Chapter 4189 4.1789 Broken Wrist

He took the sword, but Qiao Mu grabbed his hand and shouted angrily, "What are you doing?"

Duanmuqing was a little confused by her scolding, and said in a low voice, "Chop, just chop this wrist..."

"Ha!" Qiao Mu sneered, "You are a strong man who broke your wrist, and you don't feel bad at all."

Qi Xuanxuan wiped away her tears, "Brother Duanmu, why don't we think of another way."

In his anger, Qiao Mu burned the little corpse puppet bird on the ground that had been chopped into several pieces by Duanmu Qing, and burned it into ashes.

This abominable corpse puppet bird, she couldn't help recalling that the last time she was in Qianluo's underground battlefield, she was bitten by a corpse puppet released by that boy You Hui.

It was this seemingly harmless little corpse bird that bit her.

They always like to hide behind or inside the corpse puppet, and give a fatal blow at any time.

Duanmuqing glanced at her helplessly, and said in a low voice, "Qiao Qiao, if this corpse poison is controlled with potency, the potency must be replenished every two days, otherwise it will spread to my arm again."

"I can't guarantee that one day, my medicinal power suddenly can't keep up..."

It's not as good as a strong man who breaks his wrist simply and neatly.

Duanmuqing is not a person who likes to drag others down. Anyway, he bites his left wrist, which will not affect his usual sword-holding.

Even if he bites his right wrist today, it's not a big deal for him to practice his left-handed sword from scratch.

"Shut up!!" Xiao Mian paralyzed him angrily, and suddenly pressed a handful of ointment to his wound, and crushed it with his small hand very fiercely.

Duanmu Qingjun's face twitched slightly in pain, but he refrained from making a sound.

"Joe, Jojo." Qi Xuanxuan was a little startled, and reached out and poked the back of her hand.

The face of the face paralyzed is ugly, and the cold light in his eyes can freeze the Duanmu in front of him into slag.

This person doesn't talk much on weekdays, but it seems that every time he makes a decision, he doesn't take his body seriously at all.

Oh, it's so decisive!

Broken wrist? Probably still thinking in my heart, fortunately, it wasn't the right wrist that was broken!

I really want to kill him!

Mo Lian came over, raised her hand and patted Duanmuqing's shoulder, took his hand, and naturally penetrated into the medicinal power.

Duanmuqing's eyes suddenly moved, he looked at the prince in surprise, and said in a low voice, "God level?"

God-level pharmacist!

He could feel that the medicinal power from the prince was at least one level higher than his.

If he is a heaven-level pharmacist, the prince is at least a god-level pharmacist.

Really strong.

Duanmuqing thought in his heart, a sense of awe for high-level pharmacists spontaneously emerged.

"Okay, keep it under control for now. Qiaoqiao will think of a way." Mo Lian glanced at him and tugged at the little guy Liang Qinqin's little hand.

He touched her head soothingly, "Jojo, it's alright."

"Ha!" A sneering laughter came in from outside the crowd.

I saw two rows of guards on Yaowang Island, and Ni Hanzhi walked over like the stars were holding the moon.

When Ni girl's eyes fell on the prince, her face suddenly looked very ugly.

As soon as he made a sound, he asked loudly, "So you two are both pharmacists! I asked in the City Lord's Mansion just now, why didn't you speak up when there was a pharmacist?"

"It's too selfish!" Ni Hanzhi looked at the two men in front of her with cold eyes.

Both are good looking people.

At this time, Duanmuqing was injured, with blood stains on his face and wrists. He was supported by Lu Yu by the side, but it did not affect his handsomeness in the slightest, but added a bit of beauty to his illness.