Don't mess with the rich girl

Mo Xiaoyun knelt in front of aunt Qiong with sad eyes. He rummaged in his backpack. They were all conventional painkillers. He didn't want pills.

Suddenly, the phone rings, and Mu Qingqing is indifferent. When the bell went out, she didn't mean to answer the phone.

Mo Xiaoyun put away his backpack and looked at her. He didn't know what to do.

The phone rang again, and she had the impulse to keep calling if she didn't answer.

"Master, call." Mo Xiaoyun had to remind her.

Mu Qingqing put his arms around aunt Qiong, closed his eyes and said, "it's too noisy. Please help me turn off my cell phone."

She felt as if she had drained her strength. She spoke with breath.

For her, aunt Qiong is like her relatives. The wooden family is not good to her. Only aunt Qiong can give her warmth. Now Aunt Joan is gone, and the last warmth in her heart is gone.

"Master, it's your father." Mo Xiaoyun looked at the remark name and hesitated to look at Mu Qingqing. Keep calling like this. What if there's something urgent?

Mu Qingqing gave a sneer and said coldly, "hang up. I won't answer even if it's the king of heaven."

The ringing of the phone finally stopped. Mo Xiaoyun breathed a sigh of relief, so he wouldn't disturb Mu Qingqing.

But then the phone began to ring again. Mo Xiaoyun took a look at the caller ID. this time it was not mu Anren, but Hua Qinghe.

"Master, it's aunt Hua." Mo Xiaoyun made a sound again and looked at Mu Qingqing carefully.

"Don't answer." MuQing said with a dead heart.

Moxiaoyun doesn't want to disturb muqingqing, but his reason tells him that moxiao river is far away on an unknown island. If muqingqing stays in this state, things will be delayed.

"Master, cheer up. Brother Mo is still waiting for us to save him." Mo Xiaoyun looked at her with blue tears still hanging on his face.

"I'm the boss of my family. When my younger brothers and sisters drink milk, I can't even lick the bottle. I have to be scolded for cooking for them. In the eyes of that woman, I take everything for granted. Only aunt Qiong will secretly hide beef jerky and apple pieces for me. I'm afraid I don't have time to do my homework, so I'll help me do a lot of work when that woman is not at home. Aunt Qiong never tells me Reading is of no use to girls, and only she will call me girl at home. "

"Last time I came to see Aunt Qiong, she was fine. I specially told her not to walk on the cliff, not on the cliff..." Mu Qingqing closed her eyes in pain, and tears fell on Aunt Qiong's forehead.

A cloud obscured the sun in the sky, and the surrounding scenery became much dimmer. Mu Qingqing's gauze skirt has already been stained with soil and has become dirty. She held aunt Qiong and cried sadly. Other things were not so important in her eyes.

"Master, I'm sorry." Mo Xiaoyun touched her head and comforted her.

"How can I be sad." Mu Qingqing's tears couldn't stop falling. "I didn't say goodbye to Aunt Qiong in my last life. I have to watch her fall off the cliff in my life."

"Aunt Qiong, Qingqing is sorry for you. Qingqing clearly knows the result..." if you had known that exhortation is useless, even if you told aunt Qiong the truth, she was reborn, she would not have left regret.

Watching Mu Qingqing collapse to the point of incoherence, Mo Xiaoyun is determined to find a way on the spaceship. He went up the airship along the airflow and looked for a way to save Aunt Joan on the screen.

After turning page after page of conventional first aid knowledge, Mo Xiaoyun has no choice at all. When his hand stopped on the page of emergency rescue knowledge, his brain suddenly flashed.

In order to find a way to save aunt Qiong, he turned out the good prescription for drug production and found that the injection given to Aunt Qiong was likely to have a brief cardiac arrest and no consciousness. The time of wakefulness may be determined according to the patient's constitution.

But how can we prove that Aunt Joan is really not dead? Mo Xiaoyun thought of a pill made in the desert. Its name was Baoyan pill. If it is taken by a living person, the medicine can help human tighten the skin, lock the water in the body, smooth wrinkles, make the skin elastic and look energetic. If it is a dead person, taking this pill can only maintain the appearance after death and will not lose phase, but it can not make the skin smooth and can only protect the body from becoming stiff.

Luckily he made this medicine.

Mo Xiaoyun opened the hatch and went straight down to the valley.

"Master, I just checked the information. Aunt Qiong's state is likely to be suspended. That medicine has the side effect of cardiac arrest." Mo Xiaoyun patted muqingqing on the shoulder and said patiently.

"Pretending to be dead?" Mu Qingqing slowly turned his head, and some light of hope was flashing in his clear eyes.

"That is to say, aunt Qiong is not dead?" Mu Qingqing loosened aunt Qiong's shoulder and asked slightly excitedly.

"Maybe so. However, if you want to prove that Aunt Qiong is not dead, you have to go to Longmen desert to take another medicine." Mo Xiaoyun planned to drive the spaceship directly to the desert, but he thought it would take some time, so he might as well let aunt Qiong go there together.

"Go, let's go now." Mu Qingqing moved and hugged aunt Qiong under the hatch of the spaceship.

Mo Xiaoyun stopped her and said, "master, we take aunt Qiong to Longmen desert out of thin air. What if her family can't find her?"

"I can't care so much. As long as I can save aunt Qiong, I can pay any price." she can't think now and take into account the feelings of too many people. As long as aunt Qiong can live, she is willing to pay anything.

"But shall we just take aunt Qiong out of here?" Mo Xiaoyun looked up at the steep cliff and didn't know whether Su Cuiyun saw their existence at that time.

"Don't say more, saving aunt Qiong is the most important." Mu Qingqing took aunt Qiong to the bottom of the ship and slowly went up along the air flow.

Moxiaoyun had a heart and hid the black Mercedes into the bushes before driving the spaceship to Longmen desert.

In the cave, Mu Qingqing puts aunt Qiong on the cold stone platform and covers her body with wheat colored sheets.

Mo Xiaoyun took a blue pill and fed it into aunt Qiong's mouth. Fortunately, he took hemostatic medicine for Aunt Qiong at that time, so as not to lose too much blood.

"Master, aunt Qiong can't see her health until she eats Baoyan pill. For such a long time, you can't stay in Longmen desert. If aunt Hua finds out, brother Mo may also be in danger." Mo Xiaoyun has to remind Mu Qingqing that Mu Qingqing can't go wrong at this critical juncture.

"How long will it take?" Mu Qingqing asked him with a frown.

"This pill can only be effective in seven days. If aunt Qiong wakes up early, this medicine will only be good for her without harm." most of the drugs made by Mo Xiaoyun have no side effects, but the injection is not necessarily.

"Xiaoyun, do you have any other way to make aunt Qiong better?" MuQing felt very uncomfortable. Aunt Qiong grew up watching her since childhood. Although she had no blood relationship, she had already regarded aunt Qiong as a relative in her heart. After returning home, she could not even go to see Mu Anren and Su Cuiyun, but aunt Qiong was the one she had to visit.

"Unless..." Mo Xiaoyun paused and said, "unless all my blood and ability can come back, I can certainly cure aunt Qiong."

Mu Qingqing knows very well that moxiaoyun's blood has been lost to moxiaohe. If you want moxiaoyun's ability to come back, someone must exchange his life for his life. The man had to be of the same blood type as moxiao River and was willing to give blood to moxiao river. The conditions are too harsh. It's too difficult to do it.

"Master, you have to be mentally prepared. Aunt Qiong's injection can prolong her life by one month at most. After taking Baoyan pill, I can keep her appearance, but I can't save her life." Mo Xiaoyun didn't think about changing blood at all. After all, Mo Xiaohe is also his master now. Changing blood is changing life for life, and that life can't be found. Therefore, he has little hope in this matter.

"I hope you can think about your ability to recover." Mu Qingqing suddenly had a very persistent idea in her heart. As long as she can save aunt Qiong, she is willing to exchange her life for her life. "Do you know who matches the blood type of moxiaohe?"

Mo Xiaoyun shook his head. He never thought of looking for someone who matched the blood type of Mo Xiaohe to exchange blood. Human beings need to pay their lives in exchange for their ability. He doesn't want to do such a thing.

"Master, even if you find someone who matches brother Mo's blood type, can you bear to watch others die?" Mo Xiaoyun questioned her conscience.

"Master, let's just forget it. It's normal for people to die. Don't be persistent." Mo Xiaoyun knew that she was impulsive now and could only try her best to persuade her.

"If aunt Qiong really died naturally, I would recognize her. But she is not!" Mu Qingqing's eyes are red. She watched aunt Qiong fly by the white SUV with her own eyes. If Aunt Joan really died, she would also have died of murder, not an accident.

Mu Qingqing is unwilling to let aunt Qiong be killed by that woman. She must save Aunt Joan!

"What are you going to do?" Mo Xiaoyun looked at her with fear. He hated Mu Qingqing so much. It was the first time he saw her.

She looked calmly at the yellow sand outside the window, narrowed her eyes dangerously and said, "I want that woman to be buried with me."

Long enough.

The bullying she suffered, the relationship she lost, and the identity she lost now are enough to cut the woman thousands of times.

"You take good care of aunt Qiong here. I'll go to Mu's house to get justice for Aunt Qiong now." Mu Qingqing looked at Aunt Qiong with a peaceful expression and felt a pain in her heart. The person who loved her most could have lived a good life. He went out early and came back late every day to hoe the fields. In his spare time, he made some dishes that his family loved to eat, but now he lay here with his life and death uncertain.