Chapter 12： wheelchair

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Chapter 12 Wheelchair

Jiujiu looked at Mu Yexiao's eyes and blinked for a moment: "What are you thinking? Why do I feel my spine cold?"

Mu Yexiao glanced at Jiu Jiu. He suddenly laughed and looked at Mu Yexiao.

"Yes, Lord, I came to the palace one day, and found you sitting here all day long?"

Mu Yexiao frowned. "Is there anything wrong? My king's legs are useless. He can't stand up, can't he go out without sitting here?"

Jiu Jiu rolled his eyes: "Isn't there ...?"

Speaking of which, I do n’t even have a silver needle here, maybe there ’s no wheelchair, so let ’s try it first.

"I mean, can no tools be used?"

Mu Yexiao looked at Jiujiu: "Tools? What the **** is that?"

It looked like it was really gone, and Jiu Jiu could not help but shook his head: "Oh, that's pitiful."

"Let's do this, bring a pen and paper, I'll draw it for you."

Dongchen quickly prepared the pen and paper, and the technique of painting was very good, thanks to her grandpa.

When it's okay, you can ask Qianjiu to draw a variety of herbs. As long as some medicinal materials are very different, you must ask Qianjiu to make no mistake.

So over the long term, the 999 painters are quite good.

Soon, as Jiu Jiu's hand was waving, a living wheelchair appeared on the paper, blown it, and got it in front of Mu Yexiao.

"Look, how's it? Find someone to do it for you now, I'll take you out shopping."

Mu Yexiao looked at Jiu Niu Jiu: "Your head is very powerful. Isn't that what you said to cure my legs?"

Qiangjiu shook his head: "How is this possible? The cure I said was to stand up on your own legs. I have always been a good speaker."

"Don't measure the gentleman's belly with the villain's heart."

Mu Yexiao looked at Qianjiu with amusement: "Do you still know a gentleman? Good, good."

Jiujiu blinked for a moment and said, "What do you mean? How can I listen to this weird thing?"

"Don't you think you've abandoned me?" Or do you think I don't know one?

Having said that, Qianjiu's long eyelashes fanned out, and suddenly I remembered that the original owner seemed illiterate.

Looking at Mu Yexiao's smirk-like look, Jiujiu blinked a little awkwardly.

"Well, I stole it. Next to Zhuangzi when I grew up, there was the college. I stole it by the side."

He said with a little guilty conscience, "What the **** is going on with you?"

"Isn't this wheelchair good? I took pains to draw it. Would you appreciate it?"

Hong Ling glanced at 999 with a few worries, fearing that Wang Ye would blame him for his anger.

Although it hasn't been long with Qianjiujiu, Hongling feels that the princess is very good.

Mu Yexiao looked at Qianjiu's appearance, but raised her eyebrows: "Dongchen, come to the carpenter."

For those who can not go out of the room on their backs, Mu Yexiao said that he still has some expectations.

After all, if these legs are better, they should not be so fast.

Dongchen quickly took the lead, and Mu Yexiao found out that the look of 九九 九 was a little weird.

"What's wrong with the princess? Is there anything else you can say?"

Qianjiu rolled his eyes: "Of course I have something to say. I didn't mean to detoxify you. Now it looks like I have to wait two more days."