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Chapter 818 2.254 I don¡¯t want you

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    Mo Lian pursed her lips into a straight line, and unhappily stepped forward to pick up the little monk, "I'll take you there."

    "No, no, no, you are so fierce, I can't pee in front of you!" The little bald head kicked his legs and shouted angrily.

    Mo Lian was happy and said, "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 female benefactor, a female benefactor, wuwuwu." The young monk cried pitifully. Zangyue, who had just entered the temple, couldn't help but be startled when he saw this posture.

    She snatched the little monk from his hand with a quick move, glanced at him with a slight pull on her lips, "You're so promising, the kids are also bullying you."

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

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

    "Female donor." The young monk looked at Duan Yue with disgust again, "I don't want you! I want a female donor."

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

    "Where did this weird little monk come from?" Duan Yue silently glanced at the two people's leaving figures, then looked at Mo Lian, "Hey, when are you going back."

    "I won't follow you."

    "Why don't we just go all the way?" Zangyue raised his arms and glanced at him, then said with a gloating smile, "Qiaoqiao said, let's go together!"

    Mo Lian:

    It makes me upset to see how strong this kid is.

    After serving the little monk at the other end of the tree, he took the child all the way back.

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

    Wenren Ningjing finished treating a patient and looked up just in time to see Qiao Mu passing by. She turned away with a sullen face and was not very happy to greet this person.

    "Hello." Qiao Mu walked up to Wenren Ningjing with her little bald head in hand. Kong Roumiao beside her immediately raised her chin like a rooster, with a vigilant expression preparing for war.

    "What do you want to do again? We are here to treat you, and we have no time to talk to you!" Kong Rou said with a sharp expression.

    "Here, here you go." Xiao Mianpan was too lazy to talk to Kong Roumiao and directly threw out a box of ointment in front of Wenren Ningjing.

    "Once in the morning and once in the evening, the scar can be removed within a day." After saying that, before Wenren Ningjing could react, he picked up his little bald head and turned around and left.

    Kong Roumiao¡¯s face twisted in anger, she grabbed half a palm-sized ointment and wanted to throw it away.

    "Wait a minute." Wen Renjing stopped her, took the ointment box, opened it and smelled it, with a look of surprise on his face.

    "What's wrong?" Kong Roumiao asked curiously.

    "The best medicine for wounds actually smells purer than the medicine made by my master." Wenren Ningjing subconsciously raised her hand to touch the shallow mark on her chin.

    "Impossible." Kong Rou said in a delicate tone, "Maybe she tampered with the medicine and wanted to disfigure you."

    Wenren shook his head quietly, "She won't."

    "You also know?"

    "She is such a proud person, she would not bother to do this."

    "Female donor, it's a good thing that you donated medicine. If you don't tell others about your kindness, how will some people understand you?" the young monk couldn't help but ask.

    "Why do I need others to understand."

    "Hey, I really worry about you." The young monk sighed deeply.

    Qiao Mu couldn't help but feel a little funny, and raised her hand to touch his bald head, "I'm going home, I'm going home to celebrate the New Year." (Remember this site's website address: www.hlnovel.com
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