Chapter 660 (1/2)

Gray's cheeks were pumping badly. He was obviously a group of pit goods. There was a seriously injured patient waiting for treatment in front of him, but he didn't know why. He wanted to laugh.

At last he calmed his mood and didn't laugh in front of them.

Gray put on a helpless look and said, ”your queen can be saved.”

”Can you save it?”

”That's great. Please save her.”

”The queen is still saved. We don't need to change the queen.”

The elves said, and gray suddenly felt that the elves really couldn't compare with little jasmine.

Little Molly is stupid occasionally because she is simple and she is not stupid.

But these guys are not simple. They are really stupid.

”Little Molly, help people!” Gray had no choice but to sweep away the elves around Mary Pherson. These guys were so busy trying to save people. In fact, they really expected their witch to die!

Little Molly flew up, came to the top of Mary fisson, and sprinkled a green magic in her hand.

Mary fisson's condition was stable for the time being, but her ability to become stronger as an elf was still just hanging her life. It can be seen how serious her injury was.

Gray even felt that the energy in each other's body had dried up, just like a river. Without the source, there would be no more water.

The other party's vitality is only a trace, like a residual candle. It doesn't need to blow. It won't be long before it will be completely extinguished.

Take out a bottle of medicine and pour it into her mouth, but she seems to have lost all the instinct of normal people to swallow, and the medicine will flow out along the corner of her mouth.

”I know!” Little Molly proudly forked her waist. ”I've seen this before. Gray, you have to feed her with your mouth so that she can drink and live.”

”Master, I can help you block it!” The witch lady stood up in time and was willing to work for her master. Her magic can grow a vine around and create an independent space for him. She can do whatever she wants.

”What are you all thinking?” Gray glared at them fiercely, his tone was slightly loose and helpless, ”we are all magicians. Do we need to use that low-level means?”

He always takes advantage of King gray. He disdains to take advantage of others' coma.

To take advantage, we should take it openly when the other party is sober.

Gray stretched out a finger, and the potion originally flowing from Mary fisson's mouth turned into a water line and gathered in the air, as did the rest of the potion in the bottle.

Gently open Mary fisson's small mouth, and the potion water line enters her throat and stomach from her mouth.

”Well, where can you give her a rest? Your queen needs self-cultivation. ” Gray looked at the elves.

”Yes, yes!” The elves raised their little hands. ”We have more places to rest, but the queen often rests in the tree. I suggest putting her on the tree.”

Gray once again deepened the idea of never being the king of these pit goods. ”I'm talking about houses and beds, soft beds.”

”Bed? We all sleep in flowers or on the lawn. ” The elves looked at each other. They had no bed.

”I knew it!” In a whisper, gray reached out and picked up Mary fisson. ”Take me to your grass.”

”The master is so heartless that he doesn't kiss such a beautiful girl.” Muttered the witch lady, and the acid filled the whole forest.

If the host can't resist, she can go with the flow and introduce herself to the pillow, and then have a beautiful and romantic story with the host.