2333 Little Shishu, You Are Injured Again (2) (Please Ask for a Ticket)

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Luo Yunxiao slowly raised his head and stared at her blankly. After a long time, he slowly responded, "Oh."

Then, slowly stood up.

Only then did Mu Yan realize that something was wrong.

Why is the little uncle's eyes dull? The response seems particularly slow?

and many more!

Shouldn't it be... Shouldn't even the little uncle be drunk!

Just thinking about it, Luo Yunxiao took a step forward, suddenly tripped on something under his feet, and fell to the ground.

"Disgusting, beauty, don't be so enthusiastic!"

It's good to die, and it happened to be the kiss that tripped him.

This guy didn't know what kind of sweet dream he was dreaming, and shouted with a wretched face, "Beauty, come, let this uncle's warm embrace melt you!"

As he said that, his claws grabbed onto the immaculate white clothes of the little uncle.

Seeing this scene, Mu Yan almost went crazy with laughter.

It's a pity that there is no shadow talisman in her hand, otherwise she will record it now and see how the kiss will die tomorrow? And the little uncle changed his face?

It's funny to think about it!

However, before the claws of the kiss fell on Luo Yunxiao's body, an instinctive reaction caused Luo Yunxiao to unsheath a sword.

The sword light was cold and stern, and the cold mang was rustling.

If you chop it down, it will definitely chop the kiss into scum!

Mu Yan was startled, and couldn't care less about watching the play, so he rushed over to stop him, "Little Master, calm down! This is a kiss, it's your spiritual pet, but you must not kill it! "

Almost at the moment she touched, Sen Han's sword intent disappeared.

Luo Yunxiao turned to look at her in a daze, before opening and closing his lips after a long while, he murmured word by word, "Mu... Yan..."

Thank goodness, the little uncle is not completely drunk yet, and he still knows himself.

Mu Yan: "Little Martial Uncle, how are you? Can you go back to the courtyard by yourself? Do you want me to help you go back?"

Luo Yunxiao slowly withdrew the hand she was holding, shook his head very gently, and murmured very lightly: "Can't... get closer. No..."

Before he finished speaking, his figure suddenly disappeared in place.

Mu Yan slumped and was about to rest when suddenly, her eyes narrowed.

I saw a pool of red water stains where Luo Yunxiao fell just now.

She froze for a while, and then she reached out and looked at her palm, which was sticky with a hint of tenderness.

is blood!

Is the little uncle injured?

Muyan quickly rushed to the small courtyard where Luo Yunxiao lived alone, turned around, and finally found Luo Yunxiao who was drunk by the pond.

She helped the person back into the house, lit the candle and took a look, and suddenly took a breath.

Luo Yunxiao was indeed injured, and the injury was extremely serious.

A piece of flesh on the lower left abdomen, blood was blurred, and there were even signs of decay.

"Little Martial Uncle, what did you get hurt by?"

There was even an evil spirit on the wound.

Luo Yunxiao closed his eyes tightly and frowned, as if he was immersed in pain and nightmare, unable to wake up.

Muyan gritted her teeth, took out the Tianmo Qin, and played it slowly.

【Shu Jing Qi Huang】Activates.

The tip of his finger gradually transformed into a scalpel as described in Baili Liuyin's notes.

And needle and thread.

【Phantom Heavy】Activate.

In the room, two figures of Jun Muyan gradually appeared, one playing the piano and the other operating.

With the sound of the piano, [Floating Life Like a Dream] turned Luo Yunxiao's nightmare into a sweet dream.

Mu Yan's hands moved faster and faster, and finally cleaned the demonic energy from Luo Yunxiao's wound.

And all the spiritual power and consciousness in her body were almost exhausted, and even the sweat could not flow out of her body.

As soon as the flowers bloomed in front of her, Mu Yan was about to fall backwards.

However, the expected pain of hitting the ground didn't come, and the body was hugged into a familiar embrace.

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