Although Gongyi Shu can endure it and his condition looks much better than before, the symptoms of spiritual poison erosion have not been completely eliminated. She didn’t want to communicate with someone who could get sick at any time and was still in a state of irritability.
The Book of Righteousness heard the words and did not refuse.
This reading lasted half an hour, during which half of the time I closed my eyes and rested my mind. When I opened my eyes again at the Book of Righteousness, I saw that there was not much difference from usual times.
Mi August dispelled the spirit-sealing spell on him when he looked at him.
With the supply of spiritual power, Gongyi Shu’s limbs quickly recovered, and he jumped up and stood in a small place soon.
He took out the healing elixir from his wishful bag and ate it. He glanced at Juligui with disgust and said to Mi August, “Put this away.”
Mi August smiled and said: “At least I took care of you all the way. There is no credit but hard work.”
It was okay not to mention this. When he mentioned this, Gong Yishu remembered that he was lying in Juligui’s arms like a baby a few hours ago, “Then should I pay it a labor fee?”
Unexpectedly, Mi August actually answered the question, “You can give it to me.”
Book of Righteousness: “…”
He doesn’t have much else, but he has no shortage of spiritual crystals.
The bag of spiritual crystals was thrown to Juligui on the surface, but actually it was to give Mi Augusty face.
What Gong Yishu didn’t expect was that this giant monster not only accepted it, but also bowed in his direction, as if thanking him for the reward.
Immediately afterwards, Juligui and Lingjing were put away by Mi August, and the empty seat in Yungui’s hometown was also vacated, giving Gongyi Shu a spacious place to sit.
“You are also interested in teaching these low-level monsters.” He said speechlessly.
The limited intelligence of low-level monsters only knows how to kill, but they don’t know how to understand the world. The previous behavior of taking care of people can be said to be controlled by the trickster, but the humanized gratitude that just came to life does not seem to be controlled by Mi August. The only possibility left is that he has been trained.
How boring a spiritual master must be to train low-level monsters?
Mi August didn’t explain. He felt that the book of justice could reward hundreds of spiritual crystals at any time, and once again lamented how rich the rich family was.
She didn’t speak, and Gongyi Shu didn’t hold his breath for a moment, “What did you mean by the deal before?”
Mi August’s eyes fell on his hand.
Gongyi Shu still held the nursery rhyme paper in his hand and had no intention of returning it.
After noticing her gaze, Gongyi Shu rolled up the paper and put it into his sleeve, “Make a price.” He didn’t want to return it anyway.
Mi August said: “This is not urgent.”
The book of justice has a subtle look in its eyes.