C749 The Mysterious Masked Man

Another farm yard.

It seemed that the houses here were all similar in size.

Someone was treating the wounds on Long's feet and legs. Of course, the equipment was very simple. It was only household anti-inflammatory water and gauze.

Shitou stood at the side and held Long's wrist. He frowned with guilt on his face. "Mommy, does it hurt?"

Loong Qianqian looked up and looked at him lovingly