Fast-passing system: female support, not serious

Chapter 188 Goodbye, Little Monk (13)

The abbot looked at them with a serious and annoyed face: "Who started this?"

Lu Wu frowned, and his calm eyes fell on his younger brothers.

The younger brothers lowered their heads tremblingly and remained silent.

"Hey." The abbot sighed, "Put Song Wenzhu on the bed, and then call the doctor to take a look. After all, he is a fellow apprentice, and what he did this time is wrong. Each of you takes turns, carrying water and washing the room. Yes, woodcutters, work for a month."

"Hey." The monks sighed unanimously, and then calmly responded: "Young monk, I know."

Two or three slender monks carried Song Wenzhu to the bed, and then a fast monk ran to the outside of the temple, calling for a doctor.

Lu Wu's face was sullen, his eyes glanced under the bed, and he became more and more curious about what was under the bed that made him miss so much.

At this moment, the abbot came over, "Lu Wu, what are you still doing here, how well do you recite the scriptures that you were asked to recite?"

When Lu Wu heard this, his forehead twitched and his head grew bigger: "Abbot, I haven't finished reciting it yet. Go and recite it immediately."

As soon as the words fell, Lu Wu took a look at Song Wenzhu and disappeared.

In front of Qingguang Temple, there are one hundred stone ladders.

A doctor with a medical kit on his back was panting heavily, propped his hands on his knees, and panted for a long time, but he had only climbed the 55th step. Suddenly he felt his body lighten, and a force lifted him up out of thin air, and headed towards an unknown direction and go.

The doctor closed his eyes, his body trembling, thinking he might have met a monster.

But the important place of Buddhism... There should be no demons.

In an instant, the doctor opened his eyes, and he had already arrived in the house, and there was a person lying on the bed.

The doctor rubbed his eyes, as if he had seen hell.

The fast-footed man who went to call the doctor... just rushed to the door and watched the scene where the doctor felt his pulse.

He still covered his heart, feeling aroused.

This doctor is really fast.

After the consultation, the doctor said with a sleepy face: "It's just a small fight, just buy a plaster and apply it for a few days, and it will be fine."

"Oh." The little flying legs in the temple handed over a piece of silver.

Then Dian Dian ran to the abbot to ask for money.

The doctor also packed up the medicine box and left.

When there was no one around, Wei Qianluo closed the door with demon force.

Slowly came out from under the bed and turned into a human form.

Looking at Song Wenzhu with a complicated expression, he opened his lips and said softly, "Thank you, little monk."

I'm afraid no one in the temple will help you apply the wound medicine.

Wei Qianluo lowered her eyes and untied Song Wenzhu's clothes.

I can't help slandering in my heart: You are the only one who is honored by this lady, so be grateful to Dade.

Wei Qianluo carefully applied the wound medicine to Song Wenzhu, like treating fragile porcelain.

Seeing that Song Wenzhu's facial expression eased slightly, the debt in her heart became a little less.

After finishing painting the upper body, Wei Qianluo closed the lid of the ointment.

It's not like he broke his hand, she painted it on his back, and let him paint the rest.

Suddenly, Song Wenzhu suddenly opened his eyes.

With a slender back, dressed in black, and flowing black hair like satin...

As if seeing the demon, Song Wenzhu opened his eyes for a while, but finally couldn't bear the pain, and fell into a drowsy sleep.

When I woke up again, it was already night.

Song Wenzhu opened his eyes, and there was a hint of worry in his clear and moist eyes.

Ignoring the pain from his body, he rolled over and lay down.

"noob."

There was a bit of hoarseness in the voice.

Crawling under the bed, there was darkness, only a pair of blue eyes shining with a strange light.

"Wow?"

Wei Qianluo yelled, and the little one curled up in the corner.

I reached out to reach it, but my hand wasn't long enough.

Wei Qianluo approached him and rubbed his hand.

Song Wenzhu saw that it was fine, and there was an unspeakable joy in his eyes.

Coming out from under the bed, Song Wenzhu frowned: "Lu Wu's motives are impure, Xiaobai, it's really dangerous for you to stay in the temple. This time you have to go."

Wei Qianluo heard this and looked down at her hind paws.

The wound of the bear trap has long since healed.

There is no reason to rely on him anymore.

　PS: Up to 1143 words, I wish you a happy reading.

　　
　
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