antidote!"

Then his eyes blurred for an instant, and his complexion turned red. It was obvious that he had been completely controlled by the effect of the medicine.

Without the thick makeup, Su Bei's face looked even more beautiful under such circumstances, and his pair of peach blossom eyes exuded all kinds of amorous feelings.

Han Moling's heart moved, and he looked away, but it was just to look better.

748: "The strategy value increased by 5%, and the strategy progress was 17%."

A barely audible, moaning, "Han Moling, you're dead." floated into Han Moling's ears.

He smiled mockingly, he didn't remember that this incense could make people bolder.

I really underestimated him.

748: "The strategy value increases by 3%, and the strategy progress is 20%."

When Su Bei woke up, he didn't want to move at all, "How did I get back?"

748 said with some disgust: "Han Moling asked his people to stuff you with the antidote, and then threw you back, rude and direct."