He stepped back, rubbed a little, and jumped in front of Ling Luo, showing a standard meow-like smile and a flattering, bitchy face, and pointed his meow paw at his red and swollen nose.
Ling Luo's lips curled up slightly, and she stretched out a hand, gently caressing the furry head of the dragon, and smoothing his hair.
However, when her eyes fell on the few bloody scabs on the huge red bump on the nose of the dragon, an extremely unpleasant light suddenly flashed across her beautiful eyes.
"Didn't I tell you not to scratch?"
A trace of embarrassment flashed across the face of Jianlong, and he smiled sheepishly and said: "It's itchy and painful, and it's heartbreaking. I can't help it."
"Do you know what the consequences will be if you catch him like this?" Ling Luo's eyes fell on Jianlong's back again.
"Consequences? What consequences can there be? Isn't it just broken? It's no big deal. I have rough skin and thick flesh... Wow, what the hell is this?!"
Ling Luo took out two bronze mirrors and placed one in front of Jianlong's eyes and the other behind him.
What was revealed on the bronze mirror was an extremely disgusting scene - there were more than a dozen large red bumps densely growing on the base dragon's back, and pus was faintly emerging from the top of the bumps.
"Did you see it? After being bitten by this poisonous insect, you cannot scratch it, because the acne is extremely contagious. Wherever you touch your body, it will grow."
Ling Luo sighed softly and asked, "Who else have you been in contact with?"
Jianlong seemed to have received a great blow. He stood there blankly and murmured: "Xun'er, Chunbai, and... Xiaoyu."
"Oh, yes, and..." The cheap dragon turned his head.
Xuanyuan Yu raised his hand and said with a smile: "Not including me, I'm wearing the special gloves Luo'er gave me."
Ling Luo was a little helpless and said: "Yu, I can only trouble you one more time and send the three suspected infected people over for me."
"Copy that!" Xuanyuan Yu turned around and left.
Ling Luo pressed Jian Long on the table, picked up the celadon bottle, and poured the spiritual fluid inside onto his back.
"Ah, it hurts, it hurts!" The cheap dragon screamed hysterically and kept struggling, but Ling Luo pressed a finger on his spine and couldn't move. Only four chubby claws were weak.
The ground fluttered.
"Don't move. This is the antidote I just developed. You can try it first."
"Isn't it?" Jianlong seemed to have been hit hard and turned around in disbelief, "Xiaoluo, you actually used your beloved pet as a test subject? Do you still have any conscience?"
"Beloved pet? Huh?" Ling Luo put down the spirit liquid, picked up a bottle of powder, and lightly sprinkled it on the nose of the dragon, with a devilish smile on his lips, "An hour ago, in
Your dear master, when I was fighting with my enemy, why didn’t I see my beloved pet running out to help?”
The whole body of Jianlong shook violently, a trace of panic flashed in his red-black eyes, and he hesitated: "That's because I...I...Ouch! It hurts, Xiaoluo, this powder is burning
My emperor’s nose hurts so much, I can’t breathe, I’m going to die!”
"It hurts? Really? You haven't answered my question yet." A very evil and sycophantic expression flashed across Ling Luo's face, "If you don't tell the truth, I don't guarantee that your hands will shake and you won't."
The whole bottle of new medicine has been spilled on those pustules on your body, how painful it will be..."