My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker

Chapter 818: 2.254 Don't Want You

Molian's lips curled into a straight line, and the monk stepped forward unhappyly, "I'll take you there."

"Don't, don't, don't you, you're a bully, I can't pee at you!" Shouted Xiao Bald, kicking his legs.

Molian was angry, "Rest assured, despite your bold and bold urination, I have no interest in watching you."

"Don't you, don't you! I want a female donor, a female donor, ohh." The young monk cried pitifully, and started to break the moon.

The split-hander snatched the young monk in his hand, and gave him a slight glance at his lips. "Everything, the child bullied him."

Merlin threw him a grimace. "You came just right, it was entrusted to you! Take him to release."

Broken Moon was aggressive, looked down at the young monk who kicked his legs, and looked at the expressionless Mo Lian. Can this hot potato return?

"Female donor." The little monk looked at Moonbreak with disdain, "No you! I want a female donor."

"Call my sister." Qiao Mu knocked on his bare head in annoyance, and walked outside, holding him.

"Where is this strange little monk from here?" Duan Yue stared at the back of the two men silently and glanced at Mo Molian, "Hey, when is the return journey."

"I won't follow you all the way."

"Why isn't it all the way?" Broken Moon lifted his arms and nucked him, grinning gloatingly, "Jojo said, let's go together!"

Merlin: ...

Seeing this boy's wistful spirit was upset.

After waiting for the young monk on the other side, Qiaomu took the child all the way back.

When passing by the city gate, I saw Wen Ringjing setting up a stall to help people heal.

Wen Ren Ningjing finished treating a patient, raised her eyes to see the trees passing by, and turned her face with a small face, not very happy to say hello to this person.

"Hey." Qiao Mu walked to Wenren Ningjing with a small bald head, and Kong Rou Miao immediately raised her chin like a rooster, a wary expression preparing for war.

"What do you want to do again? We are here to help people, I have no time to take care of you!" Kong Rou whispered fiercely.

"Hey, here you are." The small face paralysis was too lazy to take care of the holes, and threw out a box of ointment, and threw it in front of Wen Ringjing.

"Every morning and evening, you can remove scars within a day." After speaking, I didn't wait for the people to react quietly, turned my head and turned away.

Kong Rou twitched his small face, grabbed half of the palm-sized ointment, and wanted to throw it away.

"Wait." Wen Renjing stopped her, took the ointment box, opened it, sniffed, and looked surprised.

"What's wrong," Kong Rou asked curiously.

"The best medicine for wounds is that it smells more pure than the medicine made by my master." Wen Ren quietly raised his hand and touched the shallow marks on his chin.

"Impossible," Kong Rou said, "maybe she has moved her hands and feet in this medicine and wants to make you look disfigured."

Wenren calmly shook her head, "She won't."

"You also know?"

"She's such a proud person that she disdains to do so."

"Female donor, it is a good thing for you to give medicine. You don't tell your kindness to others, how can some people understand you?" Asked the young monk.

"Why do others need to understand."

"Ah, I really worry about you." The young monk sighed old.

Qiao Mu couldn't help but be a little funny, raised his hand and touched his bald head, "Go home, go home for Chinese New Year."

(End of this chapter)