MTL - Cold King’s Dominating Love, Genius Medical Consort-Chapter 710 Stubborn no good fruit to eat

Even though Mu Ziling was trapped on her head and slept, she still murmured in her mouth subconsciously: "I'm watching here, don't move around ... wait for two hours of poisonous gas And Hansha stirred up against each other, and I can apply my skills to help you ... "

With the disappearance of this low unfinished murmur, Mu Ziling's uniform and long breathing sound was replaced. 「^ 追 ^ 书 ^ 帮 ^ 首 ~ 发」

"Stupid admiration ..." Long Xiaoyu arbitrarily put her hand on the edge of the tub, and couldn't help but move to Mu Zi's quiet and beautiful face, and touched her cheek that was pink because of the heat.

"Um ..." Mu Ziling seemed to be stroking her face and felt itchy. She unintentionally raised her hand and waved the warm big hand on her face, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "Don't make a noise ... I'll just talk for a while, just ..."

Long Xiaoyu sighed lowly, seeming helpless and distressed. He reached out his hand again, and gently slid the sleeping hair scattered on her cheek behind her ear, and then drew a few pecks on her lips. open.

Then, Long Xiaoyu closed her eyes and remained still.

Soon, a phantom virtual dragon unexpectedly emerged from Long Xiaoyu's body, hovering in the air.

After phantom Xulong circled in the air for a few times, she seemed to have received the instructions of her master, silently cuddling Mu Ziling, who was asleep, and sent her to the big bed not far away.

At the same time, the brightly lit dormitory was suddenly dimmed, and it seemed as if it had fallen into a lonely night with no sound.

...

The large dormitory, from Anan late at night to Chenshi day and night, was always quiet, so quiet that Mu Ziling had a good night's dream and fell asleep until dawn.

Mu Ziling opened his sleepy eyes, then stared at the ceiling for a while.

"Long Xiaoyu!" With the call coming out of her mouth, Mu Ziling seemed to be frightened, and suddenly sat up from the bed, the whole person was not sober.

Last night she was clearly watching Long Xiaoyu, why did she fall asleep? It doesn't matter if I fall asleep.

Before thinking much, Mu Ziling's head had been deflected conditionedly, looking at Long Xiaoyu, who hadn't opened his eyes and moved it from night to day.

Long Xiaoyu, who was still soaking in the tub at this time, was like a sculpture carefully carved by the master of art. His quiet and stunning appearance was affected by the medicated bath, and the delicate facial features were smudged with a touch of redness. It seems fresh and indifferent, but also reveals the warmth of warmth, which is so vivid that it can't be ignored.

In this way, he was silent and sounded, it did not look like he had suffered a lot of unbearable pain at night when he was at night. On the contrary, there was a kind of temperament that left him angry after the disaster.

Long Xiaoyu looked at Wudi on the face, but because she overslept, she missed Mu Ziling, who had the best luck to help him persecute the body, and her heart annoyed and felt guilty.

Mu Ziling hurriedly got out of bed, walked to the side of the bath tub, pulled Long Xiaoyu's hand, and checked his physical condition carefully.

The pulse is stable, the heart rate is normal, and there is no sign of active agitation in the body ...

The result of such an immense test should not be the case of a medicated bath overnight. This immediately made Mu Ziling mistakenly think that she had been busy for more than half a month, and it was completely water-drifting, with no effect at all.

"Strange, it shouldn't be ..." Mu Ziling frowned and murmured.

Long Xiaoyu still closed her eyes, but as if he could see Mu Ziling's cute and entangled expression at this moment, the corner of his lips slightly lifted a beautiful arc: "What shouldn't it be?"

Upon hearing this, Mu Ziling touched his chin and replied without a brain: "It shouldn't be like this ..."

In the end, the word "normal" didn't come out of his mouth. Mu Ziling knew and felt afterwards, and reacted that Long Xiaoyu woke up.

Mu Ziling hurriedly detoured in front of the bath barrel, stared at Long Xiaoyu with a serious look, and at the end he asked sullenly, "Is this medicine bath that I prepared has no effect? ​​Why do you feel nothing when you look at it? Shouldn't it be painful? "

After hearing that, the angle of Long Xiaoyu's indifferent lips shook almost invisibly. He opened his eyes and smiled angrily at Shang Muziling with a small innocent expression: "You just want your man to hurt Gotta die? Huh? "

"No, no, of course I don't want to." Mu Ziling shook her head busy, but still muttered dejectedly: "But if it doesn't hurt, it means no effect, and if it doesn't, it means that Hansha cannot be persecuted, and the result is lost ...

Mu Ziling hasn't finished speaking yet, and feels that her heart is sore and painful at this moment. Long Xiaoyu closed her eyes and took a secret breath before she could barely make a casual voice: "Stupid Mu, don't believe in yourself, but also believe in your man ... OK, now is the time to test your ability. "

His last meaning was clear, Mu Ziling immediately understood.

"So this poison bath I prepared is effective?" Mu Ziling's eyes brightened, and he didn't dare to delay, and quickly went behind Long Xiaoyu, ready to help him persecute the poison in his body.

Before concentrating, Mu Ziling asked, "But did you hurt last night?"

Long Xiaoyu's thin lips clenched and remained silent.

Can't wait for his response, Mu Zi's spirit resentfully reproaches: "Really, why don't you wake me up if you hurt? Do you know that stubbornness doesn't have good fruit to eat?"

Long Xiaoyu's facial features wrinkled slightly, and remained silent.

He couldn't hear his voice for a long time, and Mu Ziling stretched out his hand and naturally placed it on his left chest. He asked with distress: "Does it still hurt?"

Mu Ziling was fine without touching. In this touch, Long Xiaoyu's casual relaxed attitude was instantly crushed, and he gritted his teeth: "No more hands, your man will hurt."

...

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Long Xiaoyu's Hansha is not a medicine that is soaked overnight. It can be cured. It takes seven days to seventy-nine to change the medicine and then re-soak.

Time passed quickly, and it was seven days later.

For the past seven days, Mu Ziling stayed with her every day, taking good care of him, and helping the dragon Xiaoyu within his ability to expel the coldness aroused by the poison bath.

On this day, Mu Ziling finally cleared the coldness in Long Xiaoyu's body.

She was relieved and relieved, and then she recovered from her serious illness, but because she had been in a poison bath for too long, she was still lying on the bed, who was still weak and weak.

"I haven't taken a good rest for a few days. You go to bed for a while. I'll get you something to eat." Mu Ziling quilted the quilt for Long Xiaoyu and turned around and went out.

However, her fingertips had not been removed from the quilt, and Long Xiaoyu suddenly lifted the quilt that had been covered, and stretched out, holding her slender wrist.

"You—" As soon as Mu Ziling said aloud, the whole person was taken down by surprise and fell steadily to Long Xiaoyu.

Mu Ziling wanted to get up subconsciously, but didn't wait for her to stand up, Long Xiaoyu held her in one hand and hugged her, and pulled the quilt off the other hand to cover them again.

Isn't this man out of strength? How did she feel that he was still as powerful as a cow?

Mu Ziling was provoked by Long Xiaoyu's sudden vigorous and overbearing behavior, causing him to choke for a full three seconds.

Three seconds later, she moved her body again, trying to get up.

But who knows, when she moved, Long Xiaoyu hugged her and rolled over, rolled into the bed, making her unable to walk anymore.

Mu Ziling wanted to make a sound, but there was a deep breathing that made her unbearable to disturb.

In desperation, Mu Ziling could only quietly nest in Long Xiaoyu's arms, watching his sleeping face quietly.

It seems that because of the pain and torture during this time, his handsome face has been thinned a bit, causing the original delicate features to be more three-dimensional, even so, he is still beautiful and thrilling.

Silently staring at Long Xiaoyu's sleeping face, I didn't know how long, Mu Ziling's eyelids began to fight, and finally closed unconsciously, and fell into a deep dreamland ...

Day to night, night to day.

This feeling can be described as fulfilling and practical.

Mu Ziling woke up early, her stomach was so hungry, she no longer wandered too much on her habitual bed, but instead stood up decisively, but carefully rose from the arms of the sleeping dragon Xiaoyu, It was going out hand in hand.

When she went out, Mu Ziling first went to the next room for a simple grooming, then went straight to the kitchen.

...

Before Mu Ziling entered the kitchen, he heard a distasteful and critical call from the kitchen.

"I didn't tell you that this chicken needs to be cooked with fat, and you can see what it is? Do you want to stew the chicken, or stew the bones, and take it away."

"No, no ... it's too fat, it must be greasy to stew. Will you be able to swallow it by watching the thick oil floating in that bowl?"

"... Oh well, this one is good, fat and modest ... you see this old hen is suffocating, and it looks so fresh and lively, right, just this one, hurry up, and stew it."

"And you guys ... All the moves are numb, the dishes are more beautiful and more beautiful ..."

Just listening to this person's voice, it is not difficult for Mu Ziling to imagine that every time she comes over, she is in a well-organized and orderly kitchen. At this moment, she is so upset and busy.

However, Mu Ziling didn't expect that she was sipping five and drinking six like a stewardess in the house, and she who hated this man and the other would be her.

Mu Ziling ticked the corner of her lips inconceivably, and stepped into the kitchen door.

The kitchen was really as hot as she imagined.

I saw no matter whether it was a big chef or a little chef who washes vegetables and prepared vegetables, the people in a kitchen, except the one who didn't know where to sit and direct, all of them wanted the ants on the hot pot, so busy.

Mu Ziling looked around in the large kitchen, and finally saw the person who was still directing in a clean place away from the oil smoke.

That person was not someone else, it was Long Jiayi.

I saw her holding a delicate fan in her hand, her legs crossed, as if she was sitting high above the queen, observing.

It seemed like someone was staring at her, Long Jiayi frowned and looked up--