Chapter 350

After wiping shangguanhuang clean, murongsheng directly pulls people out. Murongsheng opened his eyes and saw shangguanhuang lying with his eyes closed, very quiet.

The exhausted murongsheng can't put up much energy to talk: "you lie here for a while, and I'll throw you in when I clean up the dirty things inside."

A sick person, at least to ensure a clean environment, so as to make his condition better faster.

As for the clothes the man was wearing inside It's better to lose it. After a while, just wrap him a thick quilt and throw it in.

When murongsheng was about to enter the secret place, he suddenly heard something. He pulled down the bed curtain and paid attention to the surrounding situation: "who! Who's here, come out! "

As soon as the voice fell, a man in black jumped down from the beam and knelt down in front of murongsheng. The tone was bland: "master, I'm back."

"Potstickers?" Murongsheng was relieved to see who was coming. He put down his guard and said, "is something wrong with you? You're coming back now."

At that time, she asked the potstickers to block shangguanhuang behind her, but she was still caught up by shangguanhuang. Then what happened next made her have no chance to breathe. In addition, the appearance of potstickers was so short that murongsheng had not adapted to it, so she directly forgot about people.

Originally thought, potstickers will be directly cut off shangguanhuang, did not expect a little nothing back.

Because of murongsheng's excitement, the tone of the potstickers didn't fluctuate: "my subordinates were ordered by him at that time, and they were untied only in the morning. Just as his subordinates were about to come back, someone broke in. My subordinates hurt their arms when they fight with others. It's OK in other places. "

Hurt your arm?

Murongsheng quickly walked over and rolled up the cut sleeve. There was a small scar on his arm.

It's just There was no sign of bleeding in the wound. It was like the meat had been cut open. It was very strange.

This

She can cure the living, but she really hasn't met the living who was injured. You can only ask the client: "do you know how to treat your injuries?"

Who knows, potstickers do not know: "I do not know."

Murong Sheng sighed, which made her feel a little worried. Potstickers have been dead once, even if the wound is not treated, it will not be infected, let alone dead. However, it's not good to let freedom go.

If one day someone hurt his face, he would be scared to death if he went out.

Murongsheng thought about it and sprinkled some spring water on the wound. I hope it can be effective, but murongsheng can't say whether or how effective it is.

After all, murongsheng didn't understand what the spring was.

"Potstickers, you should stay in the house. No one is allowed near the bed. I'll be back in a minute

When the potstickers came back, murongsheng was relieved. Murongsheng believes in the skill of potstickers.

There are only two people left in the room. In addition, the potstickers are a living dead person. They don't need to breathe at all. People can't even hear that there are two people in this room.