My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker Chapter 5: Six hundred and ninety-fifth

Qiao Mu blinked, feeling that what Duan Yue had said made sense.

　　 After all, Qiao Qiao's lotus, no matter how you look at it, is a lucky person.

　　 Don't scare yourself suspiciously, you must be firm in your faith and believe that Jojo's lotus will definitely come back.

　　 But no matter how much she calmed herself, her anxiety was not diminished.

　　 has been so long, Qiao Qiao is very worried.

　　 The phantom flickered, and the dumb Mo suddenly emerged from the side of Qiao Mu.

　　 For a while, the ancient Moline has fallen asleep in the soul beads, and Qiao Qiao feels uneasy.

　　 Mo would come out of the talisman every day, and he didn't say much, so he sat there quietly with Xiaomian.

　　 sometimes follow the facial paralysis in the village to see a doctor, others can't see her half-spirited form, she turns around with the facial paralysis.

　　 I watched the small facial paralysis administering needles, and the small facial paralysis treated the patients. After seeing too much, this dumb guy would occasionally ask about it.

　　 Qiaomu saw her sway out, and subconsciously raised his hand to touch her head.

　　 Mo is also a lonely person. Sometimes when he looks at her, he feels a little bit sad from time to time.

　　 thinking that she used to wander alone for so long in that lonely time-space long Hanoi, she will feel deeply sorry for her.

　　I used to be the same around me, no friends, no family, or even nothing.

　　 "Medicine." Mo followed her in a daze, spit out a word.

　　 Duan Yue glanced at her sideways, "Jojo, she..."

　　 This ethereal soul body looks very unstable, as if it will dissipate in the air at any moment.

　　"My good friend, Mo." Qiao Mu grabbed Mo's hand and asked comfortingly, "What medicine?"

　　 "Medicine, medicine." Mo tilted his head, as if trying to express something with great effort, but couldn't express it.

　　 So he stayed beside Qiaomu, wandering around like a headless fly.

　　 "Where are you uncomfortable?" Qiao Mu couldn't help rolling his eyes at himself when he said this.

　　Mo a soul body, there can be some uncomfortable things, it is simply funny.

　　 "What do you want to express. Don't worry, think slowly. It's not too late to tell me when you can express it."

　　 Mo understood what Qiao Mu said, and nodded his head seriously, looking a bit funny.

　　 "Joe Joe." Duan Yue smiled at her slightly, "We are now..."

　　 Halfway through his words, he cast a cold glance to the left.

　　 Sister-in-law Feng held Maomao, and was startled a few steps away by the man's cold eyes.

　　 She hurriedly clasped the fur in her arms, shrank her neck, and shouted with fear, "Little doctor, doctor."

　　The noble young man next to the little doctor, when he ordered the bombardment of the princes with sacred stone shells, he didn’t care what the others would do...

　　The terrible aura of the superior came upon his face.

　　 Sister-in-law Feng muttered in her heart: When she "picked" this little doctor back, she felt that she was not like an ordinary person.

　　 How can an ordinary person have such a delicate face like a snowy sky?

　　 "It's okay sister-in-law, it's okay." Qiao Mu took a few steps forward to comfort the panicked mother and son.

　　 "What's wrong with Mao Mao's hand."

　　 "I fell while running just now."

　　 "It's okay, just wash and put some medicine on it and you will get better soon."

　　Qiaomu raised his hand to wash the child with medicine, but sister-in-law Feng seemed to be frightened and took a step back in a hurry.