Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 3309: Aren’t you naive?

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And, just when the other pets were chasing Ye Qingluo.

Chu Wuxin, whose gaze has been focused on Ye Qingluo's body, swayed slightly in his eye sockets with his dim pupils.

A plume of black smoke.

From his head, slowly spread out.

The hand hanging by the side, slowly clenched.

"Huh?"

Vaguely sensing something wrong with the Qinglong, the dragon's whiskers raised and looked at Chu Wuxin abruptly.

Just in time, I heard Chu Wuxin's cold voice: "I will cooperate with the treatment."

The green dragon squinted the dragon's eye.

Could it be that it felt wrong just now?

"Poof..."

Suddenly, there was a slight noise on the side.

Qinglong lowered his head, and saw a small group of small black objects next to its giant dragon body, with its limbs upside down, lying on its side.

See Qinglong looking down.

The little black dumpling flapped his limbs, trying to roll from the ground.

But the more eager it is, the more it can only flop in place.

The little black dumpling is small, like...a little black mole standing on a giant blue dragon.

The arrogance of Qinglong's body is all restrained.

The dragon's body quickly became...the size of an ordinary body.

It hung down the dragon's head and gently touched the little black dumpling with the dragon's whiskers.

It is noble and majestic. At this time, the whole body is full of love.

It is exactly this episode.

Qinglong did not delve into the strange aura that Chu Wuxin felt just now.

Ye Qingluo heard what Chu Wuxin said.

She stopped, then turned around, walked back to Chu Wuxin's side without saying a word, and squatted down.

Hands, a dozen medicine bottles that were just about to reach the ground.

The wrist was held by Chu Wuxin again.

Ye Qingluo's face sank: "Chu Wuxin!"

Chu Wuxin just held her wrist, pushed her hand away slowly, and then let go of her hand.

"These medicines, since you have thrown them to me, they belong to me."

A deep, cold, magnetic voice floated from the top of his head.

Ye Qingluo: "..."

If you want the pill that she refines, just say it straight!

Isn’t it naive to use this awkward way?

Ye Qingluo can only be used, Chu Wuxin is fancy that all the pills she refines are of high quality, and she wants to keep it, so it will be useful in the future.

After all, in the realm of Nirvana.

The value of elixir is immeasurable.

Some people are even willing to disperse their possessions in order to get a single pill.

So...no wonder Ye Qingluo thinks so.

Chu Wuxin wants an elixir.

Ye Qingluo felt that it would be great if he could use the pill to repay Chu Wuxin's kindness.

As a result, he once again found the medicine for internal injuries from the Minghuang Ring, and began to treat Chu Wuxin.

This time, Chu Wuxin was quiet.

Even Ye Qingluo touched his wound.

He hasn't changed a bit.

Even the eyelashes didn't tremble.

He just stared quietly at his feet, the medicine bottles that were spilt down, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a moment of silence.

Chu Wuxin has many small wounds scattered around her body.

Some injuries, even if you swallow painkillers, you will feel pain when you take the medicine.

But Ye Qingluo didn't even hear the change in Chu Wuxin's breathing.

This man...

Isn’t it the same as the dead puppet, is it unconscious?

Ye Qingluo raised his eyes while bandaging his wound.

The man's cold face came into view at close range.

He is indeed as handsome as a jade.

The whole face is as if carved out of beautiful jade.

Plus, those cold eyes that seem to see the world's warmth and coldness are all frozen.

The isolation is unattainable.

It can be said...

Chu Wuxin and Di Moxuan do have their own merits in appearance.