Chapter 660

Gray's cheeks were pumping badly. He was obviously a group of pit goods. There was a seriously injured patient waiting for treatment in front of him, but he didn't know why. He wanted to laugh.

At last he calmed his mood and didn't laugh in front of them.

Gray put on a helpless look and said, "your queen can be saved."

"Can you save it?"

"That's great. Please save her."

"The queen is still saved. We don't need to change the queen."

The elves said, and gray suddenly felt that the elves really couldn't compare with little jasmine.

Little Molly is stupid occasionally because she is simple and she is not stupid.

But these guys are not simple. They are really stupid.

"Little Molly, help people!" Gray had no choice but to sweep away the elves around Mary Pherson. These guys were so busy trying to save people. In fact, they really expected their witch to die!

Little Molly flew up, came to the top of Mary fisson, and sprinkled a green magic in her hand.

Mary fisson's condition was stable for the time being, but her ability to become stronger as an elf was still just hanging her life. It can be seen how serious her injury was.

Gray even felt that the energy in each other's body had dried up, just like a river. Without the source, there would be no more water.

The other party's vitality is only a trace, like a residual candle. It doesn't need to blow. It won't be long before it will be completely extinguished.

Take out a bottle of medicine and pour it into her mouth, but she seems to have lost all the instinct of normal people to swallow, and the medicine will flow out along the corner of her mouth.

"I know!" Little Molly proudly forked her waist. "I've seen this before. Gray, you have to feed her with your mouth so that she can drink and live."

"Master, I can help you block it!" The witch lady stood up in time and was willing to work for her master. Her magic can grow a vine around and create an independent space for him. She can do whatever she wants.

"What are you all thinking?" Gray glared at them fiercely, his tone was slightly loose and helpless, "we are all magicians. Do we need to use that low-level means?"

He always takes advantage of King gray. He disdains to take advantage of others' coma.

To take advantage, we should take it openly when the other party is sober.

Gray stretched out a finger, and the potion originally flowing from Mary fisson's mouth turned into a water line and gathered in the air, as did the rest of the potion in the bottle.

Gently open Mary fisson's small mouth, and the potion water line enters her throat and stomach from her mouth.

"Well, where can you give her a rest? Your queen needs self-cultivation. " Gray looked at the elves.

"Yes, yes!" The elves raised their little hands. "We have more places to rest, but the queen often rests in the tree. I suggest putting her on the tree."

Gray once again deepened the idea of never being the king of these pit goods. "I'm talking about houses and beds, soft beds."

"Bed? We all sleep in flowers or on the lawn. " The elves looked at each other. They had no bed.

"I knew it!" In a whisper, gray reached out and picked up Mary fisson. "Take me to your grass."

"The master is so heartless that he doesn't kiss such a beautiful girl." Muttered the witch lady, and the acid filled the whole forest.

If the host can't resist, she can go with the flow and introduce herself to the pillow, and then have a beautiful and romantic story with the host.

A group of people... Two people and a group of elves came to a grassland by the river. Gray looked and saw that the grass here was extremely fertile. It was very comfortable to step on it.

On the Bank of the river, there is a big tree. Its thick branches and leaves can block the sun in the sky, making it very comfortable.

"Carlisle, build a bed and then a cabin." Gray said faintly.

Carlisle curled his mouth and did it directly.

Vines soon grew on the ground, no longer thorns with thorns, but very soft vines.

Vines intertwined and soon woven a low vine grass bed on the grass. Gray held Mary fisson and tried. The bed was very soft.

Put Mary fisson on the bed and gray took out a thin quilt to cover her.

In addition to the small bed, the surrounding vines continued to grow, and soon covered the grass, weaving a vine carpet on the grass.

Then the vines continued to grow, interwoven a thick wall around the periphery, surrounded the four sides, and finally covered the sky. A forest hut was completed.

"So magic is really useful." Gray lamented that extraordinary power is not only used for fighting, but also for daily life, but also has convenience that ordinary people can't think of.

It will take ordinary people at least a few days to build such a hut. Counting the time of cutting trees, it will only take more time, but in the hands of the magician, it only takes a few minutes to finish it.

"Go and collect some potions. I'll refine some healing potions for your queen."

Gray wrote down a long list and handed it to Carlisle and little Molly. He solemnly said, "brave knight, I'll leave it to you!"

"No problem!" Little jasmine happily went out with a group of elves, and Carlisle also took a small group of elves to collect potions.

Gray's eyes fell on Mary fisson's face. Through the joint efforts of the elf and gray, her injury improved a little, but it was not obvious, and her face was still pale.

"This is the end of being brave." Gray curled his mouth, took out a bottle of medicine again, blew it gently at the mouth of the bottle, and the medicine turned into a mist to cover Mary fisson, slowly moistening her nearly dry body.

But there was little effect. The mist was absorbed by her. Even if it was inhaled by her, it would exhale gently with her breath again.

"The dragon is really a disaster. It makes trouble everywhere. This time, it hurt such a beautiful little... Big sister." Gray smacked his mouth and was dissatisfied with the dead dragon.

As for the dragon who was chased and killed by him, what does it matter to him? Who can predict the development of future events? He didn't expect this.

But fortunately, Mary fisson is not hopeless. Everything can be saved. He is the master of King Gray's medicine, and it's nothing to say.

Looking at Mary fisson carefully, gray nodded secretly. What I have to say is that Mary fisson is a great beauty he has never met before.

It's not more beautiful than others, but another temperament, a powerful Queen's aura, a high cold and sexy imperial sister fan.

Aisha is also a queen, but she doesn't have the aura of a queen. Instead, she follows the amiable line of being close to the people. Sometimes she is still a little cute in front of him.

Merida is a female soldier. She is bold and unrestrained. She is not cold enough. She is not a royal sister. She is handsome.

Belle is a female scholar and follows the style of literary wisdom girl.

But Mary fisson is beautiful, and the corners on her head are also very good-looking. That is, the cutin covering her hair is not very good-looking. He doesn't like it. He prefers fine hair to something like this cutin.

This thing makes her look colder and cruel, loses a little softness, and greatly reduces her sexuality.

"Unfortunately, when she wakes up, she must give her advice to take those things."

As a life-saving benefactor, she won't refuse his little request.