He said, throwing the thief on his shoulder directly to the ground.

The poor thief, who innocently became Mu Zichuan's cannon fodder, hit the ground hard, and his tail vertebrae almost cracked before he could apply the medicinal wine.

Here, Luo Fengtang grabbed Mu Zichuan by the collar and lifted him directly from her shoulders to a stool aside.

He held Mu Zichuan's shoulders and asked him to sit down.

Mu Zichuan immediately raised his head and opened his eyes angrily.

Seeing that the light in front of him had dimmed, it was Luo Fengtang standing in front of him.

"Tangyaozi, what are you going to do?"

Mu Zichuan asked nervously.

Luo Fengtang curled his lips: "I'll help you take care of your wounds!"

As he spoke, he grabbed Mu Zichuan's injured arm, rolled up his sleeve, and exposed the wound.

"Tch, the cat's paw scratches it more than that, and it hurts and faints?"

Luo Fengtang asked Mu Zichuan.

Mu Zichuan blushed and defended: "The pain is secondary, I feel dizzy."

"Bleeding? Will the bleeding wait until now?" Luo Fengtang asked.

"When I talked to a thief before, he was stunned by you."

"You're not dizzy, you're dizzy when you see Qing'er. Are you still playing tricks on Qing'er, thinking I'm blind?"

Luo Fengtang got straight to the point.
Chapter completed!