Chapter 530

It can be seen that the wound on Mo Jingyao's hand is rapidly hemostatic at the speed visible to the naked eye, and then scab.

After spraying the medicine, it's better.

It's amazing.

"Can I have some of this medicine?" The head of the people, first stupefied for two seconds, then went forward to ask for medicine, such medicine does not ask, it is not stupid.

Mother sang looked at him. "If I remember correctly, the injury on Mr. Mo's hand is still due to the knife you threw at Dr. Yu. He held the knife directly for Dr. Yu."

"This..." The man said, "it's a rule of the scenic spot. No one can intrude into the work area to affect the funeral ceremony. I'm a routine."

"You can't hurt my family just now." She said, giving the man a hard look.

"You wronged me. At that time, I thought that she had done sorcery on Sang mu. I was worried that she would harm Sam and try to force her to stop her. All these are misunderstandings, big misunderstandings." He laughs unnaturally.

Yu se doesn't want to pay attention to this man. His back is still painful. But in front of the person, it's really inconvenient to spray medicine. "Mo Jingyao, let's go. Go to the car."

"Good." Mo Jingyao leaned slightly and picked up the metaphor, which was like a cat in his arms. He laughed and looked at the clever and confused Sam, who was a little confused. "Sam, take the bus with my sister. My sister will take you to eat delicious food."

"Well, can I go with my sister?" Sam immediately turned to look at his mother.

"This..."

"Let's go. Come with me. After eating the food, I'll give her a diagnosis and treatment. We can't let Sam have any more problems. Otherwise, we'll be mistaken for my magic." He said with a low smile.

"It's better to be obedient than respectful. Let's go." Mother sang gave her family a wink, and then all of them followed Mo Jingyao who was holding the metaphor.

Metaphor is to leave the person who asked for the medicine behind him and ignore it.

She can not do good for bad, so her medicine to no one will give to stab their own people.

When the two talents walked out of the exit of the scenic area, Mo Jingyao's mobile phone rang. Mo Jingyao held yuse in his arms and took out his mobile phone from his pocket. "Jingxi, your brother and I left in advance. You can see the celestial burial ceremony later. Don't worry."

"Just now, the notice on the spot said that it would be delayed. Is it related to you and my brother?" Mo Jing Xi over there asked.

"No, your brother just answered a phone call to deal with some donation matters. You can continue to watch. I'll come back with your brother some other day." The metaphor calmly explained the reason why she wanted to leave, and did not want to cause Mo Jingxi's groundless speculation, which would only make her more worried.

"Well, we'll go back when we're done." Mo Jing Xi this just hang up the phone.

Because over there, the next corpse is ready for the celestial burial ceremony.

This is the local custom. In their opinion, this is the greatest respect for the dead.

"Mama slim, you and Sam will take a car with us."

"Well, you know there's a car?" Mo Jingyao looked down at the girl in his arms. His face was a little better than just now, but still pale.

"Naturally, I know that no matter where you and I go, someone will follow me, but I'm not sure who is driving behind this time?"

"Mo Yi." Then a turn, as expected, saw a windy off-road vehicle.

At this time, she and Mo Jingyao were injured, so they were not suitable for riding motorcycles.

No matter how hard the wind blows, you can't ride.

Mo Yi had already got off the bus and came forward, "Mo Shao, you Are you hurt? " If it wasn't for the district chief who stopped him, he must have gone in just now. Now he feels very sorry for seeing Mo Jingyao injured.

"Minor injury, no harm." Mo Jingyao didn't care. After all, he didn't feel pain any more after using the medicine of metaphor. He was about to get better.

Mo immediately followed, opened the door, "Miss Yu's injury..." After asking about Mo Jingyao's injury, he remembered that he didn't care about Yu SE's injury. Then he found that Mo Jingyao's face sank, and he immediately understood that Yu SE's life was more important than his own. From the perspective of Mo Jingyao's direct neglect of Yu se, Mo Jingyao naturally had a black face, so he quickly added a supplementary question, just wanted to make up for the situation.

"Wait outside the car." Mo Jingyao said coldly, then put the metaphor on the seat of the car, and then sat on it.

"Sam, wait outside with your mother. I'll take the medicine and I'll come up again." Yu se says hello to Sang mu with a smile. He doesn't want him to follow her and see the bloody wound on her body.

It hurts a little.

However, she can no longer run the nine meridians and eight meridians.

She ran out of energy to save Sam.

However, after a night's rest, she will be able to recover.

But now she, too weak chicken, weak chicken as if any gust of wind, can blow her away.Therefore, she was weak enough to let Mo Jingyao carry her to the car.

"Yes, sister." The little girl nodded and was very weak. After all, she had not eaten food for several days.

However, with the infusion of metaphorical energy, the spirit is still full.

Great.

Mo Jingyao settled down and closed the door with a bang.

Outside the window, sang Mu's face turned white. "Uncle, you are fierce."

The little girl's voice came through the window rolled down by Mo Yi in front of the driver's seat.

Figurative color habitually stretched out his hand and pinched Mo Jingyao, "what are you fierce about?"

"For the last time." Mo Jingyao reached out and untied the metaphorical clothes, revealing her injured back.

Originally white and beautiful back, now a piece of blood color, see his heart suddenly ache, than his own injury pain feeling.

This sound, cold.

Also fierce.

Or to the metaphor of color.

It seems that he blinked her eyes most fiercely.

However, when the powder falls, it is absolutely gentle.

There was no pain at all.

Then, the wound after sprinkling the powder has no pain.

On the good medicine, metaphor color looked up at the man close at hand, a handsome face ice cold, this is really angry.

She put out her hand and pinched his jaw. "Mo Jingyao, is it difficult for you to meet this kind of situation and you can't help yourself when you are in such a situation?"

"If you don't save, don't you live? Isn't it fragrant to save more people alive? "

"Poof..." "Mo Jing Yao, when are you so fashionable?" This question is really fashionable.

"Don't change the subject." Mo Jingyao reached out and patted off her hand, and now there was class struggle on his face.