Doomsday female supporting role is not cannon fodder

Chapter 92 Methods
Nangong Shang was a little skeptical. How did his daughter, a frail girl who was still sick, get down from such a high second floor?

He couldn't even get down from here to the ground without a trace.

Even with his gold ability, he couldn't do it.

"Uh, this—" She didn't know either.

When she is online, find a solution immediately.

Qian Nuo also walked to the window and looked down.

About six meters in height, um, okay.

Qian Nuo immediately had an idea, turned around, and said with a smile, "Dad, do you want me to demonstrate it to you now?" No charge for difficult performances.

Nangong Shang frowned. How could he feel some pride from his daughter's tone?

What is there to be proud of!
The little flames of anger in Nangong Shang's heart flared up again, "Are you feeling better now?"

Didn't it mean I was uncomfortable, I wanted to have a good rest, why did I still have the mood to jump out of the window!

Qian Nuo smiled slightly, "Dad, I'm much better now, I don't feel bad anymore."

Nangongshang looked at Qiannuo like he looked at the walnuts on the mountain—he said, "Your suffering is really smart, and the timing is really good." You are so good at picking your time.

Qian Nuo saw that Nangong Shang's complexion was a bit unkind, but she didn't panic.

Qian Nuo explained in a soft voice: "Dad, you also know that dysmenorrhea is something I can't control. It just comes and goes. It hurts when it hurts, and it's okay when it doesn't hurt."

Nangong Shang was choked by his daughter's words, and his anger grew even greater, "Then show me right away, I want to see how you get down."

Qian Nuo smiled slightly, "Okay, Dad, I'm going to dance right now."

Qian Nuo turned around and walked towards the window.

Seeing this, Nangong Shang's forehead twitched, and he quickly pulled Qian Nuo back, "Nangong Nuo, did I ask you to dance? Just jump, and stand here obediently!"

There are no protective measures at all, what if I fall this time!
Qian Nuo was innocent, "Dad, you told me to dance right away."

Is it because she has ear problems or Nangong Shang has lost her memory? Just now Nangong Shang told her to go to the demonstration right away, but this suddenly stopped her.

Alas, Nangong Shang must have reached menopause.

Too fickle.

Nangong Shang felt a sudden pain in his forehead from anger, "You just stay here for me."

He took out his mobile phone again, and sent a message in the group chat, asking Jiang Yi to wait under the window of Qian Nuo's room.

Jiang Yi was still preparing hot water, but he was at a loss when he saw the news of Nangong Shang, but he put down the cup in his hand and went honestly.

Yan Jue and He Tao were in the living room, and seeing the news in the group, they didn't know what they were doing, so they went up to the second floor.

Inside the room, Qian Nuo was already preparing for the performance.

Qian Nuo activated his wood-type ability, and the familiar little white flower grew out of his palm.

Qiannuo controlled it, letting the stem of his little white flower grow all the time, along the pipe under the window, wrapped around it, and branched out, wrapped around the bottom of the bed in the room, and locked it firmly.

In front of Nangong Shang, Qian Nuo tugged at the stem of the little white flower, "Dad, look, my wood-type ability is very strong."

Nangong Shang reached out and touched the stem of the little white flower. It felt very similar to the polyester rope, but it looked very strong to the touch.

Nangong Shang looked along the long and folded stem, and it was hard to imagine that at the top of such a long vine was a harmless little white flower swaying.

(End of this chapter)