Chapter 12： wheelchair (1/2)

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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?”