The Handmaiden of Rebirth in the Last Days Does Not Lose Price

Chapter 96
However, why did that kid retreat for such a short time?According to my sister's understanding, don't the cultivators in this world take at least half a year to get out of the closed door?

"I said old man Guo, aren't you? Who told you that the old mountain ginseng is a commodity! Can you say that you can find it? Brother Fang is looking for me? Let him look for it, or tell him I'm here That's fine! I'm busy right now, so I don't have time to go out."

After finishing speaking, Wan'er stuffed Zhuguo into her bosom casually, her expression was calm and calm, she didn't look guilty at all, she could see Ta Ye in the sea of ​​knowledge, and she couldn't help admiring him for a while.

Only then did he take steady, small steps and quickly ran to another pile of heaven and earth spirit medicinal materials that were not very large in size. When he bent over and wanted to hug them away, the collar on his back was tightened, and he slammed The son soared into the air.

The little bald head turned back with difficulty, just in time to see Mr. Hu's blushing old face, and asked curiously, "Master, what are you doing? Don't let me practice anymore?

"Although Mr. Hu intends to teach Wan'er how to refine potions in person, he has no intention of wasting some of the few precious heaven and earth spirit medicinal materials for her. He scolded him for not keeping his promise, and he clearly promised to let her use all the elixir in the house, but now he regrets taking it back, be careful that his nose gets longer and so on.

"Hehe, little girl, let's not practice today. We will learn other things when you refine the first-grade blood coagulant I taught that day. Besides, Vice President Guo is going to take you away to meet Mr. Fang!"

Speaking of this, Mr. Hu suddenly changed his old face, and lifted Wan'er up, and then winked and whispered to Wan'er, "Little girl, listen to me as a teacher. If you meet Mr. Fang later, remember to be sure." You have to play tricks on him and let him teach you some high-level martial arts that can save your life."

Mr. Hu really doesn't have much confidence in the martial arts he has learned. He doesn't want to kill such a good seedling in his own hands because of himself.

Mr. Guo at the side, heard Mr. Hu's shameless words, his old face twitched for a while: You bastard, you are not good at repairing, and you let a four-year-old little doll follow the example of those shameless women, and you are not afraid to give the little guy to you. Teach crooked ways.

Of course, if Fatty Bao finds out about this, he will have to fight Hu Laoyi to the death with a whip: "Grandma is a leg, this is my intended daughter-in-law, you old boy actually let her learn these things that are not on the stage, you are looking for death!" no.

Of course, if these things were done to him, it would be a different matter. "Master, are you joking?" Wan'er also had an expression of disbelief: God, this world is too crazy.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, come here, little girl, let the old man take you to find Fang boy, I don't know what outrageous things that boy will do if it's too late!"

Seeing that Mr. Hu still wanted to talk nonsense with Wan'er, a certain Guo at the side rushed up immediately, grabbed Wan'er's soft, fleshy paws, and ran out of the house quickly, ignoring Wan'er. His son's small arms and legs were pulled by him and fell directly to the ground and dragged him.

"Stop..." Although Guo is the vice-principal of a school, his strength is not bad. Just as he was walking into the apprentice hall with Wan'er, he sensed a strong hostility coming from behind him, and he dodged the enemy in an instant. The sneak attack, when he widened his eyes to see clearly who it was, who was so daring, after attacking him on the territory under his jurisdiction.

But I didn't expect it to be a petite and cute little pink pig. I originally wanted to take advantage of his sneak attack and chop Dudu off with a palm, but because of Waner's relationship, it was just in time. Restraining his palm gestures, he had no choice but to stop talking.

(End of this chapter)