Chapter 818 2.254 Don't Want You

Mo Lian's lips were pursed into a straight line, and she stepped forward to pick up the little monk in displeasure, "I'll take you there."

"Don't, don't, don't, you're so aggressive, I can't pee on you!" the little bald man kicked his legs and shouted angrily.

Mo Lian became angry, "Don't worry, you can pee freely and boldly, I'm not interested in watching you."

"I don't want you, I don't want you! I want a benefactor, a benefactor, woohoo." The little monk cried pitifully, and Duanyue, who had just started, couldn't help being stunned when he saw this posture.

Snatching the little monk from his hand, he glanced at him lightly, "Qi, the child is being bullied too."

Mo Lian rolled her eyes at him, "You came just in time, I'll leave it to you! Take him to relieve himself."

Duanyue looked confused, looked down at the little monk who was kicking his legs, and then at Mo Lian who had an expressionless face, can this hot potato be returned?

"Female benefactor." The little monk looked at Duanyue with disgust, "I don't want you! I want a female benefactor."

"Call me sister." Qiao Mu knocked on his bare forehead angrily, and carried him out the door.

"Where did this wonderful little monk come from?" Duanyue looked at the backs of the two of them leaving speechlessly, then glanced at Mo Lian, "Hey, when are you going back?"

"Not going with you again."

"Why didn't you go all the way?" Duanyue raised her arms and glanced at him, then smiled gloatingly, "Jojo said, let's go together!"

Mo Lian: ...

Seeing this kid's vigor makes me upset.

After serving the little monk on the other side of Qiao Mu, he carried the child all the way back.

When passing near the city gate, I happened to see Wen Renningjing setting up a stall to help people heal.

After Wen Renning finished treating a patient, she raised her eyes just in time to see Qiao Mu passing by. She turned her eyes away with a sullen face, not very happy to greet this person.

"Hello." Qiao Mu walked up to Wenren Ningjing with her bald head, and Kong Roumiao beside her immediately raised her chin like a rooster, with a wary expression on her face.

"What do you want to do? We'll treat these people here, so we don't have time to talk to you!" Kong Rou said sternly.

"Here, here you are." The little face paralyzed didn't bother to talk to Kong Roumiao, and threw out a box of ointment in front of Wenren Ningjing.

"Once in the morning and evening, the scar can be removed within a day." After finishing speaking, before Wenren Ningjing could react, he picked up his little bald head and turned away.

Kong Roumiao tilted her small face angrily, grabbed half of the palm-sized ointment, and wanted to throw it away.

"Wait." Wen Renjing stopped her, took the ointment box, opened it and sniffed it, his face full of surprise and inexplicable.

"What's the matter?" Kong Roumiao asked curiously.

"The high-quality wound medicine smells more pure than the medicine made by my master." Wenren Ningjing subconsciously raised his hand to touch the shallow mark on his chin.

"Impossible." Kong Rou said airily, "Maybe she has tampered with the medicine to disfigure you."

Wen Renning shook her head quietly, "She won't."

"You also know?"

"She is such a proud person, she doesn't bother to do this."

"Female benefactor, it's a good thing for you to donate medicine. If you don't tell others about your kindness, how can some people understand you?" The little monk couldn't help asking.

"Why do I need others to understand."

"Hey, I really worry about you." The little monk sighed heavily.

Qiao Mu couldn't help being amused, and raised his hand to stroke his bald head, "Go home, go home for the New Year."