Chapter 810 2.246 Stand Up
"Junior Sister, it has been about half an hour since Mr. Zheng Liu was injured. He is fine, which means you will be fine."
Compared with the seasoned and decisive princess, Wen Renningjing is more like a young girl. IQ and judgment are far behind the princess's.
The problem is that Wen Renningjing is three or four years older than the Crown Princess, but she is so innocent, hey!
Second Master Dou sighed helplessly, raised his hand and patted Wen Renning's quiet shoulder, and handed her a small box of ointment, "Junior Sister, apply the ointment, and you will know that nothing will happen later .”
Wenren Ningjing took the medicine in doubt, and nodded slightly with tears in her eyes.
Wu Xiaoen on the other end grinned, and just said thank you.
Seeing the concubine cast a blank stare at Mr. Zheng Liu angrily, "You are an idiot." Qiao Mu angrily threw a medicine bottle and threw it into Zheng Liu's hands, "It's okay for others to deal with you. Know how to resist?"
"Thank you for saving me." Zheng Liu replied with a blank expression.
It's not that he didn't resist, but he looked a little silly at the princess for a while.
Well, what a strange feeling!
Zheng Xiaoliu, who usually doesn't like much contact with women, felt for the first time that when this bright-eyed and kind-hearted princess called him "Little Six", it was so logical.
Stupid boy! Prince Mo walked up to his Qiao Qiao in a bad mood, and took her little hand.
This kid is very weird. With his connections, he doesn't know when this kid met Qiao Qiao.
Prince Mo took a look at Zheng Xiaoliu, and then pulled his Qiao Qiao up the tower.
At this time, Qiao Mu's attention was already focused on the corpse puppets that were swarming and screaming outside the tower.
City Lord Lin, who hadn't closed his eyes all day and night, ran towards the couple sweating profusely, "Your Highness, what should we do now? Our profound masters are basically exhausted. If this stalemate continues, the artillery will soon be insufficient." used."
"Gather all the active mystics here, we need those above level five." Qiao Mu glanced at City Lord Lin indifferently.
"Don't worry." Mo Lian raised her hand and patted City Lord Lin on the shoulder, "The Marquis of An Ding has brought people here, and the people of Commander Hui are probably coming soon. We just need to hold on for a while. Before they come, We have to defend."
Immediately, Lin Yongyi was overjoyed, wiped off his old sweat and nodded frequently, "Okay, okay! Then my subordinates will go immediately to summon the mysterious masters above level five."
"It's not good, the city lord, the city gate was smashed through a hole, and a corpse jumped in from the outside..."
"What nonsense are you talking about? Hurry up and put on your armor and protect yourself! Tell the body forgers to quickly gather under the tower!" City Lord Lin was sweating profusely, and rushed down the tower with his people.
Qiao Mu saw that he didn't have time to summon the profound masters, so he stepped forward a few steps, and said in a very calm voice, "Mysterious masters above the fifth level, who can still crawl, get up and gather at my place!"
The people lying on the edge of the city wall, those half lying on the ground panting, those holding their swords and leaning on their knives, one by one slowly crawled over from where they were staying, and staggered to their feet.
There are less than a hundred profound masters above level five who can crawl and stand up.