"His Excellency Holy Son, there are still people over there!"
"Thank the heavens. I believe everyone should be okay. Assist those who have been rescued to the side and have a seat."
Qiao Mu observed Holy Son Miyan standing on the stone block, portraying a compassionate demeanor like a priest. Unable to contain herself, she rolled her eyes at the sky.
He seemed hypocritical and far from portraying genuine goodness!
The Holy Son turned, noticing the little stoic staring at him with an icy expression.
He momentarily faltered, hastily saying, "Stoic face, come here, come here, come here!"
Who had a stoic face?
Qiao Mu's petite visage remained impassive, unwilling to acknowledge that title.
Anxiously, the Holy Son waved at her. "Come over here. There are several patients, and the Dou Clan brothers haven't had a chance to attend to them. Come and have a look."
The little stoic placed her small paws behind her back and approached apathetically. "Where's my Hubby?"
"Oh, I've asked His Highness the Crown Prince and His Highness the Chen Prince to search for her a bit farther away."
"You're quite skilled at delegating tasks." The little stoic rolled her eyes, growing more dissatisfied with this priest-like Holy Son.
Since her arrival, she had witnessed him standing on the stone block, instructing others. Now, he was even assigning tasks to Qiaoqiao's Lian and Duan Yue?
It all seemed remarkably convenient!
Holy Son Miyan pursed her lips and suddenly announced, "There will be a reward!"
The little stoic: …
"I have to pay you two million spirit currency!"
The little stoic: …
"Alright, alright. Quickly help me take a look! Are these people's bodies alright?"
Dou Fengmian and Dou Fenghua both turned around, nodding at the little lady. "Thank you."
Qiao Mu half-squatted down, checking their pulses one after another. She then retrieved a medicine bottle from her sleeve, glancing in Holy Son Miyan's direction.
"I'll cover the expenses!" His Excellency the Holy Son immediately caught on, his mouth twitching. "Provide them with the necessary medicine."
As expected of a figure who could potentially save the world— the little stoic couldn't help but curl her lips.
lightsΝοvεl ƈοm "Mhm, hm." Qiao Mu nodded, turning around to prepare a pill for each of them.
Holy Son Miyan looked as if he wanted to cry but had no tears. He discreetly rolled his eyes at the little fellow's back!
"The bridge returns to the bridge, and the road returns to the road. Payment has been made for both money and silver goods." Qiao Mu stood up with an expressionless face, walking toward the riverside.
Displeasure lingered in the gazes of those watching her depart.
The little stoic was clearly drawing a clear boundary with everyone.
Holy Son Miyan sighed. He knew that his image, paired with the stoic face, wasn't favorable from the beginning. No matter how hard he worked in the future, changing that perception would likely prove challenging…
If their relationship wasn't amicable, he'd have to part with more money. The mere thought of it almost brought tears to his eyes. Boo hoo.
Qiao Mu climbed onto a rock by the river, gazing at the expansive water surface in the distance.
A spiritual tool resembling a big-headed carp swiftly emerged from the water's depths, gliding along with the river's flow.
Its speed was astonishing, akin to a lightning bolt streaking across the sky, leaving observers breathless.
In the blink of an eye, the big-headed carp came to a halt by the river.
His Excellency the Holy Son remarked with emotion, "Young Master Mu's spiritual tool can be described as extraordinary! It's almost on par with a divine weapon. Truly impressive speed."
As soon as the cabin door swung open, Mu Xingchen leaped out, hastily rushing to the side to vomit on the rock.
Confusion swept over everyone.
Seeing the Master being sickened by their own spiritual tool each time was an entirely new experience for them.
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