Black-bellied little crazy concubine: Xie Zun, come to the live broadcast!

Chapter 57

I have received a lot of rewards recently, and looking at the level of my broadcaster, I have already reached level five.

Suddenly a little surprised.

Luo Huoqin blew a kiss to the screen: "Thank you very much for your support, which allowed me to improve my broadcaster level so quickly."

Zhuaiai old saying: You are welcome, broadcaster, we all like you very much.

Coquettish bitch: I like the broadcaster very much. Recently, I have been watching the live broadcast of Amway broadcaster on Starnet, and I even let my family members watch it.

Momoda: Hahaha, my mother is also chasing it now, looking for the previous live broadcast videos of the broadcaster, super cute.

……

The audience started to discuss enthusiastically, Luo Huoqin's cherry lips slightly raised, and her eyes were filled with warmth.

After looking at their chat records for a while, she looked at the amount she hadn't withdrawn, and the amount accumulated there had reached more than [-] gold coins.

But if once it is taken out, it will be split halfway with the live broadcaster, then she will only get [-]...

Anyway, she is not in urgent need of money right now. She withdrew 400 gold last time, and now there are more than [-] left, so let's put these away first.

Luo Huoqin changed into a man's clothes, and went out through the back door, intending to find out if there is ghost motherweed in this city.

She collected the ghost motherwort first, and then considered whether to eat it.

For a year, she didn't dare to guarantee 100% that she could find a way to detoxify.

But the matter of cultivation can't be delayed...

Luo Huoqin touched the blood spirit in his hand, hesitating for a while.

"Master." Under her touch, Feng Weiqin responded, as if being touched very comfortably, she called softly.

"Go on and sleep." Luo Huoqin withdrew her hand.

"Don't sleep, I've been asleep for many years." Feng Weiqin is her blood spirit, and she communicates with her: "Master is still wondering whether to eat ghost motherwort?"

"kindness."

"There must be a way for the car to reach the mountain." Feng Weiqin gave her a popular science about the world.

"Pingcheng is just a small place, so the talents here are considered very powerful at the fourth and fifth ranks, but the real masters are concentrated in the imperial capital, generally around the seventh or eighth rank. People of the fourth and fifth ranks may be able to fight, but against those of the seventh and eighth ranks, they can only be abused. You don’t understand this world yet, so you are struggling whether to practice or not. As your blood spirit, I must advise you In a word, you must practice, and when you practice, the effect I can exert will be the greatest."

"If that's the case, there's nothing to worry about." Luo Huoqin touched his wrist: "Thank you."

"Oh, why are you being so polite with me? We've been acquainted for many years." Feng Weiqin said proudly.

Luo Huoqin went out of the mansion, went straight to the largest pharmacy in the city, and asked if there was ghost motherwort, but she didn't expect it to be.

Ghost mother grass is not a rare herb, so the pharmacy has a lot of stock, and there are even ghost mother grass pills made by alchemists.

The waiter in the shop enthusiastically recommended it to Luo Huoqin, and Luo Huoqin only asked for the amount of ghost motherwort that was enough for three days, and didn't ask for anything else.

On the way home, I stopped by to buy a small medicine stove.

Although pharmacists are relatively rare, using a small medicine stove to make a potion is really not a technical thing.

After buying everything, Luo Huoqin had dinner at the small teahouse before heading back home.

The audience was a little confused, not knowing why the broadcaster prepared these things.

(End of this chapter)