MTL - Cold King’s Dominating Love, Genius Medical Consort-Chapter 655 Don't come

as expected!

Qing Ling's face went sunny when it went back, and it turned cloudy when he returned.

"What to do?" Qing Ling spread his hands weakly, like a discouraged balloon, and suddenly hesitated. "I don't know the technology. I want to make up for it, but I can't."

Mu Ziling's mouth twitched slightly, and some can't help it.

Little Qingling is so stupid.

It's still a lot of money ... but she can figure it out.

This is not the same as missing a key in the key. Is it whimsical to open the door?

What's more, this "key" is not just as simple as missing a mouth, isn't it right?

If it wasn't for the embroidery to pass the time, take the time to calm down and find another way. If it wasn't for Qing Ling to teach it seriously, she would be embarrassed not to learn, and then knew that Qing Ling was this mind. The embroidery needles were naively stupid with her for a while.

Before changing into the stone cave, how much time was wasted along the way, Qing Ling would not care about being attentive, but now she knows that Mu Ziling's body cannot be dragged at all.

Looking at Mu Ziling, who was getting weaker, Qing Ling was worried again. She filled with indignation, and immediately rekindled her ambition: "No, I have to embroider anyway. I must embroider it."

Talking, Qing Ling had picked up another side of the needle and thread that had been messed up.

Mu Zi's inspiration sighed Qing Ling's unstoppable will, and at the same time, he sighed helplessly: "Forget it, then it is definitely not an ordinary door. It can casually make your dead horse a living horse doctor. You have not tried it before. ? "

This is a fact, an undeniable fact.

Qing Ling bit down.

She knows her embroidery art, let alone hold the Buddha's feet temporarily. Even if she gives her a lifetime, she can't embroider the same embroidery as Lintong's.

To say that she is good at dancing swords, but embroidering grass or something, she is not the material at all.

Knowing this, Qing Ling looked like an eggplant frosted, and was tangled and worried: "What should we do now?"

Mu Ziling shook her head and said she didn't know.

She's been thinking about it, but she hasn't been able to figure out one that can be implemented.

Because compared with Qing Lingluan's full-hearted thoughts, she had better ways than she did, just as silly and naive.

Now Xiaoyaju's door is like a deadlock that hinders their progress. There is no other way but to embroider.

The two of them were in awe, posing in a comfortable posture, staring at Xiao Yaju's door and sighing with regret.

There was silence all around.

The butterfly dance is floral and peaceful.

Because of the influence of the body, Mu Ziling gradually got a drowsy drowsiness in this environment.

Just as she kept fighting with her upper and lower eyelids, and she couldn't bear closing them together--

suddenly!

It seemed that Mu Ziling's eyebrows were slightly frowned, and the dormant insect parasitic in her head was beaten away.

Seeing Mu Ziling's face was not right, Qing Ling was nervous and asked, "What's the matter? Xiaolingzi, why don't you--"

Finally, the word "comfort" didn't come out of her mouth, and Qing Ling frowned.

Wrong!

Mu Ziling and Qing Ling glanced at each other, unsure.

Someone came over the moss.

"Yuelinglong." Qing Ling thought so for the first time.

Mu Ziling also thought about Yue Linglong, but she couldn't figure it out.

Before the two of them entered the hole, it was good that Yue Linglong had not come in, but at the speed of Yue Linglong, it was far faster than Qing Ling carrying her towing oil bottle. , How could it be until now?

It was Yue Linglong who thought about it, but faintly, Mu Ziling always felt something was wrong.

Because of this inexplicable error, Mu Ziling's heart climbed up again.

Regardless of whether the visitor is exquisite or not, Mu Ziling and Qing Ling are both alert to the danger instinct, and turned their attention to the moss when they came, waiting for the target to appear.

The changes in the martyrdom are far and near.

Gradually, the sound turned into a crippled footstep.

Footsteps were getting closer and closer, but the gurgling voice remained unchanged, very subtle and light.

Soon, the master of footsteps appeared.

It was a child about one meter tall and two feet tall, wearing a small red cloak, and the cap on the head was slightly larger than her, hiding her features in it.

Regardless of whether she is dressed or tall, she looks like a little red hood in a fairy tale. This is Mu Ziling's first impression of a visitor.

Little Red Riding Hood walked fast, seemingly step by step down to earth, but if you look closely, her steps are as fast and light as a dragonfly watering.

"Actually a child!" Qing Ling's eyes widened, a little surprised: "Why are there children in such places?"

Although the little Red Riding Hood was not able to see her face, she was so cute and so cute that she could easily lose her defense and resistance.

However, a child who can appear alone in this kind of place will never think that this is a simple and lovely child. Otherwise, his heart is terrified.

Mu Ziling's heart twitched slightly and reminded in a low voice: "Looking at her walking pace, she should martial arts, be careful."

"Well, it's not weak." Qing Ling also saw it. She immediately raised a bit of vigilance and moved quietly to Mu Ziling.

The person who came here did not know, nor did she know what the purpose was. She only knew that no matter what the circumstances, she had to take care of the little spirit child and be safe.

Little Red Riding Hood first walked to the wooden monument in front of Xiaoyaju, looked at it for a while, and then took a piece of embroidery and embroidery tools.

In the process, her face was always hidden in a wide hat, and she could not see it.

A little red figure dangled in front of the eyes, and the two of them watching the change not only failed to see a cute feeling of cuteness, but also had a weirdness that people dare not approach.

"Is that child a ghost? It feels terrifying." Qing Ling stared at Little Red Riding Hood for a moment, and a coldness rose in her heart.

Mu Zi's glistening eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth evoked gently: "Where can there be ghosts in this world, but people like to pretend to be ghosts."

At this time, Little Red Riding Hood was already holding those embroidery tools and walking to them.

"Sister, I want to go in that door, can you help me embroider this picture?" Little Red Riding Hood's voice was tender and innocent, and seemed to fit her figure.

Obviously Qing Ling was sitting beside Mu Ziling and was closer to Little Red Riding Hood. Little Red Riding Hood passed Qing Ling and asked Mu Ziling to help directly, as if the purpose was clear.

As she said, she took out the dragon and phoenix dance figure she had drawn from her arms and handed it to Mu Ziling.

At the sound of Little Red Riding Hood, Mu Ziling suddenly flashed a familiar touch, so fast that she could hardly catch it.

However, while Mu Ziling's mind flashed the familiar light, Yu Guang in the corner of her eye glanced at the eyes hidden under the red hat, and suddenly passed a cold light.

That cold light was very stubborn, like the eyes of a hawk stalk hiding in the darkness.

Because of this, Mu Ziling's face suddenly cooled down.

Her memory has always been very good. As long as she has seen her, unless she has changed her face and changed her voice, otherwise she will remember it quickly regardless of the sound or face.

What's more, since her crossing, there have been only one or two children she has contacted, and only one has a deep memory.

This child, but she always wanted to find it.

Mu Ziling didn't seem to see the dragon and phoenix dance in front of her. She moved her legs that were stiff and sat up.

Seeing Mu Ziling's action of getting up was very strenuous, Qing Ling quickly reached out and lifted her up.

Little Red Riding Hood kept keeping the handed action, and when she saw Mu Ziling didn't move, she said nothing softly, "Sister, can you?"

Qing Ling knew that it might be bad to come, she looked down at the little Red Riding Hood in front of her: "Little sister, you've found the wrong person, we won't--"

When Qing Ling didn't finish speaking, Mu Ziling sneered at the corner of his mouth and stretched out the end: "Don't come without a word, Ding—Ding—"

After hearing the words, Qing Ling swallowed her belly with the words of refusal in her mouth, she was shocked and said, "Little spirit child, do you know her?"

At this moment, it seems that Mu Ziling did not expect to speak, and in a way of talking with an acquaintance who had not seen him for a long time, Little Red Riding Hood slowly put down his hand that had been held up and stood still.

After a long silence, Little Red Riding Hood opened her red hat, which covered her head well, to open her back, exposing a delicate and cute child's face.

"I didn't expect this to be recognized by you. It's amazing." Ding Ding's voice was still immature, but she was still immature with this mature and sophisticated, and she looked at Mu Ziling up and down: "Mu Ziling , I haven't seen it for more than two years. Why are you still this timid and weak, and I don't know if your luck this time will be as good as before. "

After listening to the old girl's old-fashioned words, Qingling's heart was curious: "Little spirit child, who is this child, what does her word mean?"

"Can't you hear?" Mu Ziling's eyes flowed, her eyes flashed with a smile, and she explained with a smile: "A man who once threatened to kill me, but this time ..."

Mu Ziling didn't finish talking, and suddenly felt light.

In the blink of an eye, she was taken by Qing Ling several meters away from Ding Ding.

Mu Ziling hadn't responded yet, and the voice of Qing Ling drew his sword from his ear.

"..." Mu Ziling froze again and again, suddenly feeling that she had returned to her who was not able to martial arts before, and was manipulated casually.

It's just that now she isn't letting people slay and have no resistance, but she can't resist the attitude of those close to her who are caught off guard.

Seeing Qing Ling's response so big, she thought her life was more important than herself. Mu Ziling didn't know whether she should cry or laugh.

At this moment, there was still a hint of curiosity in Qing Ling. She looked at Ding Ding's expression, full of hostility and annihilation: "Little sister, sister, I don't care what you hate or complain about. I respect you! "