Love in Xuancheng

Slightly stunned, he said, "thank you."

The slender white fingers fell on the white petals that exuded a faint fragrance and were thin like cicada wings.

Slightly press your finger abdomen and close your hand immediately.

"Due to years of fighting and fighting, there are many injuries to your body. Fortunately, there are no foot minor injuries. You can recover by adjusting your breath for a few days. The reason why your chest is stuffy and your whole body is weak is that there are five cracks in your sternum that haven't healed for a long time."

The little demon was about to speak. Shen Xingyue raised her hand to stop it. She picked up her pen and said while writing: "you can't check it out. It's not that it doesn't exist. This is a prescription. You should be able to find it on the 72nd floor. If you believe it, go. If you don't believe it, then continue to bear it."

At the end of his speech, he didn't take another look at the little demon and shouted, "next."

It was a long horned demon again, but it didn't look very annoying. It opened its eyes and stuck it on the paper. The sad demon grinned and gave Shen Xingyue a flattering smile. He stretched out his arm and put it on the table.

Shen Xingyue twists the petals and puts them between the little demon's wrists. It's a little touch to leave.

"Eight leaves Qiong make soup, eight bowls receive one bowl, drink soup, apply medicine residue, hold your breath for three weeks, vomit turbid Naxin, and recover in five days."

The long horned little demon frowned, his small eyes blinked, and looked at Shen Xingyue with a puzzled face.

Isn't the prescription written in English? How did it become your own memory? Ah, that's not the point. The point is, she didn't say what's wrong with me? Or, say some symptoms

Don't say anything, just quote a prescription. How can I know if you're right or wrong? If something goes wrong, I'll die, won't I?

Death is still acceptable, but it's not clear. It's beyond my range

"Demon force is inexplicably interrupted halfway." Shen Xingyue raised her eyes and looked at the little demon in front of her, whispered a supplementary sentence, and then shouted, "next."

The longhorn demon, with a grateful face, folded his hands and bowed deeply for three times, and left happily.

The little girl is beautiful, kind-hearted and knows how to be measured. It's nice! If she spoke a little louder, she would see the disease, but there was no need to treat it. Within an hour, she would be rubbed to death by her enemy!

"Next!"

"Hey, wait, wait -- let me, please excuse me." Xingluo rushed over with an unconscious demon on his back.

"My brother was fine before a cup of tea. He suddenly fell unconscious. I couldn't find out the cause. When I was worried, I suddenly heard someone in the neighborhood talking about a fairy like miracle doctor at the intersection of chagu street this night. I simply took my brother to try my luck.

So it seems that the rumor is not true. Excuse me, immortal sister, can you help me and cure my brother first?

If I can save my brother, I will protect him with my life in the future. I will serve the girl to the death and let her send me! Please lend me your hand and save my brother. Thank you very much! "

With that, Xingluo carefully put down the little demon on his back, held the unconscious brother in one hand, knelt on both knees, and sincerely kowtowed to Shen xingyuesheng for several times.

Shen Xingyue twisted her eyebrows and took a deep breath to calm her mind so as not to laugh on the spot. She quickly raised her hand and said, "don't knock. Get up and pass your brother's hand."

I really didn't see it. The play was really lifelike. It can't be true anymore. Even those who knew about it almost believed what the smelly fox said.