Shi Dingtian Nai said, "It was like this when they rescued him in Xuanji. I was afraid to take him to the hospital so that I could put him in a truck and mix him in the cargo pile before bringing him back."
"Is Mu still looking for him?" Qing Mo Yan asked Xuanji.
"Mu Shiyu sent a lot of people, and most of them were his cronies."
"What about the scroll?"
"It was taken away."
Blue ink yan nodded his head.
Except for the extent of Mubolun’s injury, everything was expected by him.
If Mubolun had been a little vigilant before, he wouldn’t have been harmed by his own family.
"Mu Shiyu even won’t stop easily," Xuanji said. "We can’t send Mu Bolun to a doctor unless others go back."
Green ink yan sneer at "even if MuShiYu stop also don’t go to the doctor"
"Don’t …"
"He’s dying." Green ink Yan is slightly sorry.
Mu Bolun can send some games to survive this robbery. It will save a lot of effort to have him as a teacher of Yin and Yang.
"Really?" Xuanji asked, "Why don’t I ask a familiar doctor to come here …"
Blue ink yan shook his head.
Although he doesn’t know much about medicine, he is very familiar with human meridians.
Mubolun’s vein has shown death.
RuXiaoNan suddenly walked past him and came to MuBolun and stretched out his hand to pull each other’s clothes.
Blue ink yan frowned.
Shi Dingtian got a fright and hissed, "Madam, this is …"
"Take off his clothes" RuXiaoNan commanded "hurry up"
History of the sky kept taking eyes to sweep the blue ink face.
Blue ink yan calm face but no mouth to stop.
Shi Tianding understands Mubolun’s clothes well.
Mu Bolun was soaked to the skin when they fished him out of the water, so they could change his clothes in Xuanji.
The shirt button is easy to understand, and it took Mubolun a few days to "open up"
Blue ink yan brow jumped two times.
He saw RuXiaoNan stretched out his hand and drew something on each other’s chest.
"Do you have a knife?" RuXiaoNan asked.
Qing Mo Yan held her finger before she reached out her index finger.
"What do you want to do?" With a dumb inquiry, full of cuts.
RuXiaoNan smiled "need a little blood"
"Are you going to draw a spell?" Blue ink yan still tightly holding her hand don’t want to put.
"He’s not going to die, but he’s leaving his soul," Ru Xiaonan explained to him. "If you want to get his soul back, he will wake up, but if you can’t get it back in three days, he will really die."
Qing Moyan turned to look at Shi Dingtian and Xuanji. "Can’t they be bloody?"
History of heaven take a sniffle corners of the mouth.
The householder is really domineering. He hurts his little wife.