My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker Chapter 5: Three hundred and twenty-two


It seems that what Sikong Fuling said before is true.

She still remembers that when Qingcheng Island collided with Sikong Fuling, Sikong Fuling repeatedly shot her red eyebrows and green eyes, saying that she had harmed her elder brother Yunyun.

Qiao Mu thought about it carefully at that time. She didn't seem to be like Ding Gongzi, right?

I really don't understand what it means that she killed Master Ding.

Ding Yun looked extremely uncomfortable, the illness seemed to be extremely tormenting.

Let him lean against the wall, breathing heavily.

"Brother." Sikong Fuling called out anxiously.

"Don't, don't pass, come here." Hearing only the suppressed voice of Ding Gongzi, he refused the two to approach.

"I'm almost half dead, so what's the best?" Qiao Mu said coldly, raising his hand and several silver needles flew out.

She recognizes the acupuncture points very accurately, and the silver needles flying out of the air can fall accurately on the man's arm, shoulder and neck.

Master Ding's trembling body stiffened slightly.

"My eldest brother has become like this, you can't make a few soft words!" Sikong Fuling said.

"Did you come to me to speak nicely, or to treat the disease and save others?"

Sikong Fuling was choked by the face paralysis, but Wei Nuonuo said, "Then, then you, but what can I do?"

"The way to know is naturally only after seeing it." She is not a god, and she knows what's wrong with this product after a glance.

Of course, you have to know the pulse first.

Qiao Mu paused and looked back at Sikong Fuling, "You go out first."

Sikong Fuling didn't raise the bar with her this time, but just silently looked at Qiaomu, bit his lip and said, "You...must help him."

Qiao Mu didn't look back, but said in a faint voice, "Healers are kind and do their best."

Sikong Fuling didn't talk any more nonsense.

Listening to the gentle footsteps, Qiao Mu knew that Sikong Fuling had gone out.

She took a few steps forward, raised her hand and took out the needle pack from her sleeve, intending to give Ding Gongzi some more needles.

Unexpectedly, this young man shrank back anxiously, and let out a depressed growl, "Say, say goodbye, don't come over."

"Do you think I really want to come over. It was your sister who didn't worry about you and invited me to come." Qiao Mu glanced at him lightly, "I hate three kinds of patients in my life."

"The nonsense talks about me."

"Wonderful flowers are ill and don't cooperate."

"Blind and blind."

"How many kinds do you occupy?" Qiao Mu raised his hand and threw out a spirit-binding rope, which was directly wrapped around Ding's body.

One of the five fingers, the rope was raised, and the other end was gently held in her hand.

"For such uncooperative patients~IndoMTL.com~I usually...beat them until they are convinced." Qiao Mu said coldly, pulling the rope hard.

Master Ding's body was wrapped in a spiritual rope, and he was involuntarily dragged from the cave wall by a small face paralyzed, stumbled all the way and fell in front of her.

Small facial paralysis lowered his head and saw his pale little face clearly.

Suri-ri saw that this product was glaring like a silk, but it seemed too tragic today.

The whole face was as white as layers of paper, not to mention, the long hair was soaked in sweat, and the strands scattered and covered the face, where there was that enchanting and charming breath.

"Where does it hurt?" Qiao Mu grabbed his hand, his pulse was too short, and his eyebrows could not stop frowning.

Strangely, his body is very healthy, and it doesn't seem to be any toxin or serious injury.

Could it be that the two brothers and sisters united to lie to her?


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