Dress as a princess to be a group pet

Chapter 1112 Intermittent Neuropathy 11
Although he said that he would kill her just now, she didn't feel the slightest murderous intent, but now?
Why did he suddenly want to kill himself? Could it be because of what she said just now?

Could it be that he had some ulterior disease, and he thought she had discovered his condition, so she wanted to kill her to silence it?
Wan Wan tried her best to calm down her heart, swallowed her saliva, and said in a calm tone, "I only know that you are sick, but I don't know what it is!"

She is telling the truth, although she is known as a medical genius, but she really failed to diagnose what disease he has. is a bit difficult.

Nanfeng Lianxue stared at her for a while, the murderous look in his eyes slowly faded, he slumped on the soft couch with all four limbs weak, and said coldly, "I don't know what kind of disease it is, but you dare to give me random needles?"

"I think you were a little out of your mind just now. I was afraid that you would kill me, so I gave you an injection to make you calm down."

"crazy?"

Nanfeng Lianxue took a deep breath and clenched her fists. If he hadn't been unable to exert all his strength, he would have already severely punished this ignorant little thing.

He fell down on the bed angrily, and secretly adjusted his body, trying to restore his body to a normal state earlier.

"Yes, uncle, if you are sick, you have to be treated. It would be a pity if such a handsome man like you became a lunatic."

As Wan Wan said, he ran to the bed, picked up a small cabinet next to the bed, opened the cabinet, and took out a leather bag containing silver needles.

She took the purse and walked slowly towards Nanfeng Lianxue.

"Uncle, don't move around. If I accidentally tie the wrong pillow, it will be a big problem. Uncle is so good at martial arts. You should know the importance of acupuncture points. A slight deviation will kill you." .”

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Wanwan looked at Nan Fenglianxue, whose face was full of anger, with bulging veins, and smiled brilliantly.

She took out a thin and long silver needle from her purse, shook her head, and said triumphantly, "Uncle, I guarantee that you will feel much better after I have a needle with you."

(End of this chapter)