Qiao Mu did not refuse when he heard this. It was mid-June now. If the rules of the previous life did not reverse and the time was correct, fifteen days later, that is, on the first day of the July 19th, a terrifying disaster would break out, the disaster of the corpse puppet.

At that time, this chaotic world will be more difficult to survive than now.

Everyone will use the medicine. When this ointment is applied, it feels that the wound will no longer hurt. It has excellent bleeding-resistance effect and the color of the scars will immediately become lighter. It is a very different difference from the therapeutic effects of low-quality medicines circulating in the world. It must be a very good quality medicine.

Since someone gave her wealth and generously, please accept it.

"Okay, the wound will basically be scabbed by night. When you wake up, your hands will recover as before." The boy held her thin wrist and blew gently, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Qiao Mu couldn't help rolling his eyes at him, thinking that he was a pharmacist? He was still breathing! She knew that after the corpse puppet broke out in the last life, a group of people with special abilities appeared besides Xuanshi, including the pharmacist with medicine power all over his body.

If you are a high-level pharmacist, you can indeed blow away a person's wound by blowing a few breaths, but the premise is that you have to be a pharmacist!! And you have to be a high-level pharmacist or above! Your every breath of breath with the power of medicine is included. You can heal the crowd by blowing a few breaths with the power of medicine.

But you are not a pharmacist for a young man! Qiao Mu thrust his little hand, but he still didn't pull it back, so he glared at him. OK, you! You have bandaged it all over again, so why don't you let it go?

Prince Lian ignored the little girl's glaring eyes at all, and even reached out to pinch her angry little face, "Why don't you speak?"

Not in the mood!

"We have to talk even if we are not in the mood. People need to communicate to each other in order to get to know each other more."

Who wants to know you!

A certain child stared at his round eyes and almost wanted to swear!

Mo Lian burst out laughing, stretched out her finger and poked her little face without any flesh, "We are friends!"

friend?

Qiao Mu's dark eyes became colder little by little, as if a basin of ice water was poured into those beautiful eyes, which became even more and more cold.

“I don’t need it.”

She doesn't need things like friends at all? Friends? What are friends? Friends are used to sell them, but they are just high and low.

The friend she believed in finally sent her into a cage for experimentation, broke her limbs, allowing her to live a life of crawling in the dark forever.

He used some strange little hammers and nails to knock on her, looking for clues to enhance the inner world.

In the past, she naively believed that there was really something like true love in the world. Then? No one seemed to have given her such a luxurious thing except her depressed mother who passed away early.

Later she didn't need anything, she didn't need anything.

Now, there is no need for such vulgar things. Friends? True love? She doesn't have it, and she doesn't need others to give her, because it's also very good to be alone.

It was obviously a pair of overly beautiful and beautiful eyes, but they were filled with such a cold light. This was really inconsistent.

"Jojo, we will become friends." The young man tilted his head lightly, with a slight interest and expectation in his eyes. "Look, even if you don't speak, I can understand your thoughts in seconds. What does this mean? This is the so-called fate, right?"
Chapter completed!