He knew that he couldn't easily agree to the conditions of the woman in front of him!

Say anything to help him collect medicine, even if he pays back the life-saving grace!

Sure enough, it's not that simple!

"You let me pick those ghost things?" Song Yanzhao glared at Mu Jin with disgust. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Mu Jin nodded with a smile.

Song Yanzhao immediately became messy, "That's a grave! That's something that grows on someone's grave, are you sure it's a medicinal herb?"

They were now in the middle of a wood, with a grave in front of them.

The tombs were neatly built, with the one in the middle being the tallest and the largest, while the others were smaller and scattered around.

Probably because there was no one to take care of it for a while, the grave was overgrown with weeds, and the tallest grave in the middle had some brightly colored mushrooms in addition to weeds.

Mu Jin's eyes fell on those mushrooms, shining, "The bottom is thick and the top is thin, the mushroom cap is orange, the one called the red ghost pen, it is a good medicinal material for scattering poison, reducing swelling, and building muscles, and the mushroom cap is like an umbrella, dripping black juice around it, it is called the ink ghost umbrella, which can detoxify, reduce swelling, and remove phlegm." ”

Compared to Mu Jin, who had two eyes shining when it came to medicinal materials, Song Yanzhao's mood was not so good, "What kind of ghost medicinal materials are these? The names are so weird!"

It doesn't matter what kind of red ghost pen it is, what kind of black ghost pen is this, how can there be medicinal herbs that grow on the grave?

Song Liang, who was standing behind Song Yanzhao, muttered with a bitter face, "Such a strange medicinal herb is still grown in the cemetery, it is scary to say, picking this kind of medicinal herb is really not worthy of her little medicine immortal's name and temperament!"

Holly next to her glared at Song Liang angrily, "What do you know?" My lady said that these two medicinal herbs only grow in the deep mountains and wild forests, but they have the best medicinal effect in the cemetery, and it is rare to encounter them, so it's a pity not to pick them!"

Is it a pity? Song Yanzhao didn't think it at all.

Song Yanzhao was listening to Mu Jin talk about the details of the medicine collection with black lines on his face, "...... It must be uprooted, otherwise the efficacy of the medicine will be reduced, and you must not touch the juice of the ink ghost umbrella, it is very toxic. ”

Song Yanzhao's face turned pale, and he roared in disbelief, "Why don't you pick it yourself?

As he spoke, he suddenly looked at Mu Jin with wide eyes, "Oh, I know, where are you asking me to repay the favor, you are obviously complaining to me, you are thinking about the last time I destroyed your medicinal materials, and take the opportunity to retaliate against me, right?"

The more Song Yanzhao thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible, and he couldn't help but feel a little more angry when he looked at Mu Jin!

How could this little doctor fairy actually make some strange medicinal herbs, the first time I met her was to soak medicinal herbs in the dung pit, this time I have to go to someone's grave to collect medicinal herbs, next time I won't dig someone's coffin, right?

Mu Jin tilted his head and glanced at Song Liang with a smile, "Your entourage has all said, I am a little medicine immortal, and I went to collect medicinal herbs on other people's graves, which is really not worthy of my temperament, how can I do such a thing?"

Song Yanzhao passed by with an eye knife, and Song Liang shrunk his neck, wishing that he didn't exist.

"Could it be that the temperament of the master is like doing this kind of thing?" Song Yanzhao snorted heavily.

"You're a man, it's better for a big man to do this kind of thing than for me to be a weak woman. Mu Jin smiled, and said it as a matter of course.

This sentence can finally be heard, and he feels that he is a big man, the manly Song Yanzhao snorted, paused, and couldn't help muttering: "Where do you look like a weak woman?"

The weak woman Mu Jin blinked and sighed: "Okay, there is another reason for you to go picking, I can save you if you are poisoned, if I go to pick and poison, can you save me?"

Song Yanzhao was speechless.

Touching his nose, Song Yanzhao resigned himself to picking up the small basket that Mu Jin handed over to him, and couldn't help but emphasize, "Ye has never liked to owe others, are you sure that if you pick this medicinal herb, you will be repaid for saving your life?"

Mu Jin nodded very seriously, "The grace of saving lives will be repaid clearly!"

Song Yanzhao snorted, turned around and entered the cemetery, not seeing the slightly sympathetic gaze of Holly behind him.

Her lady has always only acted according to what she thinks, Holly silently sympathized with Song Yanzhao in her heart, her lady must still remember Song Yanzhao owes her three times in her heart! After all, the lady values medicinal materials the most, Song Yanzhao destroyed her medicinal materials, and it is strange that the lady doesn't read it!

It seems that Jinling Xiaobawang is going to embark on a journey of repaying debts from now on!

Holly shook her head and looked at Song Yanzhao, who had already walked into the highest cemetery, and was not surprised to hear his shout.

"What does this smell like? It stinks!" Song Yanzhao covered his nose and glared at Mu Jin angrily, but unfortunately the distance was a little far, and his angry gaze really had no effect.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you, these two herbs don't smell very good!" Mu Jin waved his hand with an innocent face and no apologies, "I'm sorry for you!"

It's not just a bad smell, it's a terrible smell!

What did you forget to tell him? It was clearly deliberate, so careful, it must have been deliberately corrected, Song Yanzhao made another definition in his heart.

He blushed, covered his nose with one hand, and quickly grabbed a handful of those red or black mushrooms with the other, and threw them all into the basket, whether it was right or not.

"Your kindness is a bit perfunctory!" Mu Jin's slow voice floated over.

Song Yanzhao's body stiffened, gritted his teeth and blackened his face, and dug out those red ghost pens and ink ghost umbrellas one by one.

He swore he would never see medicinal herbs again in his life!

Song Liang shrunk his neck and looked at Song Yanzhao with a bitter look on his body splashed with a lot of mud spots, woo, he was done this time, if he hadn't picked the poisonous fruit by mistake, his master would not have owed the little medicine fairy, and he wouldn't have to suffer such a crime.

The master of his family is the little overlord of Jinling, he has been pampered since he was a child, and he is noble and noble, and he has someone to send him to him if he wants it, not to mention going to the ground to collect medicine, his grandfather has not even touched the soil in his own village, when has he suffered like this.

This little medicine fairy is inevitably too eccentric, how can he actually play tricks on his master? Song Liang silently complained in his heart!

Holding his breath, he finally finished picking the mushrooms from the grave, and Song Yanzhao quickly lifted the basket and prepared to run back in one go.

"Where did the thief come from, he dared to destroy my ancestral grave!" suddenly a voice full of anger came from behind him.

Song Yanzhao turned around in amazement, and there were a group of more than a dozen people standing behind him, some men and women, some old and young, and a few men in the prime of life carrying a coffin!

Everyone glared at Song Yanzhao angrily.

Song Yanzhao was dumbfounded!

Isn't this a deep mountain forest? Aren't the nearby villages empty?

He had been wandering around here for a day without seeing a single figure, so where did these people come from?