Chapter 350
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He wiped shangguanhuang clean, and murongsheng pulled people out directly. Murong Sheng opened his eyes and saw Shangguan Huang lying aside with his eyes closed, very quiet.
The exhausted murongsheng couldn't bring up much energy to talk: "now lie here for a while, and I'll throw you in when I clean up the dirty things inside."
A sick person must at least ensure a clean environment, so that he can get better faster.
As for the clothes the man is wearing inside... I'd better lose them. I'll wrap him a thick quilt and throw them in.
Murongsheng was about to flash into the secret place when he suddenly heard something. He pulled down the bed curtain and paid attention to the surrounding situation: "who! Who is here, come out!"
As soon as the voice fell, a man in black jumped down from the beam and knelt in front of Murong Sheng. The tone was bland: "master, I'm back."
"Potstickers?" Murong Sheng saw who was coming. He was relieved and put down his guard. "Is something wrong with you? You're only back now."
At that time, she asked the potstickers to block the shangguanhuang behind her. She didn't block it, but she was caught up by shangguanhuang. Then what happened next didn't give her a chance to breathe. In addition, the appearance time of potstickers was still short, so Murong Sheng forgot people directly before he got used to it.
Originally thought that the potstickers would be directly killed by shangguanhuang. Unexpectedly, he came back with nothing.
The potstickers didn't fluctuate because of Murong Sheng's excitement: "my subordinates were ordered acupoints by him at that time, and they couldn't be untied until the morning. Just when my subordinates were about to come back, someone broke in. My subordinates hurt their arms in a hand-to-hand fight, and there was no big problem elsewhere."
Hurt your arm?
Murong Sheng quickly walked over and took a look at the cut sleeve. There was a small scar on his arm.
But... There was no sign of bleeding in the wound, like the meat was cut open, which seemed very strange.
This
She can cure a living person, but she really hasn't met the living dead person who was injured. You can only ask the client: "do you know how to treat your injuries?"
Who knows, potstickers don't know: "subordinates don't know."
Murong Sheng sighed, which made her feel a little worried. Potstickers have died once. Even if the wound is not treated, it will not be infected, let alone dead. However, it's not good to let freedom go.
If one day someone hurts his face, wouldn't it be frightening to go out.
Murong Sheng thought and sprinkled some spring water on the wound. I hope it will have an effect, but Murong Sheng can't tell whether it has an effect or how big it is.
After all, Murong Sheng didn't understand what spring was.
"Potstickers, you stay in the house. Don't let anyone near the bed. I'll be back in a minute."
When the potstickers came back, murongsheng was relieved. Murong Sheng still believes in the ability of potstickers.
As soon as I left, there were only two people left in the room. In addition, potstickers are a living dead man who doesn't need to breathe at all. People can't hear that there are two people in this room.
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He wiped shangguanhuang clean, and murongsheng pulled people out directly. Murong Sheng opened his eyes and saw Shangguan Huang lying aside with his eyes closed, very quiet.
The exhausted murongsheng couldn't bring up much energy to talk: "now lie here for a while, and I'll throw you in when I clean up the dirty things inside."
A sick person must at least ensure a clean environment, so that he can get better faster.
As for the clothes the man is wearing inside... I'd better lose them. I'll wrap him a thick quilt and throw them in.
Murongsheng was about to flash into the secret place when he suddenly heard something. He pulled down the bed curtain and paid attention to the surrounding situation: "who! Who is here, come out!"
As soon as the voice fell, a man in black jumped down from the beam and knelt in front of Murong Sheng. The tone was bland: "master, I'm back."
"Potstickers?" Murong Sheng saw who was coming. He was relieved and put down his guard. "Is something wrong with you? You're only back now."
At that time, she asked the potstickers to block the shangguanhuang behind her. She didn't block it, but she was caught up by shangguanhuang. Then what happened next didn't give her a chance to breathe. In addition, the appearance time of potstickers was still short, so Murong Sheng forgot people directly before he got used to it.
Originally thought that the potstickers would be directly killed by shangguanhuang. Unexpectedly, he came back with nothing.
The potstickers didn't fluctuate because of Murong Sheng's excitement: "my subordinates were ordered acupoints by him at that time, and they couldn't be untied until the morning. Just when my subordinates were about to come back, someone broke in. My subordinates hurt their arms in a hand-to-hand fight, and there was no big problem elsewhere."
Hurt your arm?
Murong Sheng quickly walked over and took a look at the cut sleeve. There was a small scar on his arm.
But... There was no sign of bleeding in the wound, like the meat was cut open, which seemed very strange.
This
She can cure a living person, but she really hasn't met the living dead person who was injured. You can only ask the client: "do you know how to treat your injuries?"
Who knows, potstickers don't know: "subordinates don't know."
Murong Sheng sighed, which made her feel a little worried. Potstickers have died once. Even if the wound is not treated, it will not be infected, let alone dead. However, it's not good to let freedom go.
If one day someone hurts his face, wouldn't it be frightening to go out.
Murong Sheng thought and sprinkled some spring water on the wound. I hope it will have an effect, but Murong Sheng can't tell whether it has an effect or how big it is.
After all, Murong Sheng didn't understand what spring was.
"Potstickers, you stay in the house. Don't let anyone near the bed. I'll be back in a minute."
When the potstickers came back, murongsheng was relieved. Murong Sheng still believes in the ability of potstickers.
As soon as I left, there were only two people left in the room. In addition, potstickers are a living dead man who doesn't need to breathe at all. People can't hear that there are two people in this room.
He wiped shangguanhuang clean, and murongsheng pulled people out directly. Murong Sheng opened his eyes and saw Shangguan Huang lying aside with his eyes closed, very quiet.The exhausted murongsheng couldn't bring up much energy to talk: "now lie here for a while, and I'll throw you in when I clean up the dirty things inside."A sick person must at least ensure a clean environment, so that he can get better faster.As for the clothes the man is wearing inside... I'd better lose them. I'll wrap him a thick quilt and throw them in.Murongsheng was about to flash into the secret place when he suddenly heard something. He pulled down the bed curtain and paid attention to the surrounding situation: "who! Who is here, come out!"As soon as the voice fell, a man in black jumped down from the beam and knelt in front of Murong Sheng. The tone was bland: "master, I'm back.""Potstickers?" Murong Sheng saw who was coming. He was relieved and put down his guard. "Is something wrong with you? You're only back now."At that time, she asked the potstickers to block the shangguanhuang behind her. She didn't block it, but she was caught up by shangguanhuang. Then what happened next didn't give her a chance to breathe. In addition, the appearance time of potstickers was still short, so Murong Sheng forgot people directly before he got used to it.Originally thought that the potstickers would be directly killed by shangguanhuang. Unexpectedly, he came back with nothing.The potstickers didn't fluctuate because of Murong Sheng's excitement: "my subordinates were ordered acupoints by him at that time, and they couldn't be untied until the morning. Just when my subordinates were about to come back, someone broke in. My subordinates hurt their arms in a hand-to-hand fight, and there was no big problem elsewhere."Hurt your arm?Murong Sheng quickly walked over and took a look at the cut sleeve. There was a small scar on his arm.But... There was no sign of bleeding in the wound, like the meat was cut open, which seemed very strange.ThisShe can cure a living person, but she really hasn't met the living dead person who was injured. You can only ask the client: "do you know how to treat your injuries?"Who knows, potstickers don't know: "subordinates don't know."Murong Sheng sighed, which made her feel a little worried. Potstickers have died once. Even if the wound is not treated, it will not be infected, let alone dead. However, it's not good to let freedom go.If one day someone hurts his face, wouldn't it be frightening to go out.Murong Sheng thought and sprinkled some spring water on the wound. I hope it will have an effect, but Murong Sheng can't tell whether it has an effect or how big it is.After all, Murong Sheng didn't understand what spring was."Potstickers, you stay in the house. Don't let anyone near the bed. I'll be back in a minute."When the potstickers came back, murongsheng was relieved. Murong Sheng still believes in the ability of potstickers.As soon as I left, there were only two people left in the room. In addition, potstickers are a living dead man who doesn't need to breathe at all. People can't hear that there are two people in this room.
