"Can you do it? You don't even have potions or tools." Yu Qingmei suddenly became nervous.

"If I can't cure you and make you lame, can I be your legs and take care of you for the rest of your life?" Ling Xiao said jokingly.

To treat this kind of penetrating trauma, Ling Xiao didn't have any of the iodine, tweezers, and anesthetics needed to treat this kind of penetrating trauma, but he had 144 years of deep internal strength, and that was enough.

The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. Yu Qingmei spat in shame, "Bah, who wants you to be my leg? I am a married woman, and you have only one child. How old are you? But

Don't make such a joke with me."

She said she was not joking, but she felt very sweet in her heart and was not annoyed at all.

Ling Xiao glanced at the plump pink fungus in her underwear, and a sense of lewdness suddenly rose in her heart, and she secretly said: "How big is it? Huh, if I take it out, my size will shock you!"

The evil fire was born, and the little brother in his crotch stood at attention, as hard as iron.

Indeed, after one hundred and forty-four years of internal transformation, his size is only slightly smaller than a large ham sausage. If a timid woman saw it, she would be so scared that she would stick out her tongue.

Fortunately, Ling Xiao was squatting and the tent between his legs was not obvious.
Chapter completed!