Hilarious Xiuxian Meng fox is not allowed to escape

Chapter 1093 An Baobao's Treatment Method ([-])

When Luo Anan came out holding the second can of soup, what he saw was Mo Jiuxiao who was even paler.

First I drank a can of that disgusting thing, and then I drank a lot of coptis water.This kind of thing is torture to anyone.

But Luo Anan was taken aback by such a shit-shoveling officer, no, Hu Yu clearly said that the soup has no side effects!Why is the face of the shit shovel officer getting worse and worse?

"Jiuqing, get up quickly, the baby will ask Master to help you see a doctor!" Luo Anan helped Mo Jiuxiao up and was about to take someone out, but was stopped by the quick-eyed Uncle Mo.

"Ahem, don't bother Master with such a trivial matter."

It's too embarrassing, let Master know this and he doesn't have to be a human being.

Luo Anan had a serious face: "No, Jiuqing, it's not good to avoid illness and avoid medical treatment. Since you don't want to go out, then I invite Master to come over!"

As a result, Mo Jiuxiao didn't stop him this time, and Luo Anan ran very fast, and arrived at Qinglin Palace in no time.Uncle Mo threw himself on the pillow, and when he saw the intact pillow beside him, someone beat the pillow helplessly.

It's all your fault, as annoying as the little bastard.

After a while, An Baobao came back with his ears shrugged.Looks like a big hit.

Mo Jiuxiao couldn't help but said, "What did Master say?"

An Baobao burst into tears: "Master told us to get out now!"

"..."

It seems that the master knows everything, too, there is nothing about Tianmenzong that he doesn't know.

Someone had no choice but to regret (fortunately) say to Luo An'an: "Pack up your things."

It's good to leave, otherwise he will be tortured to death by the little bastard.

Luo An'an lowered her head unhappy, Master is really serious, it's fine if you don't treat Jiuqing, and drive them away!I have nothing to do with myself, but I am a shit-shoveling officer, so I don't know if I can get out of bed now!

While a certain one was thinking wildly, Mo Jiuxiao had already packed up his things and opened the door: "Are you still going?"

"Let's go." Luo Anan walked out the door with a soup can in his hands. "Jiuqing, lie on the bed well, you can't go yet..., ya! Go!"

By the time Luo Anan looked up, Mo Jiuxiao had already walked a long way.A certain one hurried to catch up: "Jiuqing, so you can still get out of bed!"

Mo Jiuxiao really wanted to shut up the little thing.What does it mean that he can still get out of bed, what can he do to the point where he can't get out of bed?

"I don't want to talk to you." Mo Jiuxiao continued to walk forward sullenly, deliberately leaving the little thing far behind.

Seeing the excrement shovel officer getting farther and farther away from him, even after leaving Qinglin Peak, he didn't stop to wait for him.A certain one got anxious, hugged the soup pot and shouted angrily: "Jiuqing, stop and drink the lamb kidney soup first!"

The sound was not loud, but it was enough for all the Tianmen Sect disciples nearby to hear it.

People eating melons: ... Σ(°△°|||)︴Master Mo wants to invigorate the kidneys, at such a young age, I didn’t expect it!

"Luoluo!" Mo Jiuxiao yelled out unbearably, and it was only then that An Baobao realized what he had said.A certain silly remedy: "That's mutton soup, not lamb kidney soup!"

There is no 300 taels of silver here, so I want to cover it up!This is the common thought in the hearts of all disciples.But in the next second, they were all caught together by Mo Jiuxiao, and a certain uncle walked towards them with a spirit sword in his hand: "It seems that in order to kill people, I have no choice but to violate the rules of the sect and kill my fellow sect!"

"Don't! We didn't hear anything!" Those disciples hugged together and almost peed in fright. Master Mo, don't be impulsive, impulsiveness is the devil!
"If you don't want to die, I swear that you will never tell anyone, or you will lose your cultivation!" Mo Jiuxiao spoke viciously in front of them, weighing the spirit sword.

(End of this chapter)