"You sell fake medicines?" Yuan Qingli frowned, and cast her disgusted gaze faintly.

Mu Yingshan angrily reprimanded: "Nonsense! ”

actually said that he was selling fake medicines, which was even more uncomfortable than scolding him for being a demon.

"You are not selling fake medicine, so why did I take it and my symptoms did not improve?" Yuan Qingli coughed and spit out words.

"I'm not a charlatan who sells fake medicines, how can I cure all diseases." Mu Yingshan sarcastically, "This medicine is only useful for internal and external injuries, and it has no effect here." ”

Mu Yingshan reached out and knocked on the door of his head.

"You're saying I'm supposed to be under a mental attack?" Yuan Qingli had an epiphany.

"Yes, just like my state just now, demonization is also a kind of mental attack."

"Then you just regained your clarity, is it the effect of the rose flower I took?"

"Not bad. Since it has been proven that the rose flower has a special purpose. Where did it come from, go and get another petal for your own use. ”

After Mu Yingshan finished speaking, he always felt that the residual taste on his lips was a little strange, and he snorted twice, but the taste still lingered.

Yuan Qingli pointed to the bathroom and asked him to rinse his mouth.

With this, Yuan Qingli sat on the edge of the bed and collapsed into a shrimp.

said ambiguously: "It's not easy to take it now, and those two petals were also obtained by accident." It's okay, I can bear it... I'll sleep for a while. ”

Mu Yingshan must not be allowed to know that the rose petals were picked up by her from under the hooves of the black horse!

And it's also on the ground covered with black horse excrement.

But then again, is it the effect of roses, or the effect of dark cuisine?

If it's the effect of dark cooking, don't try it if it hurts to death.

Yuan Qingli closed her eyes in a daze, and subconsciously told her that if she slept a little longer, the pain would be lessened.

But no matter how many lying positions she changed, she still didn't feel sleepy, and in her consciousness, in addition to pain, she was still awake.

This feeling of the unknown is terrifying.

The blood in the whole body is like a reverse flow, and the whole body is cold.

She dragged tired, painful, and restless to her feet, and reached out to grab a patch of green.

"Take me downstairs to the front desk to find the golden mist ......"

Mu Yingshan opened his mouth, which had faded a little, and said suspiciously: "Who is the golden mist mist?" The name of that black hat? ”

After speaking, he denied himself again, muttering, "No, this is already the next copy of the game." Oh, it's the hostess of this inn. ”

After digesting it, he lowered his eyes and swept to Yuan Qingli, and asked kindly.

"What do you want to go down into? Lie on my sword, or let me carry it? ”

"What's the matter with you, don't you know how gentle you are with the little fairy?" Yuan Qingli was heartbroken.

After a pause, she was indignant, almost gritting her teeth and squeezing out the words: "Don't carry it like a sack." ”

In the end, Yuan Qingli was sandwiched between the waist and the arm by Mu Yingshan, commonly known as the armpit position, and went down to the first floor in such a posture.

Yuan Qingli: Mu Yingshan, listen to me, thank you.

At the front desk on the first floor, the golden mist is not there.

Yuan Qingli propped her elbows on the front desk, scanning around with her eyes, there was a business card box next to the computer, and she took out one and put it in her pocket.

Then he instructed Mu Yingshan to find out if there was a box like a medicine box.

Mu Yingshan's five-hundred-year-old pill was useless, probably because it was a foreign product. Maybe the medicine of this world can work on her.

Mu Yingshan didn't find anything.

"Make a phone call." Yuan Qingli slowly moved to the landline and dialed the boss's phone number printed on the business card.

I waited for a long time, but no one answered.

When Yuan Qingli was about to hang up, there was a sound on the other end, the sound was harsh, like the feeling of a record player being dragged out by a blade, which was hair-grabbing.

“…… You...... What's ...... Help ......"

The staccato words carried the current to the ears.

Yuan Qingli frowned, and there was a momentary pain in her ears.

She relented and said, "I'm looking for Boss Jin." ”

"Sorry, the boss isn't there. Guests, there is anything else to ......"

"That's right. I have a period and my stomach hurts, I don't know if there is any medicine? Or if there is an infirmary, can you tell me where it is? I went over on my own. ”

Yuan Qingli felt that her stomach was tumbling, but it was not a sign that she was going to vomit, and suddenly she noticed that her throat was a little sweet.

"Oh! Guest, you're not feeling well, aren't you? We're sorry we don't have an infirmary on campus, but you can go to the lobby of the service center to find one...... Multiply...... The staff in the clown costume asked for help. ”

Yuan Qingli covered the corners of her mouth that was spilling blood, and tried her best to express her hope that the other party could repeat it again: "I'm sorry, I didn't hear clearly, what color?" Can I say it again! ”

She has reason to believe that this is deliberately messing with her again, isn't the first two sentences still good!

And she was also strange in her heart, according to what the sword fairy said, this was a spiritual attack, why did she vomit blood?