The sick and charming male god of fast transmigration wants to hug

Really a child, Cavelo felt the softness remaining in his fingertips, and involuntarily raised the corners of his mouth.

At that moment, he seemed to see his younger son, who had died long ago, cheerfully coming up, hugging his waist and acting like a baby.

"I'm sorry, but I still want to be kind." He muttered to himself, "He was me when I was a child, and he will be me in the future, I firmly believe."

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The tone of the soldier who bandaged his wound was full of sighs and unbearable, what a beautiful face, now with scars, those nobles who looked at their faces were so picky about slaves that it was outrageous.

If it was the face before, maybe he still has the right to pick the master, but now he probably doesn't even have the qualifications to be picked.

The wound was cleaned up bit by bit, revealing a terrifying scar, starting from the root behind the ear to the cheek, revealing a strange flesh red color, very much like a centipede clinging to the cheek.

The uninjured cheek on the other side was clean and fair. The strong contrast between the two sides caused some physical discomfort. The soldier endured the tumbling in his stomach and quickly applied the ointment on him.

The soldier secretly looked around, pretended to stand up, and quickly stuffed half a tube of ointment into his hand. After making sure no one noticed, he said in a low voice, "Here, apply it once a day after you go back. Remember to wash your face before applying it. Even if you can't fully recover , can also be lightened."

Without waiting for Bai Lin to react, he stretched himself, went to the group of soldiers and complained loudly: "The weather is too crazy, sometimes it thunders, sometimes it rains, sometimes it's sunny, I'm afraid we don't have an umbrella to go out, right?" .”

Bai Lin tightly squeezed the ointment in his hand, carefully but solemnly bowed slightly to his position.

"Thank you."

When he returned to the room, Carlos immediately surrounded him, looking at his scar with caring eyes, "Are you okay?"

"fine."

"Since you can't sell it, why do you stay here? It's scary to watch." There was an unknown mocking voice from the crowd, and someone began to echo in a low voice. After a while, the whole room seemed to have strayed into a beehive, whispering Buzzing and buzzing.

They didn't dare to speak directly, they only dared to hide behind others' backs to speak, the eyes of pity or sympathy or watching the show fell on them, like a light on their backs, Bai Lin glanced coldly, and the group of people immediately shut up.

But when he turned around, the voice sounded again.

"Why are you arguing! If you keep arguing, get the hell out!" There were two stern banging and cursing sounds from outside the door, and everyone scattered like birds and beasts and obediently returned to their seats without saying a word.

Bai Lin didn't want to waste much time with these duplicitous people, so he went straight back to his seat.

Carlos chased after him and asked, "They said they wanted you... it's a lie."

"Well, I've already discussed it with the soldier captain." This person named Carlos rarely appeared in the original body's memory, and there were a few lines of information that mentioned that he was the original body's neighbor, and his age and relationship were close.

He didn't dare to trust strangers too much, so he kept an eye out and didn't disclose the specific content of his discussion with Caveiro.

But it doesn't look like it's fake from the way he cares now, I hope it's because I think too much and think too bad of people.

Finally, he curled up in his little corner and called the system.

"Where have you been, Tonger?"

What he didn't expect was that the sound of the system was a little strange.