Mysterious emperor's little wild concubine

"What eyes?" Mu yun'an pulls up the right hand of junior two and puts his fingers on it. When he feels his pulse, he still wants to talk with junior two.

The second day of junior high school knew that muyun'an didn't want to say more, so he changed the topic.

"How am I?" The second day of junior high school saw mu yun'an frowning, a little worried.

"Why do you look like death to me?" Mu Yun An smiles, when she is serious, it is like that, "the recovery is very good."

Second year's body recovery speed is very fast, much better than she imagined, so there is hope to restore the right hand.

But now she doesn't want to talk to junior two. She's afraid that if it doesn't work, junior two will be happy.

"Is it?" The second day of junior high school sighed. It's really good. His body is still very clear.

I can have a good sleep at night. I won't wake up in pain.

Your medical skill is really superb.

If you live on the street in the future, you may make a lot of money by setting up a shed and a stall on the street.

"I'll put a needle in your right hand and massage it again." Mu yun'an straightens up, as long as there is a little hope, she can't give up like this.

Let Mo Li help you.

The business of Mo's family is all over the east country. Let Mo Li pay attention to it. There will be some herbs.

"Thank you, young master." The second day of junior high school smiles. He likes to see the childe frowning and caring, which makes her feel very warm.

"You're welcome. You're stupid." Mu yun'an pinched the first and second hand, but the second didn't say a word. This hand didn't feel at all.

"You don't understand, young master. You are light in our hearts." The second day of junior high school suddenly said it seriously.

Their world is full of darkness. They have tasted the warmth and coldness of the world at a young age, and they are fed up with the sarcasm of others.

Until they met muyun'an, they had a warm harbor.

Therefore, they stare at the light and are willing to rush for it, even to pieces.

"Gee." Muyun'an was obviously not so emotional, rubbed his arm, "old man, can not be so hypocritical."

What kind of light? Is it OK to hit you in the eye?

"Hum." The second year of junior high school, he is not easy to feign affection for a while, but also be despised.

Mu yun'an continues to chat casually with junior two, diverting his attention, holding a silver needle in one hand, stabbing his hand after detoxification.

"Bear it. Your right hand will be fine." Muyun'an guarantees that although it's impossible to hold a sword, it's OK to use chopsticks and bowls.

Liao is better than nothing. She doesn't want to be a sophomore because it casts a psychological shadow on her.

"If it doesn't hurt, don't worry about it, young master. I'll stab it boldly." Words did not finish, the second day of a whine.

The slap came so fast.

"No, sir, you can't let it go." It's killing him. I can't wait to do this.

If he didn't know the man in front of him and he was treating him, maybe he would have kicked him over.

"Let's keep your skin clean." Mu Yun An twists the silver needle in his hand. Is the skin happy and comfortable?

"If I let go a little more, your hand will really be useless." Mu yun'an held him down, warned him not to move, and then continued to prick.

"You can't bear it, young master." Don't he know that childe is tough and soft hearted. He treats them like his own son.

Pooh, Pooh, Pooh! It's not a proper analogy to be a son.