C31 Sick Treatment

After the lights were out, Lang Yan could not fall asleep. Other than making up his bed, there was also a person lying beside him.

This was the first time he shared a bed with someone ever since he was sold by his family, so he wasn't used to it. But he didn't open his eyes or roll over in his bed because he couldn't sleep.

Lang Yan silently counted the time. When it was about two in the morning, he opened his eyes and slowly turned around to look at Hee Zhuolun. Borrowing the faint light that seeped in from outside the window, he could vaguely make out the other party's angular face.

He curled his lips and poked Hee Zhuolun's arm with his finger: "Mr Hee, Mr Hee, you should get up and pee your pants if you don't."

Lang Yan rolled over, laid on the ground next to Hee Zhuolun's ear, and lightly whistled. As he blew, even he himself had the urge to go to the toilet.

Suddenly, Hee Zhuolun sat up, without saying a word, he put on his shoes and walked towards the bathroom.

Lang Yan grinned.

Taking his key would have very serious consequences, as he would make Hee Zhuolun unable to sleep well for many days.

Then, Lang Yan felt that something was amiss. Why was there no one in the bathroom with Hee Zhuolun's voice?

Suddenly, a 'kacha' sound came from the bathroom.

Lang Yan could tell that the sound came from something, he squinted his eyes and quickly grabbed the blanket, then he walked to the corner of the bathroom. When the person came out, he suddenly covered them with the blanket, and at the same time, he turned to the side and passed by a string, appearing behind Hee Zhuolun. Then, he heard a squelch. It was the sound of a gun hitting the blanket.

Lang Yan muttered curses in his heart: You really shot?

He reached his hand into the blanket, and quickly felt for the gun from Hee Zhuolun's arm.

Hee Zhuolun kicked away the blanket and quickly dodged Lang Yan's hand, then turned and pointed behind him.

Lang Yan was like a monkey, nimbly squatting down and piercing through Hee Zhuolun's armpits, dodging the muzzle of the gun.

Hee Zhuolun's reaction was especially fast as well. The moment Lang Yan pierced through the back of his armpit, he turned around with lightning speed and pointed his spear at the back of Lang Yan's head.

Lang Yan raised both of his hands and slowly turned towards Hee Zhuolun, laughing, "Mr Hee, you're out of bullets, it's useless even if you point your gun at my head."

Hearing that, Hee Zhuolun quickly pulled the trigger, the gun released a 'Kacha Kacha' sound, but, Lang Yan stood there unharmed.

"Mr Hee, if you have a sleepwalking disease, you have to be cured."

Lang Yan took the chance and threw the bullets he had taken down previously towards Hee Zhuolun.

As Hee Zhuolun had spoken the truth twice, this time, he was no longer polite to him.

When the bullet hit Hee Zhuolun's eyes, he quickly grabbed onto Hee Zhuolun's wrist and twisted in the opposite direction. With his other hand, he grabbed onto Hee Zhuolun's palm and smashed away the gun in Hee Zhuolun's hand, then pushed his elbow towards Hee Zhuolun.

The violent and continuous attacks forced Hee Zhuolun to retreat two steps on the spot.

Hee Zhuolun chuckled, and then let out a sound.

"Are you awake? "If you don't wake up now, you can continue to heal until you can't go to sleep." Lang Yan didn't believe that Hee Zhuolun had a dream from the start.

Hee Zhuolun did not reply, he twisted his neck and clenched his fists, causing a 'ge ge ge "sound. In the next moment, he suddenly attacked towards Lang Yan.