I was stared at by the sick dragon cub! !

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I was stared at by the sick Jiaolong cub! !

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Chapter 11 The Medicine Bucket She Used

    Although there was some rust on the low end of the flying magic weapon, the flying speed was not too slow under the driving of the spirit stone, and Mulberry quickly returned to the mountain peak where he lived with the'Monster One'.

    It took a lot of effort to open the restriction skillfully before Mulberry managed to get the'person' into the bamboo house.

    "..." With the few remaining spiritual power, the "seriously injured" slave was suspended on the only bamboo bed in the bamboo house. Mulberry lifted his hand to take off the veil, without stopping, he turned and walked outside the door.

    She is going to the Danfang.

    After all, there are still relatively few pill that I wear on my body. Serious injuries like little monsters need a medicated bath with mild medicinal properties.

    Besides...

    Sang Ye turned sideways and glanced at the little monster with closed eyes, and gave an objective evaluation-

    he was shrinking in the corner before and couldn't see anything, now he looks like a boy of seventeen or eighteen. Up.

    Otherwise, when the medicine is prepared, she still uses her spiritual power to fold a few small paper people. She uses her spiritual power to control the small paper and people help give him medicine. After all, she doesn’t care about seeing his body, but The little monster may not be reluctant to be seen with its scarred body.

    Sang Ye closed the door gently, walked quickly towards the pill, and quickly figured in her mind what kind of medicated bath to be equipped with. She didn't realize that she thought it was just a little monster of seventeen or eighteen years old, but in fact it was already. An old monster that has lived for more than one thousand six hundred years.

    ——If he started to calculate his age before he broke his shell.

    Mulberry's footsteps faded away, and the bamboo house became quiet.

    A certain monster who had been breathing smoothly and was gently held up by Mulberry Leaf's spiritual power also slowly opened his eyes.

    It's just that the blood-colored pupils didn't have the emotions that Mulberry had seen before, only a feeling of indifference.

    The shadow entangled at the slave's fingertips, like a loyal believer, giving detailed feedback to its owner the information collected during the flight:

    From the handyman department to the place where the mulberry leaf now lives, I have passed several hills, what kind of path is between the mountain and the mountain, and most of the plants planted are spirit trees or ordinary trees...

    even mulberry leaves. I looked at him a few times along the way, lost a few hairs by the wind, and laughed quietly three times...The little things that this monster didn't care about (?) were completely recorded.

    "..." He didn't let the shadow record this.

    The monster raised its eyebrows, solemnly and unilaterally'fucked' (beaten) and'flowed' (beat) with the shadow that he had always been brutal and would not pay attention to human movements, and then collected the shadow and lay quietly on the mulberry leaves. Above the warm spiritual power.