At this moment, the fifth nephew suddenly spoke.
"Cousin, are they coming out?"
Jing Shengqiao quickly protected Qiaoqiao and hid himself.
After a while, Wu Er'er, who was beaten to pieces, was seen being dragged out of Fengyue Hall by two people.
Then he threw the half-dead Wu Er'er into the wilderness.
Qiaoqiao blinked in pity when she saw the wounds all over his body.
[What a miserable killer.]
[I guess only I, your baby, can anger the cruel Xiao Lin.]
Jing Shengqiao and Jing Shenghua looked at each other, and the smile in their eyes deepened.
"Let's go—"
Wu Er'er fell in the weeds covered in blood.
When Jing Shengqiao and Jing Shenghua found him, he was only breathing his last breath.
If you come too late, you will surely die.
[Hurry up, hurry up, don't dawdle. Give him the medicine, and the injury will heal in no time.]
Jing Shenghua knelt down and poured the spiritual spring water in the porcelain bottle into Wu Er'er's mouth.
The two waited for an incense stick of time, but Wu Er'er didn't wake up.
"Cousin, is this medicine no longer effective because it's out of time?"
[How could it be ineffective? That's a spiritual spring.]
"Could it be..." Jing Shengqiao's eyes fell on Wu Er'er lying on the ground, and he raised his foot and stepped heavily on her.
Wu Er'er stood up and cried, "I was just beaten by the lord, and now I am being stepped on by you."
"I say, you are awake, but you are still pretending to be unconscious. Do you have any shame, Wu Er'er?" Jing Shenghua asked unhappily with his arms crossed.
Wu Er'er waved his hand: "Brother Shenghua, don't misunderstand me, don't misunderstand me. I didn't open my eyes just now because... I was too shocked."
"Shocked?" Jing Shengqiao and Jing Shenghua looked at each other.
[Of course I was shocked. I was ready to die the moment before, but then I didn't feel any pain anymore. Okay.]
Who wouldn't be puzzled?
[Plus, he went to Qiaoqiao Temple a few days ago and worshipped me as a deity.]
"Well, now that you're done being shocked, can you leave?"
"Okay, okay." Wu Er'er was about to leave when he knelt down again and kowtowed three times in the direction of Jing Shengqiao.
"Wu Er'er, are you sick? Not only do you kneel down to me as if I were a dead person, but you also kneel down to my cousin as if he were a dead person!" Jing Shenghua shouted angrily.
Wu Er'er raised his hand to his lips suspiciously, "No, Brother Shenghua, I'm worshipping the little fairy Qiaoqiao."
"You think she's my aunt..."
"Isn't it?"
Jing Shenghua suddenly had an idea and nodded: "Ah, yes, it was my aunt who saved you. Right, cousin?"
Jing Shengqiao nodded in agreement.
My nephews, you praise your aunt so highly. What will you do when she grows up and the truth comes out?
[Although it's quite mysterious, Wu Er'er believes it. As long as he believes it, even if he becomes a god, it's not impossible.]
[Anyway, it's really hard to explain something like the Spirit Spring.]
[After all, he had never personally seen Mu Qingran use potions to treat other people's injuries.]
"Okay, now that you're done, I'll take you back to the palace."
Wu Er'er's eyes were filled with tears, and she was extremely moved: "I didn't expect Brother Shenghua to treat me so sincerely, I..."
"Stop! Remember to pay us back if you owe us anything."
Jing Qiaoqiao was held higher by her nephew Qiao, and she also saw Wu Er'er with his head lowered to the ground.
[Whether it was Xiao Lin's unilateral plan or a self-torture plot by Xiao Lin and Wu Er'er.]
【In short, their plan failed.】
Wu Er'er hesitated for two seconds, said thank you, and ran away quickly.
【He runs so fast, what is he doing? 】
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