Group pet princess with fight Xixi to dominate ancient times

Chapter 399 The girl is really a miracle doctor!I don't feel any pain anymore!
Her eyes were filled with suspicion.

Jiang Mengyue's heart tightened, and she clenched the Shadow Moon Sword hidden in her bosom.

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Xiaoyaomen.

At this moment, Gu Yinshu has solved the two major problems of Feng Qingxiao and Yin Li, and expelled Yin Li from the school.

He was dressed in white clothes and stood facing the wind, like a waterfall with black hair and a shawl, wearing white jade on his head and mopping his forehead, like a son of an exiled fairy who came on the wind.

Qing Ya frowned and said: "High Priest, Ling Qianqian has already..."

"This seat knows."

Gu Yinshu spoke coldly, and said to Qingya sideways: "I have dispatched four-fifths of the soldiers and horses to help, and they will be able to rush to Fengguo tomorrow."

"By the way, the secret guard came to report that Mrs. Dao has escaped from the palace. These days, Jiang Yuanyue wore a veil to go to court on behalf of Mrs. because she was infected with the cold."

"kindness."

Gu Yinshu nodded lightly, opened his lips and said: "Go and mobilize 800 million soldiers and horses, together with Ling Han, Jiang Ling, Feng Yu six protectors, and this seat, divide into eight ways to find her."

"Yes."

Qing Ya hurriedly turned and left.

"The Ling family..."

Gu Yinshu's icy peach eyes were full of dangerous and murderous intent.

After a while, he lazily twirled Bai Yu's fingers, and said calmly, "You silly girl who doesn't make you worry."

Holding the child by himself, he ran around the world.

Don't you know come to Xiaoyaomen to find me?
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At this moment, just as the disciple brought the portrait to compare with Jiang Mengyue, Gong Yuanyuan burst into tears.

"Peppa...Peppa..."

Her voice was vague, but Jiang Mengyue understood that this baby wanted to see Peppa Pig.

She was speechless: "Isn't Pleasant Goat more beautiful? Why don't you even glance at it? That was my childhood..."

At this time, a strong wind suddenly blew up.

The disciple didn't hold the portrait firmly, so the portrait flew to Gong Yuanyuan's side.

Gong Yuanyuan couldn't see Paige, and she was so angry that she tore the portrait into pieces and continued to cry.

Jiang Mengyue silently gave a thumbs up.

Old iron awesome.

Ling Qianqian's heart felt cold, she gritted her teeth and said, "Are there any other portraits?"

"No more, only... only this one..."

The disciple said tremblingly.

"waste."

Ling Qianqian slapped her, and he knelt on the ground, not daring to make a sound.

Perhaps she also felt that she was too suspicious, so she said coldly: "Hurry up and get out, my Patriarch is most annoyed to hear the child cry."

Jiang Mengyue rolled her eyes and was about to speak when Bixi said in a strange way: "Patriarch, we would rather kill three thousand by mistake than let one person go.

It's better to let the servants kill her, this woman has a charming face, and it's a disaster to keep it. "

There was a hint of jealousy in her eyes.

"Also."

As soon as Ling Qianqian finished speaking, her complexion suddenly turned pale, and she said in a panic, "Medicine... hurry up and get the medicine."

The disciple hurriedly brought a porcelain bottle, Ling Qianqian poured out a pill from it, and took it with her head up to feel better.

However, a few seconds later, she had a headache again, and her eyes were red: "Tourmaline! Tourmaline, hurry up... show me what's going on!"

Tourmaline hurriedly took her pulse, frowned and said: "Your pulse is disordered, and your condition is getting worse. I have to give you acupuncture treatment."

After she finished speaking, she opened a box of silver needles and inserted them into Ling Qianqian's acupuncture points.

Jiang Mengyue looked at Ling Qianqian quietly and said: "She has a little retinal lesion, and one eye is protruding, and she has a lot of headaches.

You said, could it be a brain tumor? "

Xiao Luoluo said seriously: "I think it's probably true, what's the matter? You want to treat her illness?"

"Cure me, I want to inject her with a strong anesthetic to paralyze the nerves in her brain to achieve pain relief and make her think that I am a miracle doctor.

Then they sneaked into the Ling family and directly burned their base camp, leaving them short of money and food. "

Jiang Mengyue joked and said, "The strong anesthetic I exclusively prepared will cause brain damage to Ling Qianqian.

At that time, she might become a lunatic, running naked all over the street. "

"Come on baby!"

"nature!"

Jiang Mengyue raised her small head proudly, glanced at Bixi and said, "Your method only treats the symptoms, not the root cause, and she will start to hurt again after a quarter of an hour."

Tourmaline's face darkened, she looked at Jiang Mengyue mockingly and said, "What are you, you dare to point this girl?
A lowly country girl, can she treat herself as a god? "

"Your master hasn't spoken yet. When will you be able to speak? A lowly servant girl, does she really regard herself as a young lady?"

Jiang Mengyue said with a half-smile.

The disciples have been whispering, and she has already guessed Tourmaline's identity from their words.

"you……"

Tourmaline's eyes were red, her chest heaved violently and she said, "Bitch, who are you calling a maid?"

"Hey, you are a servant girl, why don't you let people tell you?"

Jiang Mengyue played with taste.

"I killed you!"

Tourmaline's face was as pale as paper, and she suddenly drew out her long sword.

"Tourmaline."

Ling Qianqian glanced at her, cold sweat broke out on her painful forehead, she twitched her lips and said, "Look at the girl, can you cure the disease of the Patriarch?"

"nature."

Jiang Mengyue smiled authentically.

"If it works, how much reward do you want? If it doesn't work, what should I do?"

Contempt flashed in Ling Qianqian's eyes.

She seemed to look down on Jiang Mengyue, but her headache was so severe that she could only be treated as a living horse doctor.

"If I can help the Patriarch cure his headache, I also hope that the Patriarch will take me back to Ling's house and leave a room for my mother and daughter to settle down."

Jiang Mengyue had a sore nose, looked at Gong Yuanyuan and said, "My child and I have no fixed place to live, and I really don't want to wander anymore.

If it doesn't work, the Patriarch can execute me Ling Chi, just have fun. "

Ling Qianqian's eyes were dark and unclear.

After a while, she sneered and said, "Yes."

Tourmaline glanced at Jiang Mengyue mockingly, and said coldly: "This girl has lived for 20 years, and this is the first time she sees someone rushing to kill her.

idiot……"

She rolled her eyes and said in a low voice: "Patriarch, then...do you want the slave to continue giving you needles, or let this peasant woman do it?"

"Let her do it first. My Patriarch was upset today and cut her alive. Maybe it will make my Patriarch feel better."

Ling Qianqian spoke up and down.

The disciples also had hot eyes, staring at Jiang Mengyue closely.

"Those famous doctors who have treated my family's head ailments have no effect. She has swollen her face and made herself fat! A village woman who is overwhelmed!"

"It's a pity to be directly Ling Chi, Patriarch, first reward her to his subordinates for fun, and then punish her!"

……

Ling Qianqian just smiled and said nothing.

She looked at Jiang Mengyue as if she was watching a joke.

Under the bursts of mocking eyes, Jiang Mengyue said lightly, "I want two or three ground mandala, one hundred grams of Wuchuan, Yangjinhua..."

She said ten herbs in one breath.

These herbs have a strong anesthetic effect, together with undiluted lidocaine and other treasures, to ensure that she no longer feels pain.

"Go prepare the medicine."

Ling Qianqian glanced at her disciple, who hurriedly brought over the stove, casserole, and the medicinal materials Jiang Mengyue wanted.

After that, Jiang Mengyue added Wuchuan and other medicinal materials in order, poured clear water and glass bottles with various labels, and boiled it into a medicinal soup.

He held Gong Yuanyuan in one hand, put the needle tube into the casserole with the other, sucked a tube of medicinal soup, and walked towards Ling Qianqian.

"I need to help the Patriarch inject the medicinal soup into your headache, and I hope the Patriarch will agree."

Jiang Mengyue smiled.

Ling Qianqian looked at her quietly, and said coldly: "Give me the things, and the Patriarch will come by himself."

Jiang Mengyue didn't shirk, so she handed the needle to her.

She couldn't trust Jiang Mengyue, so she found a disciple and injected it into the surface of his scalp.

After a while, she saw that her disciple was fine, so she asked Jiang Mengyue to fill another tube of medicinal soup, and helped her use a special technique to inject it into the painful part of the brain.

A few seconds later, Ling Qianqian suddenly looked overjoyed.

"This... this... I don't hurt anymore, I don't hurt anymore!"

The pupils of the disciples dilated and their faces were confused.

"Fuck!"

(End of this chapter)