3109 Heavy-handed
Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao tilted her petite head, carefully scrutinizing him from up, down, left, and right for an extended period. Then, she raised her petite head and nodded at him coldly.
“Why is he so annoying?” Qiao Mu shot a cold glance at Ali, who seemed to start with a string of sarcastic remarks. “Isn’t it annoying that a man talks so much?”
“Me, me! What?” How can he be annoying? He’s just asking a question. Why is that annoying?
“Are you going to shut him up?” Qiao Mu asked coldly.
“Big Bro! Look at her.”
“Shut up,” Asi said indifferently.
Ali suddenly felt as if the sky was falling. He turned around with a swish, and his puppy eyes glistened with tears as he looked pitifully at his brother.
Ming Asi patted him on the shoulder. Big Bro is saving you. You don’t want to be mute for the rest of your life, right?
Ming Asi found a damp rock and sat down. He raised his arm slightly and said with a cold expression, “See.”
Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao pattered forward, stepping on the water. She bounced onto the stone beside him and half-squatted down.
“My arm was heavily injured by Mo Lian before,” Ming Asi said coldly. “Now, I’ve suffered some abrasions. That’s an additional injury. Are you truly confident that you can recover it instantly?”
“If Mo Lian hadn’t hurt me, how could those men in black hurt me?”
“Can you shut up?” Qiao Mu looked up at him impatiently.
The two of them locked eyes. One was as cold as frost, while the other suppressed an intense emotion on the brink of eruption.
“You’re being unfair to me,” Ming Asi suddenly remarked.
Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao brusquely rolled her eyes. Despite his continuous complaints, her hands were swift.
A few silver needles fell, aligning the dislocated meridians to the standard class. Then, a stream of water flowed from her hand, cleansing his wound.
As the clotted blood was washed away, fresh blood was revealed.
Qiao Mu apathetically applied a stick of hemostatic powder to his arm.
Then, she rubbed it twice. The pain caused him to grimace, and he shifted his arm slightly. Yet, he endured it, refraining from any outburst.
Qiao Mu ignored his remarks. She took out a box of ointment, mixed it in her hand, and applied it generously to his wound.
Much like this thorny little girl, her hands seemed to be covered in prickles.
“Go ahead and endure it,” Qiao Mu bluntly stated. “My hemostatic powder is paired with dispersing ointment. If I rub it like this for three minutes, I guarantee you’ll fully recover in no time.”
If not for the Purple Abyss Grass, who would tolerate her rubbing his wound? Bah!
“Give it to me!”
Ming Asi pursed his lips and crossed his long legs. He took out a bag of spirit currency and a stalk of Purple Abyss Grass from his inner world, tossing them into the little fellow’s hands.
“This crown prince is a man of his word. Would he lie to a little girl like you?”
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