Chapter 3109: 4.709 heavy hands

Chapter 3109 4.709 Heavy Hands
Lord Qiaoqiao tilted his small head and looked up and down and left and right for a long while, then raised his small head, and nodded his head indifferently.
"Hehe." Yali couldn't help rolling his eyes. "You haven't seen my brother's arm injury, so he promised so much. If you can't do it, what should I do?"
"Why is he so annoyed?" Qiaomu glanced at Yali coldly, and his mouth was a series of snoring sounds. "A man talks so much, it doesn't bother him."
"Me, me! Where am I?" Where did he bother him? Why didn't he just ask a question? Why are you annoying? ?
"Don't you let him shut up?" Qiaomu said indifferently.
"Brother! Look at her."
"Shut up," Yas said lightly.
At once, Ali felt a feeling of falling down, and turned his head stupidly. A pair of dog eyes flashed with tears, and looked pitifully at his brother.
Ming Yasi raised his hand and patted his shoulder: Brother is helping you, you don't want to be dumb in the second half of your life!
Mu Yasi casually found a damp rock to sit down, raised his arm slightly, and said with a cool face, "Look."
Master Qiao Qiao da da da stepped forward, stepped on the water splash, jumped on the stone beside him, and squatted down.
"My arm was severely injured by Merlin before," said Miyaz coldly. "Now I have a little bruise. It was an injury. Are you sure you can recover it at once?"
"If it wasn't for the bruises of Molian, how could those men in black hurt me?"
"Shut up?" Qiaomu looked up at him impatiently.
The two eyes stared at each other, an indifference that was as steep as frost, and the bottom of their eyes suppressed a strong emotion that was about to erupt.
"You are not fair to me," said Miyaz suddenly.
Master Qiao Qiao rolled his eyes in a bad temper, listening to the man talking in his ears, but his speed was not weak.
Several silver needles fell, helping him straighten the dislocated tendons, and then a stream of water flowed out of his hand, washing his wound slightly.
When the blood on it was scattered, fresh blood was exposed.
Qiaomu took a patch of hemostatic powder blankly and slammed it onto his arm.
Then he rubbed again and again, and the pain was that the fangs grinned slightly and moved their arms, but they couldn't bear the sound of humming.
"When you gave Molian and Moonbreaker medicine, you were so heavy?"
Qiaomu was too lazy to take care of him, took out a box of ointment, put it in his hands and smoothed it, and wiped his brain with his brain.
"Hisse." Ming Yasi only felt that the ointment was applied, and the coolness was a bit cool, but there was some kind of piercing pain, flowing under the surface of the skin.
Just like this little girl with thorns, she was touched with her hands, and she was really with bags.
"Just steal it." Qiao Mu said angrily, "I stop bleeding and mix with loose silt, I can give you three minutes of rubbing like this, and keeping you in minutes will be better."
If it wasn't for the sake of that purple wormwood, who would rub him? Pooh!
"Bring it!"
Mu Yasi poked his mouth, folded up his slender legs, took out a pack of Ling coins directly from the inner circle, and threw a purple worm grass into the little guy's hand.
"Prince Ben speaks well, will he lie to you like this little girl?"
(End of this chapter)