Li Cu and Zhang Qiling also came here one after another. The five of them looked at each other in tacit understanding, and several of them focused on Liu Sang.
To be honest, Liu Sang now understands why Zhang Qiling wanted to run away just now. Damn, these people were staring at him, and he wanted to run away too.
His innocent eyes were filled with eagerness, "Did you hear what kind of disease he had?"
Hearing this, Liu Sang pushed up the glasses on his face. Under the expectant looks of several people, he looked strange, as if he had seen something incredible, "He's not sick at all. Really, I'm not kidding. He Even if I kill a cow with one punch now, I think it’s normal.”
"What?" Li Cu was no longer calm. He rushed forward, grabbed Liu Sang's shoulders and shook him hard, "Didn't you listen carefully? He is vomiting blood like that, how can he not be sick?"
Liu Sang's brains were about to come out from being shaken by Li Cu. He pushed Li Cu away with all his strength. He calmed down for a while, then looked at Li Cu and rolled his eyes.
"If you don't believe me, you can listen to it yourself. Do you have the ability?" Liu Sang looked contemptuous.
"You..." Li Cu clenched his fists and looked at him with gritted teeth.
"Okay, okay." Watching two elementary school chickens pecking each other was not interesting at all, so Wuxie separated the two. To be honest, Wuxie was also tired. He felt that he was either trying to break up a fight or was on the way to break it up this day. He glanced at a few people with a headache, and the pain mask almost appeared.
Zhang Qiling ignored the quarrels of several people. He fell into deep thought the moment Liu Sang said that Zhang Qiling was not sick. At this moment, when he came back from his thoughts and looked up, he saw a look of innocence on his face.
He frowned and looked at the gunpowder-filled people, and said, "Don't make any noise."
Hearing his idol's voice, Liu Sang, who was still about to taunt him, immediately shut up and wanted to leave a good impression in front of his idol.
Li Cu also kept his mouth shut because he was Zhang Qiling's brother. In fact, he was just afraid that Zhang Qiling would also manually close the mic for him. His intuition told him that Zhang Qiling would not treat his manual mic the same way he did to Zhang Qiling. Qi Ling was so gentle, but he didn't want to put himself in danger.
Seeing that the world was quiet again, Zhang Qiling nodded to Wuxie.
Fatty Wang walked over and stopped him on the shoulder, "That's right, little brother. Even after so many years, the power is still the same as before. I can shut them all up with just one sentence."
Wuxie pulled Fatty Wang away from Zhang Qiling and said, "Go aside, I'm so powerful, but I haven't seen you gag."
"Hehehehe" Fatty Wang laughed a few times, "Can it be the same?"
Wu Xie glanced at him speechlessly, then looked at Liu Sang, "You heard that he is really healthy?"
"Yes." Liu Sang nodded with determination, "Although I don't know why he vomited blood, his body is really healthy."
"That's strange," Wuxie touched his chin and frowned in thought, "There is no disease or trace of injury in the body, but he vomits blood from time to time. Why on earth is that?"
"Could he be faking it?" Liu Sang asked.
"No," Fatty Wang shook his head, "We saw the blood spit out with our own eyes, we can't fake it."
"Is that Zhang Qiling really suffering from some rare terminal disease and he won't live long?" Li Cu said with a sad look on his face.
"Okay, it seems that Zhang Qiling can only tell this matter himself. It's already very late, so let's go back first." Seeing that they couldn't figure out the reason, Wuxie urged them to go back first.
Several people also knew that such meaningless thinking would not lead to any useful clues, so they listened to Wuxie and went back.
Wuxie said hello to Zhang Qiling and left.
