“It’s Yin Qianchen and I. I can’t say that I saved you, right? But it must be Yin Qianchen who saved you. I don’t have that ability.” Liang Yunsheng smiled and turned to the arm on Klester’s hand.
“Cut” Klester still turned his head unconvincedly, but the sound of “Cut” was weak.
The little prince of the royal family is like a child
“You just looked very much like Xibao.” Liang Yunsheng couldn’t help laughing.
“Who is Xibao?” Kleist frowned and responded softly to Liang Yunsheng’s words.
Liang Yunsheng lowered his head and looked at his wounds. He didn’t know how long Klester had been injured. However, judging from his current condition, he should have been injured for some time. I wonder if he would lose too much blood.
“Xibao is my son.” Liang Yunsheng whispered to Klester, keeping him still awake.
“Son, hiss” Kleist was excited, and his body moved and he was squeezing in pain.
“Be careful, don’t move casually, and speak softly.” Liang Yunsheng regretted seeing Klester like this. If he had known that he was so frivolous, he would rather not lead him to speak.
At this time, Yin Qianchen had already come over, took out a folding knife from his carry-on bag, and then a roll of bandages, and threw it in front of Liang Yunsheng. He didn’t even look at Klester: “He can bandage him, just don’t die. It doesn’t matter at all, he is thick-skinned and won’t die easily.”
Liang Yunsheng almost made a laugh at Yin Qianchen’s words, but he might immediately jump up after being laughed at by him and asked to fight with Yin Qianchen. Liang Yunsheng still tried hard to restrain such thoughts.