The tree didn't refuse to hear the words. Now it's the middle of June. If the law of the last life hasn't been reversed and the time is right, fifteen days later, on the first day of July, there will be a terrible disaster, the disaster of corpse and puppet.
At that time, this chaotic world will be more difficult to survive than it is now.
Everyone can use the medicine. When this ointment is applied, the wound will feel no pain. The hemostasis effect is excellent, and the color of the wound will become lighter immediately. It has a very different effect from the low-grade medicine circulating in the world, so it must be of excellent quality.
Since someone gave her a generous gift, I'll take it.
"Well, in the evening, the wound will basically scab, and when you wake up after sleep, your little hands will recover as before." The young man held her thin wrist and blew twice gently, "it doesn't hurt anymore."
The tree can't help turning its eyes at him. How about being a pharmacist? Still blowing! She did know that after the outbreak of the corpse puppet in the last life, there were a group of people with special abilities, including the pharmacists who were full of medicinal power.
If it's a high-level pharmacist, it's true that two breaths can blow the wound away, but the premise is that you have to be a pharmacist!! And it has to be a senior pharmacist or above! Your breathing and breathing room is full of medicinal power. You can cure the crowd by blowing two breath containing medicinal power casually.
However, you are not a pharmacist! The tree took a small hand, but did not take it back, so he glared at him. Come on you! It's all covered with good medicine. Don't let it go?
Prince Liansi ignored the girl's staring eyes, even stretched out her fingers and pinched them on her angry little face, "why don't you talk?"
No mood!
"No mood to talk. People need to communicate with each other to get to know each other better. "
Who wants to know you!
Some child is staring at small round eyes, almost want to explode thick mouth!
Mo Lian chuckled and poked her fleshy little face with her fingers out. "We are friends!"
Friends?
The dark and unsmooth eyes of the arbor, a little colder, are as cold as pouring a basin of ice water into those beautiful eyes.
"I don't need it."
She doesn't need friends at all? friend? What is a friend? Friends are for sale, but at a high price and a low price.
The friend she believed in finally sent her to the cage for experiment, broke her limbs, and let her live forever and forever in the dark.
Use some curiously small hammers and nails to knock and hit her, looking for clues to broaden the inner circle.
She used to believe naively that there was such a thing as true love in the world. so what? No one seemed to have given her such extravagance, except her depressed and early deceased mother.
Then she didn't need it. She didn't need anything.
Now? What's more, you don't need this vulgar thing, friend? The truth? She doesn't have, and doesn't need to be given, because it's nice to be alone and quiet.
It's clear that they are too watery, round and beautiful eyes, but they contain such cold light. It's really incongruous.
"Joe Joe, we'll be friends." Young boy gently crooked his head, with a slight interest and expectation in his eyes, "you see, even if you don't speak, I can understand your voice in seconds. What does this mean? This is the so-called fate, isn't it? "
In the eyes of the tree flickered the vigilant light. He grabbed the ointment from the young man's hands and jumped straight under the tree.