The Evil King and Medical Goddess Wife: Whose Hand Covers the World

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801, don't be frivolous

The seven girls were pardoned and grateful to Dade, while the new girl Antana followed the many girls on her knees and thanked her. In fact, she was resentful.

She wished to hear the screams of the **** who robbed her. Of course, it would be better if the ugly monsters on the side of the leader were pulled together.

With that, he secretly stared at Gu Qianxue secretly.

Qianxue only felt an uncomfortable sight betting on her body, looked at it curiously, but found nothing special, actually collided with Antana's sight.

The reason why Gu Qianxue chose Antana is naturally because Antana is beautiful and loves beauty.

She smiled at Antana.

Antana froze for a moment, and squeezed out a weird smile.

Qianxue didn't go to her heart, only when Antana was shy, not to mention that the two were destined to be passers-by, she had no intention of deep friendship.

The seven women were brought down, and Antana was also taken down, except that the first seven were sent to a place dedicated to witchcraft training, and Antana was the palace where only the saints can live.

Gong Lingan and his party returned to Xilin.

"Hey, Gong Ling'an, can you answer my question," Qian Xue was full of doubts, "Why should I choose a sage? The sage will be your wife and concubine in the future, and you should choose according to your aesthetics."

Gong Ling'an didn't answer, but just calmly went to the house in the center of tortoiseshell. "This seat is hungry."

Gu Qianxue was stunned, "Hungry? Didn't you just eat it?"

Gong Lingan didn't answer, just glanced at her coldly.

"Walk around, wait a minute, I'll cook now." The chef ran to the kitchen with his fate, put on an apron, washed his hands, and started cooking.

That night.

After a treatment for the dumb slave, Gu Qianxue lay in bed, thinking about what was happening in the day.

There is a panic in my heart, but I don't know where it is. Is it a saint?

Why let her choose?

Neuropathy!

Forcing himself to suppress his uncomfortable heart, Gu Qianxue remembered another thing.

She anxiously took out the dark whistle and put it hesitantly in her mouth.

Why be upset? Is it because she does not ensure that the other party can receive the message, maybe the other party is not there, after all, she can't stay for 24 hours? Perhaps the other party could not find a breakthrough and temporarily gave up her rescue. Perhaps more... surrounded by poison outside the tortoiseshell, and a strange formation, she was afraid of the people in the Blood Moon Tower...

Without blowing the whistle, there is hope in my heart.

Blow it, maybe it breaks.

Gu Qianxue decided not to blow, just leave a thought for himself and sigh.

But because of this sigh, she had forgotten that there was a whistle in her mouth, and she blew out a blast of gas.

"..." Gu Qianxue hurriedly took the secret whistle.

Something that surprised her happened. As soon as her dark whistle was taken down, her pinna shook.

She froze in bed, her eyes full of disbelief.

he is?

Somehow, she had a hunch that it was Lu Weilou who wasn't the one who answered her message.

If it was Lu Weilou, how would he blow it? Did you remove the mask, or plug the dark whistle under the mask?

While smiling, Gu Qianxue continued to whistle.

The man outside continued to respond.

So the two of you blow me back to midnight until Gu Qianxue fell asleep.

In a flash, three days passed.

Gu Qianxue had a big gain in these three days, that is, the condition of the dumb slave has been greatly improved.

Although the dumb can't speak yet, his tongue moved.

At noon, Gong Lingan came to Xilin's small house as usual, and saw this situation.

In the clean and quiet courtyard, under the willow trees, the green wicker fluttered in the wind. The two girls sat on the stone benches under the trees, and the dumb mouths grew, and Gu Qianxue used a long silver needle to pierce the dumb mouths. Of acupuncture points.

"Does it hurt here?"

The dumb frowned, but the expression was happy, and nodded.

"What about here?"

The dumb nodded again.

Gu Qianxue was also delighted, and took back the silver needle, "Try, move your tongue, just move a little bit."

The dumb nodded and worked very hard.

But desperately, the pink soft tongue remained immobile.

The dumb slave looked down, but Gu Qianxue chuckled softly and said softly, "Ya Yabei is discouraged. This is only three days. If three days can cure a person's dumb disease for more than ten years, I am not a person. It’s God."

When the dumb thought it was the same, he nodded happily and expressed it in sign language-Qianxue, I like you the most, and I would like to give you everything.

Qian Xue saw that the dumb was so cute, and couldn’t help but reach out and squeezed her small chin, “Okay, then you come to be my wife, warm me up tonight.”

"Cough."

A slight cough interrupted the conversation between the two.

I didn't know when, Gong Lingan actually entered the courtyard, standing in the middle of the courtyard to enjoy the scenery.

The accompanying priest guarded at the door, if a sculpture.

Looking at the dumb slave again, a small blush looks like a cloud of clouds.

Although Chu Yanguo is open to folk customs, it is also aimed at other countries. What kind of wife and what kind of hot bed can't be joked in Chu Yanguo.

Gu Qianxue gave Gong Lingan a disgruntled glance, "What's wrong?"

"No." Gong Lingan answered.

"No cough, what are you coughing?" Gu Qianxue snorted coldly, wiped and disinfected the silver needle with wine, and then retracted it into the bag.

After a few days of getting along, Gu Qianxue performed well, so he had some freedom. For example, he can read the basic medical book of Chu Yanguo, he can have a set of silver needles, and he can extract some penicillin and alcohol.

Gong Ling'an laughed, "Don't you know that coughing has another purpose-to remind you."

"Remind me what?" Qian Xue's voice was unpleasant, "Remind me to cook, a certain bucket is hungry again?"

The dumb smiled and liked to listen to the quarrel between the master and Gu Qianxue, but I don’t know when they started to quarrel.

At first, the dumb men were still very worried. Later, they found that they were just quarreling and playing, the master was not angry, and Qianxue was decent, so he felt relieved.

"Remind you not to ruin the dumb slave," Gong Lingan said bluntly. "Your thick-skinned skin does not mean that others have thick-skinned skin. If such words spread, the reputation will be ruined."

Gu Qianxue sneered, "What's the matter? Warm bed? Hey, you guys are so funny. The weather is cold at night. I can't find a sister who is warm and warm. What's wrong? Didn't you find you to warm the bed?"

Gong Lingan's beautiful frown is tight, "Can you not be so frivolous?"

Qian Xue laughed, "The little girl is born to be romantic, and I'm sorry to block your eyes. Otherwise, you just treat me as a fart, let go?"

Gong Lingan frowned deeper, "Can you not be so rude."

Qian Xue shrugged. "The Archbishop has a lot of things to do." He said that he was too lazy to talk to him and started working in the kitchen as a cook.

Into the night.

The dumb returned to the room to rest, Gu Qianxue could not wait to pull out the dark whistle, and blew up against Lu Weilou until he fell asleep.

Sleeping soundly, she suddenly felt someone pressing on her.

The drowsiness disappeared without a trace, because she could feel that a man was crushed on her, and she screamed badly-Gong Lingan wouldn't really come... Warm the bed?