Chapter 111 You're practically a god

irrelevant. What matters is what unforgivable crimes they have committed"Then his brother's anger flared, he was clearly ready to die!"The princess being kidnapped was also due to the princess leavin...Mu Bai is here.

Chu Qingge never expected that he would have it finished in just one night, crafting what she desired.

Straight needles, round needles, triangular needles!

With these, you won't worry about not having tools to suture wounds in the future.

And there's a grinding machine! Oh my God, it's exactly the same as she drew in her blueprints!

"Syringe!"

Chu Qingge was so excited, she almost fainted: "You... you're amazing! How did you make this I actually gave up!"

Mu Bai's eyes, which had initially held some distance, softened after seeing her unrestrained joy.

He said calmly, “It was the princess’s clever design that allowed me to break through my limits.”

These tools, without blueprints, he would be unable to craft.

I originally thought it was too fine and complicated, but I didn't want to, it turns out that it really can.

He was also surprised.

"A needle! You... you actually managed to create such a fine needle! It's terrifying!"

This is ancient times!

Chu Qingge felt a surge of hot blood rushing to her head.

In ancient times, how could something like a needle come into existence

The fine silver needle, inside it was actually empty!

"Impossible! I was just doodling, I just... wanted to... Impossible, you can't do this, you're a god, how is that possible..."

Suddenly, her eyes went dark, and her already soft body collapsed suddenly.

"Princess!" No one had expected that the princess, who had just been beaming with excitement moments ago, would suddenly collapse.

That's it, I passed out!

Lanh Yu instinctively helped her up, just about to call for a doctor.

But Mu Bai said in a deep voice, "Princess, you must have caught a cold."

"Mu Bai, do you know medicine"

As Lan Yu and Qiao'er helped the princess into the carriage, he also followed. He put a thin veil over her to check her pulse.

Her brow furrowed slowly: "Your Highness was injured before, and now the wound likely hasn't healed well. Coupled with catching a cold, you have a fever... Your Highness must take medicine and rest well."

Looking at Qiao'er once more, he asked: "Is there any medicine in the army"

"Yes, we have doctors and medical vehicles following our team."

"I'll be right there…" Mu Bai's gaze, however, swept past something.

He turned his head back and was immediately struck by the sight: “Here, there's a readily available cure!”

At noon, Feng Liye was under a temporary awning, dining with Chu Weiyun.

Feng was guarding outside the gazebo, he had been wandering around for a while.

It's clearly a matter of reporting.

Chu Weiyun's face paled, and she suddenly put down her chopsticks.

"My Lady, you've only eaten a little, have some more," Rou'er coaxed in a low voice.

Chu Weiyun shook her head and remained silent.

Rourer could only turn to Feng Liye, not daring to approach. From afar, she whispered softly, "Young Master, you... persuade the County Princess, please!"

Feng Li's night, his indifferent gaze, fell upon Chu Weiyun's face.

But in the end, he merely calmly withdrew: "Prepare some things for along the way, and give them to the county princess."

Rourou bit her lip, thinking about what to say.

But the young master's face was as water, cold and indifferent. Who dared to speak more

She could only whisper, “Yes.”

Before long, Feng Liye also put down her chopsticks and stood up.

"Night Brother, where are you going" Chu Weiyun saw him about to leave, as if she had been startled, her hands began to tremble again.

Feng Liye noticed the gauze on her wrist.

After she woke up last night, she was determined to die and even took a knife to cut her own wrists.

Although the cut wasn't deep, it bled quite a bit.

As soon as Feng Liye thought about his own debt to her, the color of his face softened slightly: "Inspection."

He walked towards Fengzao.

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