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Chapter 1790 The elegant son

A villa with blood evil spirits.

This is a Southeast Asian house. At first glance, it looks very quiet. The blood-sha’s preferences are the same as those of ordinary people. Before that, Xiao Tianmo thought his residence would look like that of a palace.

"Hello, you are the Mr. Xiao, the father often calls him. He has long been famous."

Coming to him was a gentle young man with a smile, he was the adopted son of the blood-defeated evil spirit, and he naturally exuded a righteous spirit. This was definitely not what the son of a killer king should look like.

Xing Feng reached out his hand to touch Xiao Tianmo.

"Yes." Xiao Tianmo nodded, and then did nothing else.

Xing Feng could only smile awkwardly, then took his hand back. It seemed that the other party would not give him face at all, which was expected.

"Father has been waiting for a long time, please." After that, he stayed in front of him.

Xing Feng led Xiao Tianmo to the door of the Xuesha room.

At the door, Xueying was waiting here early, stopping Xing Feng, who was accustomed to walking in, and said expressionlessly: "Young Master, please wait at the door. Wang Bo is changing the dressings for the master now, and the order is that no one else can enter except Xiao Tianmo."

"Yeah, OK." Xing Feng was stunned for a moment, his face quickly turned into a smile, and he was still the elegant young man.

After Xing Feng left, Xueying said to Xiao Tianmo: "Please, Mr. Xiao, I hope your medical skills will not disappoint your master."

"Yes." Xiao Tianmo nodded faintly.

As soon as he entered the door, two maids helped him change his slippers and cleaned his clothes with disinfectant. It smelled very strong in Chinese medicine, which was Xiao Tianmo's feeling.

"Huh?" Xiao Tianmo frowned slightly. There was a little poison in the breath of these Chinese medicines, which would not have any problems for normal people, but in the hands of critically ill people, if this poison is absorbed for a long time, it will cause great harm.

If the Blood Evil is absorbed every day during this period of time, it will sooner or later die.

Some people don’t want him to survive. From this point of view, since Xuesha was seriously injured, some of the forces under him have begun to have bad thoughts, and Xuesha has also been wary of the people below. Xuesha can tell the attitude of Xuesha towards Xing Feng, but he cannot be sure who is the traitor, so he didn’t take action.

The order to attack the pirates today is probably to shock the people below. If it were Xiao Tianmo, he would definitely take this opportunity to eliminate those pirates who were dissatisfied with him.

When I arrived at the bedroom of the Blood Evil, it had been transformed into a ward. The smell of Chinese medicine was extremely strong, and the slight poisonous gas was covered up completely. On the edge of the hospital bed, the electrocardiogram showed that the breath was gradually weakening.

If nothing unexpected happens, the person in front of him will not last three months.

From Xiao Tianmo's perspective, the Blood Evil lying on the bed was extremely weak and looked like a young man. This made him wonder, perhaps it was a martial art to ensure a young face.

The middle-aged man who had been taking care of Xuesha was probably Wang Bo in Xueying's mouth. At this time, Xuesha had serious injuries on his body, and he had already reached the root of the injury. His face was very pale, and he even fell into a coma.

Who gave the previous orders? I'm afraid only Wang Bo can stay here. The other party seems to be not simple. The aura on his body is very well hidden, but he still can't hide it.

"King of the North?" Wang Bo wiped his hands after helping the Xuesha to replace the medicine for the wound and looked at him calmly.

"You gave the orders outside before." Xiao Tianmo looked at him interestingly, as if he had posted something interesting.
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