Chatper 2070 (1/2)

There are still many things that need him to do, and he really doesn't have time to watch this pair of enemies bicker.

"King, don't go, let Locke let me go first!" Chama wailed suddenly, "My illness is really cured, I don't need to drink these bitter medicines! King! Don't let's go!"

Dalbe shook his head lightly, and even though Chama called out to him, he pretended not to hear him, and disappeared after a few steps.

Holding the medicine bowl, Locke approached Chama step by step, "So, can you drink the medicine now?"

"No..." Before Chama could say anything more when he refused, Locke pinched his chin firmly and poured the medicine in the bowl.

This is the medicine that Locke almost smashed down half of the medical clinic this morning, and the medical officer deliberately boiled it for an hour. Not a single drop can be wasted!

Although Chama is tall and burly, she has a bad habit of being afraid of drinking Chinese medicine!

He was unwilling to take half a sip of the bitter taste in his life, but now Locke forced him to drink half of the bowl!

Locke was very patient, and slowly put the bowl of medicine into Chama's mouth, and then he let go of the hand that clamped Chama's jaw in satisfaction, "Good boy."

As he said that, his slender fingers had already scratched the corner of Chama's mouth, wiping off the concoction stained on it.

"Damn it, Locke, you son of a bitch, let go of me, I'm going to kill you!"

Chama cursed unscrupulously, but this time Locke did not refuse. He stretched out his hand and opened the shackles that bound Chama, his eyes became extremely cold, "Come on, let's fight!"

He stood upright on the spot, his eyes no longer had the fanaticism before, but were filled with alienation, which made Chama, who was so angry that he wanted to explode just now, just froze in place.

There seemed to be something different about Locke, but what was the difference, and Chama couldn't tell, as if the two had suddenly become strangers.

"Aren't you still clamoring to kill me just now? Come on!" Locke was tall and tall, and he spread his hands to look at Chama. The white shirt on his body was blown away by the wind, and he was quite uninhibited by a boy in white.

Chama didn't break Locke's nose with a fist as he thought, but looked away in embarrassment, "Did you take the wrong medicine?"

After finishing speaking, Chama turned around and was about to walk away, but was dragged back by Locke just two steps away, and pressed directly on the armchair.

"Well," Locke snorted, probably because of a rib injury, his face turned pale.

Chama, who was about to push Locke away, lost his attention and sat on the chair, not daring to move, obviously a little apprehensive.

Locke's eyes were a little scarlet, and he pinched Chama's chin with one hand, and viciously pressed against his ear and warned, "I will only say this sentence for the last time, never insult my mother, even you!"

Chama looked at Locke's murderous eyes in shock, and thought that he seemed to have blurted out a word of son of a bitch just now, which was indeed very rude, and immediately apologized with guilt, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

"There is no second time, this time you have to make it up to me!" Locke said, bit Chama's ear hard, and then he was willing to let go of his chin, and slowly straightened his waist.

"Are you a fucking dog? I'm going to eat my ears off!" Chama yelled, his eyes froze when he saw Locke's red bandage, and he yelled again in the next second, "Lock, you The fuck is a lunatic!"