"Oh, it hurts! Be gentle!"

Before Qingge's dream was finished, she obviously felt a tingling pain on her forehead.

Mu Yuan glanced at her and was a little embarrassed: "I'm still thinking about a man?"

So, is he still too light in his actions? He still has the energy to think of men.

"What do you think of men? Am I such a silly person?" People are wondering whether they understand peerless martial arts?

Mu Yuan ignored her, put away the medicine bottle, stood up and left.

Qingge dragged his chin and looked at his slender back.

Suddenly, I remembered something: "Mu Yuan, how is your face?"

"What else can it do?" Mu Yuan didn't even look back.

Half of his face was wrinkled, and at first he would look at the mirror.

Later, the more I looked, the more ugly I looked, and I stopped looking in the mirror, so I washed it and put on a mask.

After leaving Qingge's room, Mu Yuan returned to his room and just took off his mask.

Outside, Qi Qiao's voice came: "Mu Yuan, you want the two medicinal materials I bought. I bought them back. Is it convenient to come in?"

"Inconvenient." In the middle of the night, Qi Qiao didn't care about these things, but he cared very much.

The only one who can be with him in the middle of the night is His Highness.

He walked over and was about to open the door when he suddenly remembered that he had not put on his mask.

I originally wanted to go back and put on the mask first to avoid being scared by Qi Qiao.

But without thinking, Qiqiao knew that he was behind the door, so he pushed the door open.

"I also have to go and deliver medicine to Feng Zao. I'm very busy. You can collect the medicinal materials yourself..."

Suddenly, she looked at Mu Yuan's face with a look of shock.

Mu Yuan knew that his face looked ugly, but it used to be ugly, but recently he seemed to be even more ugly because he used the princess' medicine.

It was dark and wrinkled, and the whole half of the face seemed to be stuck together.

However, he didn't care how ugly he was, he just didn't want to scare others.

"Sorry, I will remember to wear a mask in the future." After taking the medicinal herbs, he took a step back and was about to close the door.

Qi Qiao's hand suddenly stood by the door, preventing him from closing the door.

"No, Mu Yuan, your face, the scar on your face..."

Mu Yuan said lightly: "Have you scared? Sorry."

"No, no! I mean...I..."

But the door had been closed, completely blocking his face.

Qiqiao knew that Mu Yuan didn't like to stay with the girl's house at night.

I was forced to stay by the Ninth Princess before and gave him a face torn apart. At that time, I was willing to stay with the Ninth Princess.

As for other women, don't even think about it.

She was at his door, and had been staying for too long.

But she really had no other meaning just now.

"Mu Yuan, the old wounds on your face are scarred, look in the mirror and take a look!"

She was still calling out outside.

Mu Yuan was stunned for a moment, raised his hand and touched it. The scars on his half face were even more terrifying than before, and they all turned into coke.

Scars?

What's the meaning?

He looked through and wanted to look for a mirror, but he couldn't even remember where the mirror was placed.

In the end, I had to give up.

He put the medicinal materials that Qi Qiao bought on the table, took out the tools and started grinding the powder.

But why does your face feel a little itchy?

It seems like there are many little bugs crawling on their faces, so itchy that people want to scratch their entire face.

I don’t know if it’s a mental effect, the more I think about it, the more itchy I feel.
Chapter completed!