Zhao Zhong shook his head and said that Suo Wuchang was impatient, and took out the materials Suo Wuchang asked for from the wishful bag.
Suo Wuchang picked it up for inspection, and Zhao Zhong took the opportunity to inquire, “Why did a trip to the Mortal Continent hurt my life so much? With your strength, there is no one who can threaten you in the Mortal Continent.”
Suo Wuchang confirmed that the information was correct and gave him the spiritual crystal before leaving without any explanation.
Zhao Zhong was left staring at his back thoughtfully.
Return to the old home by spirit boat.
Mi August, who was convinced by Suo Wuchang and Zhao Zhong that he had bitten off more than he could chew and whose interest would soon be defeated by reality, read through the Herborist Collection in detail and decided to make a copy and feed it to the Book of Good and Evil.
Before I started copying, the spirit reminded me that Mi Feixue was back from school.
Mi August discovered that he had been reading this book for nearly two hours.
“Then let’s go eat first.”
She came to the dining room, where Mi Feixue was already waiting, staring at the waiting expression at the door, obviously she also got the news of her return from the house spirit.
After Mi August approached, he pinched Mi Feixue’s blood-red cheek, and was very satisfied with the feeling of flesh in his hand.
“The baby is getting better and better.”
After this order, Mi Feixue’s face immediately filled with blood, so much that even her neck turned red.
Seeing that the child was so shy, Mi August smiled and stopped teasing her.
After the two of them finished eating, Mi Feixue said goodbye to Mi August as usual and went to her room to review her daily homework.
“I’m with you today.” Mi August held her hand.
When Mi Feixue heard this, she couldn’t hold back the smile on her face. She remembered that the gentleman taught by the Confucius showed displeasure today, but she couldn’t restrain herself.
Mi Feixue relaxed when she looked up and saw Mi August smiling at him without saying anything.
Mi Feixue is small, but the desk is not small.
Mi August sat opposite her, and he could see each other when he raised his head.
Mi Feixue was doing her homework, and Mi August was also copying the Herborist Collection.
She is not good at using brushes. She made a homemade charcoal pen a long time ago. In the past, when she had few opportunities to write, she did not find it inconvenient. Now after copying books, she found that this homemade charcoal pen is not a big problem for writing, but she wants to collect Herborist. It’s troublesome if the pictures of flowers, plants, spiritual trees and trees are delicate.
Mi August, who is a professional doctor, knows that if the details of the grass and trees are different, it may be another object.
Mi Feixue, who had been distractedly paying attention to her, endured it for several times. After seeing Mi August frown slightly again, she finally couldn’t bear it anymore.