Chapter 39: I don't know what title to press!
The pupils are dilated in an instant.
Some people don't understand why they are like this.
There was embarrassment in the air.
At this time, a man in black came in with pen, ink and paper.
Mo Yan took the opportunity to break the embarrassment: "I'll write it out in the pharmacy, and you can just catch it." ”
Mo Yan picked up the pen and paper and began to write.
Compared with those ladies, Mo Yan's words are more wild.
The clouds flow smoothly, and the pen is smoking.
The pen is fast, the pen is powerful, and the force is heavy.
is arrogant and domineering, and is not constrained at all, and even goes down the whole line. It is like a fairy-like indulgence, coming and going without a trace.
No wonder people say, "Words are like people." ”
Mo Yan's words seem to reflect her as a person, chic and unfettered, wild and flamboyant!
"Miss Mo Yan, good words!" Ghost Ye praised.
The man in black standing next to him nodded approvingly.
"It's not very good, it's just the effect of more than ten years of hard training."
Mo Yan climbed up the pole.
"Alright." Blowing the words on the prescription, Mo Yan said, "Take it and grab the medicine." ”
"Yes!" The man in black took the prescription and took the order to go down to do something.
"Give me your hand." Mo Yan stretched out his hand towards Ghost Ye.
"Huh? Oh. Ghost Ye was stunned for a moment, and then ......
"I'm giving you a pulse!" Mo Yan raised his eyebrows: "What are you doing with your hand in my hand?" ”
"Didn't you say the hand was given to you?" It is not justified to be arrogant!
Mo Yan flipped over Ghost Ye's hand and directly caught his pulse.
Mo Yan frowned.
It turned out that Ghost Ye was suffering from a toxin attack after working hard, and then he almost went mad, so his body needed to detoxify as soon as possible?!
If the poison is not solved, he will not live for three days!
No wonder he said he was going to pull me to the funeral!
Hey, I don't know if it's good or bad to help him detoxify.
However, when he thought of the Night Pearl, Mo Yan felt that it was okay.
There will be more opportunities to poison Ghost Ye in the future, and I can't delay it.
"After I help you detoxify, you won't give me the Night Pearl, right?" Mo Yan suddenly asked.
"What do you think?" Ghost Ye felt the softness on this pulse, lowered his eyes and asked.
"I don't think you will."
Mo Yan's sudden words exploded in Gui Ye's ears: "You believe me so much? ”
"I don't believe in you, I believe in myself."
Mo Yan withdrew his hand and pointed at Ghost Ye's heart: "For those who study medicine, they can save people or kill people invisibly!" ”
"I want your life very simply, it's to poison you again, or"
As he spoke, Mo Yan drew a silver needle from his fingertips: "Straight to the heart." ”
"Of course, in a short period of time, you will not die, but after a long time, no matter how high your martial arts are, you will definitely die!"
"Well, go ahead." Ghost Ye laughed.
"I really need the Night Pearl, if there is no Night Pearl, there will be no white ink face in the world!"
Mo Yan did not hesitate to say that his weakness was not for sympathy, but for calculation.
Think about it, if it were an ant that you could kill with one hand, would you care about it?
The answer is obvious – no!
On the surface, it seems that Ghost Ye has the upper hand, but only Ghost Ye knows that his life is actually held by Mo Yan.
And Mo Yan has no Night Pearl, and other things can be replaced, but Ghost Ye is different, and if he doesn't have an antidote, he just dies early and dies late.
Now that Mo Yan has made it clear that it must be the Night Pearl, then it is completely reducing the enemy's defense.
"Really?" Ghost Ye didn't believe it: "Miss Mo Yan is proficient in divination, she should know that Ghost is a long-lived and hundred-year-old appearance!" ”