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Chapter 771 Lanshan Little Witch Doctor

"Get out." The uncle was still just one word, but the wine bowl in his hand fell directly on Qu Ming's face, with a 'pop', a gash was torn on his face, and blood flowed down. At this moment, they finally understood that the man in front of them was completely angry, and they didn't dare to say a word, so they immediately went out and stood there.

The great witch doctor rearranged a wine bowl and poured wine: "The three princes are too close to the Golden Wolf Clan."

"Three wastes." The uncle drank a bowl of wine and stood up: "The big witch doctor, follow me to see that girl, pincers hurt people, I'm afraid she will be even worse now."

The great witch doctor stopped him and said, "King Rong better not go now."

The uncle patted his head: "I'm confused. I really can't go now, otherwise I will only cause trouble for them. In this way, you can send them some ointment later, and show them their injuries by the way."

"Yes."

After sitting with him for a while, the big witch doctor left first, went to deliver medicine to Jin Yingying by himself, and called the little witch doctor to deliver medicine to Jingyu.

The little witch doctor was not very familiar with the Uta tribe's inner camp, but just after entering, he saw Ming Huai squatting outside the tent boiling medicine, and immediately went over with the medicine.

Ming Huai was sweating profusely when he saw a witch doctor coming, regardless of whether it was a big one or a small one, he dragged him into the tent: "Xiaoluan got cold and was bitten by insects, and now she has a high fever. Please show me."

The little witch doctor was only about fifteen or sixteen years old. He looked at Jing Yu, who was wrapped in the blanket and his face was flushed. He blushed unconsciously, and asked Ming Huai very shyly, "How did you reduce your fever in the Central Plains? In the grassland, she needs to cover her with more quilts to make her sweat by herself."

Ming Huai was surprised: "You don't know how to treat illnesses?"

The little witch doctor quickly shook his head: "No, I'm a new disciple, and the big witch doctor hasn't taught so much yet."

Ming Huai's hope that had just been raised was shattered in a series of 'pops, pops', he covered his face helplessly, and twisted the veil to replace the veil on Jing Yu's forehead.

The little witch doctor was standing on the side, still a bit restrained, dressed in a black crow suit, inexplicably cute, Ming Huai glanced at him, then glanced at him again after a while, and when he glanced at him for the third time, he didn't intend to leave. I feel a little helpless in my heart: "Is there something else for the little witch doctor?"

"My name is Lan Shan. You don't need to call me the little witch doctor. Lan Shan is the name given to me by the great witch doctor."

Seeing his self-introduction with his hands tied, Ming Huai said silently: "Lan Shan, do you have anything else to do? If you have nothing to do, please cook the medicine for me. I brought that over here, and I don't know if it will work or not."

Lanshan's little witch doctor's eyes lit up, as if he had found his own value: "I can distinguish medicinal materials, and I'll let you have a look."

He ran out with his hands in his pockets, and Ming Huai felt a lot more comfortable now.

I have to say, he always felt a little awkward standing here wearing this furry crow suit.

Jing Yu coughed several times, and her eyes were watery: "I'm so thirsty, my throat is about to smoke."

Ming Huai helped her up and fed her some water, and took the ointment brought by Lan Shan: "This is the ointment sent by the great witch doctor, I will wipe it on for you."

Jing Yu curled her lips slightly: "Am I ugly now? My face hurts so much, there must be a lot of scars."

"It's not ugly at all, it's still so pretty, I'll rub it on for you, and you'll be a little beauty again when the scar disappears."

The ointment was ice-cold with a herbal fragrance, and it didn't sting at all. Jing Yu didn't dare to cry anymore, for fear that tears would wash over the scar.

(End of this chapter)