Traveling through the beast world: I took the system to the pinnacle of life

Chapter 172.

Song Jinqiao originally thought that Mu Mu would retreat in the face of difficulties, but he suddenly became enlightened as if he had opened up the two channels of Ren and Du. He is as if he can't see the intimate behavior, and even more shamelessly, he sees it openly.

After discovering this, Song Jinqiao refused to let Bai Di and the others play hooligans in broad daylight.

Baidi Cangye sighed somewhat disappointed.

I didn't expect Jojo to react so quickly.

In the past few days, apart from the scoundrel Mu Mu who made her helpless, and Yan Mo's poisonous tongue, she was also helpless.

The reason for this is probably like this...

One day, the veterinarian and the patriarch were discussing how to set up traps to strengthen the defense of the tribe. Song Jinqiao happened to see it and mentioned a few words. There are rewards.

Song Jinqiao had nothing to do anyway, so she agreed.

The patriarch and the veterinarian said that they asked the clansmen to help her because they were afraid that she could not do it alone.

When Yan Mo came over, she was trying to grind a branch with a dagger.

"With you like this, I'm afraid you won't be able to finish it even if all the clansmen are dead."

Youyou's words were like a ghost, Song Jinqiao's hand holding the dagger trembled, and then realized what he was talking about, and couldn't help ironing: "Then I didn't see the young patriarch come to help."

Standing on the side, Yan Mo glanced at her lightly with a pair of dark purple eyes, and the slender eyelashes drooped slightly: "You didn't ask me."

Song Jinqiao hehe: "If I ask, will you come to help?"

"will not."

Song Jinqiao vomited blood.

Then what a ghost!
Unexpectedly, Yan Mo seemed to understand what was going on in her heart, with a handsome face that was delicate and indifferent, with silver hair like a moon, she said softly, "I'll just talk about it."

Song Jinqiao: "..."

She took a deep breath, squeezed out a smirk, and said with a smile: "So, what is the young patriarch here for?"

"The beast father asked me to help you."

"Then why don't you come and help!"

"I see that you are working hard, and I don't have the heart to disturb you."

Song Jinqiao: "..."

Song Jinqiao vomited blood again.

She twitched the corners of her lips, heheed twice, and suddenly clenched the roughly cut wooden stick tightly in her hand.

At a certain moment, she suddenly felt that Mu Mu was much more pleasing to the eye than Yan Mo.

Sure enough, without comparison, there is no harm.

Xiaoling couldn't bear the host being played around by those two scoundrels and their vicious tongue, but it couldn't do anything.

Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow...

Song Jinqiao was so angry with those two bastards that her whole head hurt. The next morning, when she got out of bed with her stomach covered, she couldn't help but curse.

Now it's all right, not only my brain hurts, but my stomach hurts too.

Seeing her pale face, Baidi hugged her worriedly.

"Are you ok?"

Song Jinqiao leaned against his chest, and only after a while did she weakly say a word: "It's okay."

Bai Di patted her head, and said softly, "I'll go and boil a pot of hot water."

Song Jinqiao sat on the wooden chair, looked at his back as he left, feeling weak, her lips turned white.

She felt that her hands and feet were icy, and her stomach seemed to have been hit hard by a hammer, and the pain was terrific.

As soon as Mu Mu came in, he saw her sickly appearance, and before he had time to ask, the bloody smell in the air made his face change slightly.

(End of this chapter)