The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

She was just her, the only woman in the world who made him love her.

The emperor converged his mind and raised his head slowly. Instead of answering everyone's questions, he looked at Han Chu Jiu.

“Within a year, Benjun will bring [Phoenix grass] and [Kunlun wood] for the Pharmaceutical King. Is the drug lord satisfied with the reward? ”

……

When Han Chu Jiu returned to the Pharmaceutical King's Palace and entered the inheritance space, his face was still a little tranced.

So much so that he didn't even notice the little man walking in.

“Master Nine, what's wrong?” Muang asked nervously, "Doesn't the antidote work? ”

Han Chu Jiu turned to God and nodded continuously: “It's working. Good boy, you are really the Fuxing of the master. ”

Mu Yan took a long, relaxed breath.

She doesn't know who the master is going to treat.

Doesn't seem to have anything to do with her?

But I don't know why. I heard it was poisoned and she was relieved.

“By the way, Master, who the hell is that poison eater? ”

Han Chu Jiu hummed: “Aren't those the bastards? Bullying is the joy of bullying a teacher on a weekday, to the critical moment, it is still the help of a teacher? ”

That little look, it really doesn't make sense to the little man.

The brighter the crystalline eyes, and the drum's cheeks, the more childish they look.

Muang's gaze fell on the white beard beside his mouth?

Strange. Why does the corner seem to be sticking up?

And the skin underneath, the more tender and smooth the appearance, and the meat screaming, looks particularly pinched.

Mu's hand itched, couldn't help but pinch the curly beard and pull.

Tear-!!

Han Chu Jiu's eyes are silly.

Mu Yan is a fool too.

“Master Nine?!” Moo-yan winks. "Are you really my pharmacist? Is it not the grandson of the Pharmaceutical King? ”

Han Chu Jiu felt the sunny thunderbolt, spinning heavenly, he couldn't help but faint directly.

Got caught!

Baby Padawan found out who he really is!!

Ahhhh!! It's over!

Baby Padawan must not want him!

What if the baby pupil is snatched away by the bastards in the poles and the peacock in the emperor?!

Then Mu Yan looked at Master Nine, who had been dressed as a fairy wind tunnel bone for several days.

Like grasshoppers on a frying pan, they jump around in inheritance space.

“Peacock", “Baby Padawan”, “Can't be robbed."

Mu Yan couldn't help but laugh. He finally calmed down his ninth master.

Han Chu Jiu finally realized what it was, coughed slightly, and reappeared the expression of fairy wind tunnel bone.

It's just that there's no white-white mask now, and Muay has just seen who he really is.

I couldn't help but laugh at him like this.

“Cough, Master Nine, you said you were over a thousand years old? Then why do you look like a teenager? ”

Especially this round face, round eyes, and a fat, meaty little hand.

Cough... this is so much softer than Seven.

Makes people look unconscious and want to pinch that round face.

Han Chu Jiu bites his teeth and cuts them: “It's not the damn [spell] yet! ”

“[Curse]?” Mu Yan was stunned first.

The pupils then contracted suddenly.

The word, she is not unfamiliar. When the third brother was sick, the elder brother said that he was in the [spell].

But when Mu Yan asked when [the spell] was, several brothers were silent.

Or, other than the Third Brother, no one else knows about it.