Gold Medal Hunter: The Lazy Concubine Seeds the Ghost King

I was a lazy person in my previous life, and it was difficult to be moved by the matter of being moved by the three special sisters. Isn’t it possible to be moved by whom?

Looking at Mu Qirui from this way, it really looks like Huan. Every time Huan develops medicines that strengthen the body without side effects, no matter how tired she is, Huan will give them food, and Huan is also the one who takes care of them. When she thinks of this

, Midsummer sniffed unknowingly, happy! My relatives! Where are you? What's going on?!

Thinking of this, Mid Xiabei seemed to understand why she was always sentimental and sad about spring and autumn. This is the lack of people she could rely on. Although she didn't have to stretch out her clothes and open her mouth for food, even though this was her goal.

One, however, they are also helping with her daily life. As long as she manages the money, she just needs to take care of the money. As a little beggar, it’s good to have food to eat. If you have Yaya’s money, you can take care of it.

?Woo, the more you think about it, the more you feel sad.

Seeing that the medicine was so brown as the doctor said, Mu Qirui carefully picked up the small earthen pot and slowly poured it into a clean small bowl with a few broken corners on the bowl, but it didn't look like it was.

Affects use.

Mu Qirui carefully picked up the small bowl. As soon as he turned around, he saw Xiao Bei staring silently behind him, looking blankly, and his cheeks turned red. Of course, Xin Xia Bei would not know that Mu Qirui's expression was

What has changed, because midsummer misses his relatives and travels to the sky.

"Xiao Bei, when did you stand here? It's silent? Haha, the medicine is boiled, hurry up and drink the medicine." Mu Qirui said calmly, putting the small bowl on the only magical platform

When I got up, I turned around and didn't know what I was going to do.

Sheng Xiabei nodded, walked over and took it, and was about to pick up the medicine to drink, but A Jin suddenly appeared and shouted, "Master! It's poisonous!"

Mid Xiabei frowned and pretended to accidentally knock the bowl over, "Oh! Bowl, now it's ready, there's no bowl." Mid Xiabei said regretfully.

"How is it? Have you cut your hands?" Mu Qirui was about to turn around and clean up the dilapidated temple and sweep the ground that seeps water everywhere. But he didn't expect that he could hear the sound of breaking. He turned around and saw that he was the only one.

The small bowl was broken, but he was concerned about whether Xiao Bei had been cut. He quickly threw away the broom in his hand and ran over.

Seeing this, Jin Xiabei felt a little guilty, "It's okay, but the bowl..."

"It's nothing. My brother has learned to weave bamboo baskets these days. I'll try to weave a bamboo bowl. This is taught by Aunt Chen from Qian Village." Mu Qirui said cheerfully.

"Auntie Chen?" How could this outsider, Sheng Xiabei, know who is who?

"Look at you, you've got a little hot, and now it's fine. Why did you forget to take good care of Aunt Chen, who has been taking good care of us brother and sister?" Mu Qirui said.

"Oh, it's that Aunt Chen." Still don't know! Anyway, Sheng Xiabei agreed without saying a word.

"Well, it's that Aunt Chen." Mu Qirui replied with a faint smile when he saw that Xiao Bei remembered.

"Brother, I think if you want to weave a bamboo bowl, we might as well just use a bamboo tube." Sheng Xiabei said with a lip silence.

"Yes, that's fine. This medicine has also been spilled. It seems that I'm going to go out and take a look. I wonder if the bamboo baskets my brother made up can be sold for how much money?" Mu Qirui rubbed his hand and rubbed it.

A few patches but pretty clean clothes.