Gold Medal Hunter: The Emperor's Favorite Fox Concubine

There are many large and small plums, and flowers of various colors bloom on the branches.

What Bei Muqing wants to pick is the dewdrops on the stamens.

When you walk to your destination, look at the plum trees in your yard, and before you start doing things, you yawn first.

"If you sleepy, go back to sleep."

Bei Muqing walked to a small plum tree: "Vox spirit, there is no one here."

“So what?”

"Why show your mana and collect a bottle for me." She said bluntly.

"Aren't you willing to give for him? Why are you still asking me for help?" It was obvious that you were unwilling to help.

Bei Muqing thought for a while: "You are right, then forget it, I'll do it myself."

Each flower shakes just the small bit on the stamen. The bottle she holds in her hand is not small. It is not easy to fill it. Moreover, when the branches are pulled down, many dewdrops on the petals will be

It fell to the ground, which made it more difficult to fill it.

She really didn't say anything more to hope that the vixen would help collect the bottle. However, if she didn't say it, he couldn't bear it and couldn't stand it anymore.

The vixen has been practicing seriously and devoted to practicing for a while, but he has never used magic power to practice. Now, it is indeed extremely easy for him to collect dewdrops full of this bottle.

Bei Muqing is the master of his current temporary soul. He uses spells, so she naturally understands it.

Almost as soon as I felt it, I saw the morning dew condense into a thin water line and flew towards the bottle entrance.

Almost subconsciously, she reached out to block the bottle's mouth.

The vixen didn't have time to regain its mana, so the water line still went to the bottle's mouth and hit Bei Muqing's back of the hand.

The cohesion of the water droplets was stronger than expected. She groaned and subconsciously let go of her hands. However, the morning dew had already fallen down to the ground along the back of her hands. The white back of her hands also rose because of this.

Red marks.

"What are you doing!"

Bei Muqing: "..." Just looking at the back of his hand, it was really like he was beaten.

"Bei Muqing! I'm asking you!" The vixen went wild.

"I'll do it myself, don't interfere."

The fox who ran away was quiet for a moment: "The previous sentence is just a casual statement. When will you collect a bottle? I can help you."

"No."

"I said everything..."

"Vox spirit." The slightly narrow sleeve inside pulled out to cover the back of her hand. She took the bottle and continued to move forward, carefully observing where there was no other place that had not been destroyed by the vix spirit, and said, "It's not that you're getting angry, but you're also a slut.

It's not because of your first words, but it's true. It seems that you have never done anything for Your Majesty. With you in your body, you can help with anything, and even no matter what dangers you are in, no matter what you say

I am still very grateful to you, but this is true. I want to do it myself and don’t need your help or someone else.”

"Is it true that no one wants to help, or would Mu Qi not say that if he were here?"

Bei Muqing smiled and said, "What do you think?"

"How can I guess the woman's heart, the needle under the sea? But, Xiao Qing'er, are you really planning to turn your temperament into a different way for that emperor?"

"It is not enough to have love for two people together, but also to accommodate."

"Why didn't he accommodate you, you did you accommodate him?"

"Because, I won't feel forced, but I'm happy."