My Goddess Chapter 379 Ah!

Moro danled the wine pot in, a pair of confused eyes slightly squint, looking as if they were all falling.

Looks like a saloon!

He walked over to the scene and took a pill from his lumbar.

"If you die, don't say it's the disease I've cured."

Destroying the reputation!

Throw my face!

This medicine is really Lingdan, just filled the throat, the wound of the scene stopped the bleeding, the pain is not only reduced, but also the body is also powerful.

You guys, wouldn’t you give him the excitement, the agent?

He paused for a moment and asked, “How did you get in?”

Mo Ru shrugged, "Say it is coming for you, those people let me in, think, should want to kill me, so put it in with you to be buried."

Not salty!

He choked, not knowing how to get back to him.

Moro put the winepot in his hand quietly aside and said softly, "It's sulfur powder, and if necessary."

The scene laughed a little.

"You've been awake once."

"I'm awake all the time."

Eyebrows one choice!

The scene is speechless.

Moro got up and walked to Jiyun Shu.

Shaking his head, with a hint of regret, "I didn't expect, you also know the disease of dispersal, so it's not bad to say it, if you can't do medicine, it's a pity."

Oh, hey!

What a dissipation, say so artistically.

Is it a split personality?

Before Ji Yunshu, he was still thinking that the scenery was coming, how did this man not come, originally wanted to end the final axis.

She used her jaw to faint a little, “Can you cure it?”

“Look at the situation.”

With that, he stepped over, crouched beside Zhao Qing, turned over his arm, and took his pulse for him.

Zhao Huai did not know, his face was calm, his heart was alert, and he was confused.

“Who are you?”

"Mohua is my father."Moro said.

Mohua?

Zhao Huai was surprised.

“Are you the son of a doctor?”Zhao Huai's vigilance was taken away.

"What's the surprise of that, no one has a son."

End the pulse!

He opened Zhao Qing's eyes again, then took a look at his bran, looked at his tongue, then clapped his hands, lazy and scattered, said, "It's okay, this disease is not very serious, if you want to cure, you can also cure."

Zhao Huaiyi, “Really?”

“Naturally.”

"But the doctors said that this disease is not good."

If not, "The old man can cure the disease, I can also, the old man can't cure the disease, I can also."

The face is full of pride.

Then he got up and brushed his sleeves, and said in a conditional tone, "Man, I can help you cure, but you're going to let everyone go."

“Let him go?”Zhao Huai gritted his teeth, "You killed so many brothers, and you painted sulphur powder on the gold, clearly trying to blow up my high mountain village, how can I let you go?" 」

"Then I will not cure this disease, and the one who can cure it in the world today, you will not find the second one but me."

“You...”

"You are not at a loss."

The paralysis!

It's a big loss, okay.

Zhao Hua's heart is swaggering!

At this time, the scene almost raised its eyelids, held up hard, and walked over slightly.

Despite the injury, the king’s position is still sufficient.

Looking at Zhao Huai said, "Why do you have to struggle with death, although the alpine village is heavy, it is difficult to enter, it is difficult to go out, but your people are all weak soldiers, such as the same scattered sand, even if the number of people occupy the advantage, but the king's side of the people are not vegetarian, can kill the thirty or forty people under your hand, can also destroy you hundreds of thousands of people, now the king clothed three thousand soldiers, soon to the mountain, as long as the king will attack the mountain, as long as the mountain will be attacked, the mountain will be attacked, the last one will be attacked, the mountain will be attacked.It is razed to the ground, and it is a ruin, and if the king is you, let him cease as soon as possible, so that the consequences will not be severe.”

Under the strong tone, mixed with cold.

The so-called three thousand soldiers, let Zhao Huai's heart awe!

In fact, he had already anticipated it.

But the stubbornness and righteousness of the heart, after all, after all, so many brothers who have died, can they ignore it?

He walked around the brothers.

Hesitating in his heart.

Finally decided, a gritted teeth, "Well, as long as you can cure Zhao Qing, you can leave safely."

Then he carried Zhao Qing to the cottage backyard.

He also said to Mo Ruo, "You must first cure Zhao Qing's disease, you can leave, otherwise, even if the two lose, I will not hesitate."

Moru was surprised and distressed, "This disease is not a moment and a half can be cured, it is difficult, you still have to leave us for a year and a half?" 」

"Then in five days, five days, as long as Zhao Qing's condition is improved, and you must also ensure that he can continue to improve if you are not there, and I will let you go."

Five days?

You're kidding, aren't you?

Moro is clearly unacceptable.

And the scene said, “Five days and five days!”

Moro’s eyes were straight, and he walked over and said, “How is it possible for five days?”

“Aren’t you a doctor?”

“I am a divine doctor, not a single needle of salvation.”

Brother, don't play with me.

But Jingrong was resolute, deliberately lowered his voice, and said to his ear, "Are you sure you cure it well?"

"The right medicine, the problem is not big, but time is a problem, this disease to be cured, not a year and a half, it will not work."

"I didn't say I'll cure you in five days.""Moro, my original plan has been disrupted, and now I have been injured, just by son, and you, we can't get out, Jingzhou's three thousand soldiers and horses have not yet received my orders, not under the mountain, so hard is not enough, you should first blurt down, I also have to heal here, and then plan."

When he heard it, he sighed.

It should be down to Zhao Hua.

So -

The people and the people stayed in the cottage for a while.

Zhao Huai "doing east", kindly arranged a room, and prepared some medicinal materials to the scene, which was a treat.

Moro also took the time to treat.

Zhao Qing lay on the bed, and Moro took another pulse for him.

The eyebrows were locked for a moment, and they relaxed, allowing people to take a bag of silver needles and a glass lamp.

“Take off your clothes.”Orders.

The next to him was a little bit before he removed Zhao Qing’s clothes as he was told.

Mo Ru picked a slender silver needle from the silver bag, put it on the flame back and forth for a while, and then plunged into Zhao Qing's temple.

Take a few more, one in the head of Zhao Qing inside the acupuncture points.

But when Moro needle was ready to tie to the left side of Zhao Qing's throat, he found a small trace of stripes around his neck, such as a scar left by a knife scratch.

Zhao Huai saw his eyes fall on Zhao Qing's neck, and his sense of vigilance suddenly exploded.

The two fists clasped in secret.