My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker Chapter 1: Eighty-ninth

　　 stayed up all night, my heart stunned for a while, seeing the little girl's expression like a devil, hurriedly saluted, and called out several times, "Little Master!"

　　 Arbor's eyes fell coldly on the **** old woman on the ground. In the dark and secluded eyes, it was clear that there was no shadow of anyone.

　　 "Little, little master." His expression changed slightly when he stayed up late, raising his voice slightly, and pulling Qiao Mu out of his emotions.

　　 The little hands holding the ruler tightly loosened in an instant, and the cold little face eased a little. She turned her head to look at the black-clothed teenager with an anxious look, and nodded." I'm fine, you have to dispose of the body, don't show any traces."

　　 "Yes." Stayed up late and nodded, swiftly picked up the body of the old woman, moved the left hand manually, and sprinkled a little white powder on the ground.

　　 A pool of blood quickly dried up and disappeared, and the yard seemed to have returned to its former calm.

　　 But Qiao Mu's heart still couldn't calm down.

　　 She looked down at Brother Tiger who was lying in a corner with her eyes closed in a coma. She clasped her small fists on both sides subconsciously.

　　 She knows very well that the hemostasis on the surface of her chest is of little use. The head-on blow of the old woman caused severe trauma to Brother Xiaohu’s internal organs. I am afraid that no one in this small mountain village can treat it.

　　 "Little master, this little brother is seriously injured, maybe he won't survive..." I stayed up late to know that the little girl felt uncomfortable, so I wanted to give some comfort.

　　 Qiaomu nodded and interrupted him, "You go to deal with it."

　　 "Yes." Staying up late took the old woman two steps.

　　 only heard the little girl’s almost babbled voice from behind, "I’m giving you...trouble, I'll be careful next time..."

　　 stayed up all night for a moment, stopped for a few seconds, somehow, my mood was a little complicated. At a young age, the look that appeared inadvertently, as if he had experienced decades of vicissitudes in the world, looked a little uncomfortable.

　　 stayed up all night and held a fist, dropped the sentence "Subordinates are not afraid of trouble", then took the body of the old woman, swished up to the eaves, and disappeared after a few fell.

　　 Qiao Mu moved the unconscious Qiao Hu into the house, and sat alone on the child's bedside for a long time, and his cold little hand held the boy's slightly rough palm.

　　 "Little Tiger." Qiao Mu's voice couldn't help but choked up a bit, she clung to the boy's hand tightly, with a touch of sadness mixed in her mind. Is this fate? In his previous life, Xiaohu was torn into pieces by the corpse puppet. The second uncle joined the action team and took the task of slaughtering the corpse puppet to avenge his son, but he was killed in a fifth-level mission.

　　 I was thinking about this life, no matter what I can do to change the fate of their father and son, but I didn’t expect...

　　 was her fault of her suddenness, she shouldn’t let Xiaohu stay outside, let alone take out the heart of Taoyuan rashly. The prince had already reminded her that it was her ignorance that harmed others and herself. It's her, blame her!

　　 Qiaomu sits on the edge of the bed with his head hanging down, holding the boy's hands tightly, closing his eyes to his forehead, and constantly tapping his forehead with his small hands, completely unaware that his small hands holding the boy are loosening. With a hint of light green light.

　　"Master, don’t abuse yourself anymore. You can heal this little boy with a golden needle before."

　　 Qiao Mu raised his head in surprise, and looked around. She was the only one in the room except for Qiao Hu, who was dying on the bed. Who? Who is speaking!