Mysterious emperor's little wild concubine

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Besides her, who can cure the patriarch in such a short time?

"Is there no room for negotiation?" The patriarch is a little suffocated.

I don't know if it's his illusion. Since yesterday he confirmed that he was poisoned, he didn't fall asleep all night.

Lying in bed, it's called tossing and turning.

The more I think about it, the more I feel pain in my chest.

Is it because of poisoning, but I didn't feel this way before.

He couldn't sleep. When he got up to practice, the movement of spiritual power was very smooth, and the speed of cultivation was no problem.

There's really no sign of poisoning.

Where did this poison come from?

"Patriarch... Two high-level pills, ten intermediate pills, and some low-level pills. You can't lose much." Mu yun'an leaned on the shoulder of emperor Yanqing, a little lazy.

She's still very measured and probably knows where the bottom line is.

The patriarch will agree.

Mu yun'an helped a lot this time.

"Think about it. If I don't see it, your family will be in chaos. The century old hermit family will be in decline." Muyun'an caught the neck of emperor Yanqing.

"Well, did the patriarch think clearly?"

"Good." The patriarch finally agreed, nothing is as important as his life, "however, the production time is very slow, it takes a year."

A year... It's OK.

Mu yun'an nodded thoughtfully, "then I have to try my best to ensure that you are still the patriarch after one year."

If the patriarch is replaced, the cooperation between them will be very difficult.

A dog can't spit out its ivory.

"When will you detoxify me?" Asked the patriarch.

The poison didn't get rid of, so his heart was very uneasy.

"It can't be publicized. I'll come to see you tomorrow. Take the pharmacist with you and stop it for me. " Mu Yun An gives directions at will.

What a big tone.

Let an intermediate pharmacist be his assistant?

But the patriarch didn't object. It's more reassuring to have one's own people present for such an important thing.

The patriarch went out. Before closing the door, he gave emperor Yanqing a strange look.

Emperor Yanqing took down mu yun'an's hand on his neck, "I'll go tomorrow, too."

"Good." It's so sticky.

Mu yun'an grabs the wrist of emperor Yanqing and presses it on the stool behind him. He puts one leg on the leg of emperor Yanqing and sits down.

Emperor Yanqing is pushed back by muyun'an. Mickey, you look at muyun'an's bold action.

Mu yun'an lifted up his clothes and sat on the leg of emperor Yanqing. He pressed his wrist and slowly moved over to change it into ten fingers.

"It's dangerous." Emperor Yanqing did not mean to be offended, but reminded.

Woman, you're playing with fire.

Muyun'an ignored him, touched the cheek of emperor Yanqing with his right hand, rubbed his straight nose, "how do you look so good?"

Question from the soul, this man must be God's illegitimate son.

"Do you like it?" Emperor Yan Qing's other hand came over and pressed Mu Yun's restless paw.

He doesn't care about his skin bag, but if muyun'an likes it, it's the best.