[Comprehensive Master Chu Liuxiang Mobile Games] The Taoist priest is crossing

Chapter 88

"My world doesn't have a protagonist. But Mo Yu is very important." The blue screen displayed, "Recently, most of the computing power is used to calculate the division of the world, and I didn't notice that something happened to him."

"Well, Pindao will save him." Yan Qingping squatted down, felt Mo Yu's pulse, and was extremely surprised, "It's really not easy for this child to live so long."

Mo Yu is only twenty at most, Yan Qingping has lived so many worlds, counting as an old uncle of forty, it seems that these young people have the mentality of children.

"Huh?" Hearing this, Fang Siming also leaned over to test his pulse.Then there was a bit of surprise on his face, "This pulse condition is a bit weird. It seems poisonous but not poisonous, but it is like maggots on tarsus bones."

"So it's like that, it's a curse seal." Thinking of Mo Yu's setting, Yan Qingping suddenly realized.

"Curse seal?" The two of them have never touched this thing.

"Well...it should be." Yan Qingping didn't remember very clearly, he touched his chin, and began to think about what the curse seal was.

"Think about it later." Fang Siming patted him on the shoulder helplessly, "In a while, he will lose blood and die."

He is also quite helpless, after so many years, how can his little idiot still be so stupid.

Weirdly cute.

Yan Qingping said "Oh", and quickly took out a roll of bandages, wrapped them around a few times in a hurry, and managed to stop the bleeding: "Siming, let's go back and treat him, he is seriously injured." , There are still many shallow and small wounds on his body, and the bright red blood has almost penetrated his entire clothes, and some of them have already stuck to the wounds.It is estimated that undressing him is a big job.

Fang Siming nodded, went back first, and asked the old man for an empty room.

By the way, get the dog back.

……

The bitter smell of medicine lingered on the tip of his nose, whispers could be heard faintly in his ears, and a wet feeling suddenly came from his face.

... survived?

Hey!Who shamelessly licked my young master's face?

Mo Yu opened his eyes, and met a pair of wet black eyes with dark circles.

"Wow!" Seeing that he woke up, the owner of the black eyes excitedly licked his face again.

...Dog?Had he been thrown into the wild?After a moment of confusion, Mo Yu realized that he was lying in a farmhouse, and all the injuries on his body had been treated.After recovering from a serious injury, his body was limp and lazy. He hadn't felt this way for a long time.

Sitting up and catching the puppies falling from his face, Mo Yu turned his head to hear the conversation outside.

"...a little snack for grinding your teeth." A voice as clear as ice jade said gently.

"Me too." There was a feminine male voice in the magnetism.

"Are you fighting Gouzi for food?" The Qingling voice was tinged with a smile, "Okay, I don't know if pandas like it... eh? Where are pandas?"

"I won't fight with him, I want you to do it for me alone." The person who wanted to fight with the dog chuckled, "I'll look for it, maybe it's in the house."

The sound got closer and closer, and then the door curtain was pulled aside.

Holding the dog in his arms, Mo Yu nodded to the extremely handsome white-haired man.

"Wow!" the dog in his arms barked at Fang Siming excitedly.

Fang Siming raised his eyebrows in surprise, and retracted his foot that stepped over the threshold.He turned back slowly: "Little idiot, the person you saved has woken up."

"Huh? So fast?" Yan Qingping entered the room with a bamboo basket in surprise.Fang Siming followed him in.

"You saved me? Thank you." Mo Yu sized up the two of them.A white-haired man is beautiful, but he can't hide the dangerous aura beneath his skin.The white-clothed, black-haired man with an indifferent expression looks like a Taoist priest.

Both of them... have unfathomable martial arts.

Mo Yu narrowed his eyes.

"Pindao didn't expect you to wake up so early." Yan Qingping put the basket on the bedside cabinet, lifted his clothes and sat on the bench beside the bed, and stretched out his hand to Mo Yu.

Mo Yu blinked and passed his wrist over.

Yan Qingping lowered his eyes, and a faint smile slipped across his face: "Pin Dao is asking you for a panda, the dog in your arms."

The corner of Mo Yu's mouth twitched, and he stuffed the dog named Panda into his hand.Yan Qingping smoothed Shun Gouzi's hair, turned around and handed it to Fang Siming: "Siming, take the panda to nurse."

A helpless expression appeared on Fang Siming's handsome face.

"Don't forget my snacks." Fang Siming hugged the dog with one arm, and rubbed Yan Qingping's hair affectionately with the other hand.

"I know, I know." Yan Qingping waved his hand.

"Hmph." Fang Siming hooked the corner of his mouth, turned and left.

Yan Qingping watched him go out, then turned around, and stretched out his hand to Mo Yu again: "This time it's based on the pulse."

Mo Yu handed over his wrist: "What is the Taoist priest's name?"

"The daoist name is Chuyun, the common name is Yan, and the upper is clear and the lower is flat." Yan Qingping let go of his wrist, "The injury is basically fine, your curse seal and poison, the poor Taoist can't think of a way for a while."

Mo Yu tilted his head: "You know me?"

"Gu Moyu, the villain." Yan Qingping nodded, "The wound on your chest was too deep, and Pindao gave you stitches. You take off the bandage, and Pindao see how the recovery is going."

"Knowing that I am from the Valley of the Evil, why do you want to save me? Don't say that you are from the Valley of the Evil. You can smell your upright aura from ten meters away." Mo Yulu smiled wickedly.

"It's just a hermit in the mountains. As for saving you, it's just a coincidence. Pindao is a doctor, and he won't die." Yan Qingping picked up a small silver scissors in the small basket, "If you don't understand it yourself, the poor Taoist will give it to you." Did you cut it?"

Mo Yu twitched the corners of his mouth.He was only wrapped in a simple robe, but not much skin was exposed at all—it was all bandages.He looked down at the tightly wrapped bandages, but gave up: "Forget it, you can cut it."

Yan Qingping nodded, and cut off the bandage bit by bit.

"The stitches will be removed in five days." He checked the recovery of the wound and began to apply medicine.

"How long have I been unconscious?" Mo Yu tilted his head.

"Two days." Yan Qingping replied while busy.

In the past two days, the system also sent him and Fang Siming to different places, acting as NPCs to issue tasks.

Ye Youqian is going crazy.The next day, he couldn't find Yan Qingping in Yangzhou City.He ran around for a long time, and finally found him in Luoyang... Then Yan Qingping asked him to write love poems.

Brother Ye originally just wanted to write a few words casually, but Mr. NPC was so picky that he was not satisfied at all. Brother Ye barely passed after writing more than a dozen times.

On the third day, Brother Ye found NPC Yan at the gate of Hidden Sword Villa.Yan npc asked him to deliver the letter to a white-haired man, Comrade Ye Youqian is still looking for it in the world.

He probably couldn't find it...Because Fang Siming is with Yan Qingping now, this small village should be a place that players can't find...

Allow sadness.

Yan Qingping was going to stay at Mingjiao tomorrow, waiting for Ye Youqian to come to him.Then ask him to find Fang Siming's tasker-this is a team task.

It's fun to play with players.Anyway, Fang Siming followed him.

"Two days..." Mo Yu fell into deep thought.

I have to say, this little lunatic was born very good-looking.In modern times, it definitely belongs to the underworld prince, and the word used to describe him in novels should be something like "evil smile".

Yan Qingping put the bandage on him again: "Within seven days, if you use force, you will die."

"Little Taoist priest, as a doctor, shouldn't you speak kindly to patients?" Mo Yu said lazily as he leaned against the head of the bed with his hands spread out.

"...Pindao is forty years old." Yan Qingping sighed, "Don't think too much about it, kid, take care of your wounds. Pundao can still protect his patients."

He threw the bandage roll and medicine back into the basket, picked them up under Mo Yu's surprised eyes, and walked out.

Can Yan Qingping fail to see Mo Yu's carelessness?He was obviously afraid that the people who were chasing and killing him would come after him and ruin this peaceful place.

This is actually a good boy.

The author has something to say: what was owed yesterday will be made up tomorrow, and two chapters will be updated tomorrow.

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