[Thunderbolt] The dragon sings for Qinghua

"Painted out." Holding the sword, Long Su said faintly to Mu Shaoai who was beside him.

"..." Mu Shaoai was silent, looking into Shanglongsu's dark golden eyes, remembering that he just took advantage of the Confucian leader's head in words, and felt a chill down his spine for some reason.

After coughing twice, Mu Shaoai turned sideways and made a gesture of invitation: "Longshou, this way please."

Not long after walking behind Mu Shaoai with his sword in his arms, Long Su saw a few houses, and with his perfect night vision, he also saw the sleepy child rubbing his eyes leaning against the door.

Long Su stopped and didn't move forward, Mu Shaoai also saw the figure at the door, frowned and smiled again: "I said Ninth Young Master, what do you want to do when you don't sleep in the house in the middle of the night? ?”

"Hmph, Smelly Shaoai, it's obviously because you don't sleep in the middle of the night and don't know what to do when you run out, which makes me worry." The soft and waxy voice unique to children preached to Mu Shaoai with a delicate and innocent voice.

"Hey, why did you go and pick up two people all night?" As the child was talking, he was about to run up to watch Long Su, but before he ran a few steps, Mu Shaoai grabbed him by the collar.

"Mai is making trouble, go to bed quickly, I have something to do."

"Ha, I see, Shaoai, you must have no money to buy candied haws, so you go out to find sick people to earn money for medicine."

Mu Shaoai couldn't laugh or cry and didn't dare to look at Long Su's face, so he could only coax Ah Jiu to go back to sleep first, but when he turned around, he found that Long Su was still standing outside. seriously injured...

It was only when he approached Long Su with the annoyance of his momentary negligence that he realized that the space around Long Su was unbelievably warm. Mu Shaoai glanced at a piece of inconspicuous jade that was placed in Jianzi's arms and said with emotion: "People speak Confucianism. Menlongshou is very rich, and now it seems that his reputation is well-deserved."

"Does the pharmacist not heal?"

"Doctor, of course he needs to be treated, how could Wushuang Guchen not treat him?"

After Long Su put Jianzi on the bed, he turned around and was about to leave. Mu Shaoai, who was about to check Jianzi's condition, said in surprise, "You didn't wait for my diagnosis?"

"Mu Shaoai, the pharmacist, is known as a genius doctor. He is allowed to live under the glazed fairyland. Based on this alone, Long Su can feel at ease, let alone I have to leave."

"It turns out that I was wrong." While talking, Mu Shaoai's hand had already cut Jianzi's pulse: "Does Longshou want to go up immediately to avenge his friend?"

Long Su smirked when he heard the words: "Yi thinks she has a plan, but she doesn't know that she has already become someone else's urn, and Jianzi is just asking for it."

"Although it is self-inflicted, it is also reasonable."

Standing by the door, Long Su looked at the pharmacist who was healing the sword and didn't say a word, until Mu Shaoai stopped before asking: "What's the matter?"

"Although the injury is serious, it's okay, but I'm afraid I won't be able to move my body these days."

"Jianzi's injury disturbed the pharmacist's sleep. Now that the white dew has come out, if Jianzi wakes up and finds out that his savior has been awake all night because of him, I'm afraid it will be even more disturbing."

Mu Shaoai looked at Jianzi Xianji who was still lying on the bed unconsciously with some sympathy, and he didn't know if it was a blessing or a curse to have such a close friend.

It's not that he dared not, it's just that some people don't have that kind of friendship, and at the same time, they also have their status. The Shulou Longsu in front of him is like this. He can come thousands of miles for his best friend, but he doesn't He would shake his position for someone, and with his prominent status, he still sat securely as the head of the Confucian clan of bloodthirsty people. This method and scheming are no less than that of one of his neighbors.

Although Mu Shaoai wasn't afraid of trouble, he wouldn't ask for trouble either: "That's fine." With a reply, he left the door.