That night, Mo Li once again used his identity, conspiracy, and despicable and shameless tactics to trick a maid who delivered food into the room, not only collecting yin and replenishing yang, ingesting essence, but also casting witchcraft and evil spells to devour the girl's soul and bury the corpse again;

In the early morning of the next day, the old housekeeper followed Mo Li's instructions, brought a total of thirty maids, and after reporting to Mo Li, he replaced all the household servants of the Qingya Xianju, and took the list from Mo Li's hand, then bowed down and retired, and left in a hurry with the family servants;

"Those strange things, I don't know if I can find them, and the daughter of the yin, what should I do?

In the bedroom, Mo Li sat cross-legged on the bed, using his mind to urge the demonic qi in his body, according to the magic skills recorded in the forbidden book, a stream of ethereal black smoke, lingering around his body, half an hour later, Mo Li slowly finished his work, his brows furrowed, and he sighed in frustration;

"This speed is too slow, right! It seems that if you want to rescue Bai Shou as soon as possible, you still have to use the method of collecting yin and supplementing yang!"

Mo Li was patient and insisted on running the magic skill for thirty-six small weeks, that is, a big week, but the results of the first cultivation made me very disappointed, the demonic energy in the dantian only increased slightly, the stark contrast, the huge gap, made Mo Li have evil thoughts again;

"Someone!"

Mo Li thought about it for a while, had a plan in his heart, got up and left the bed, slowly came to the window, did not open the window, and opened his mouth indifferently for a long time to summon, waiting for the unlucky fish to take the bait, he desperately wanted to cast the Daoji as soon as possible, rescue his beloved wife with his magical powers, and live happily ever after;

"The slave and maid pay a visit to the childe! I don't know what the son is calling, what are the instructions?"

A slightly beautiful maid, deftly pushed open the door, bowed down, looked curiously at Mo Li facing the window lattice, looked at his slightly depressed back, guessed his loneliness and loneliness, wishful thinking, daydreaming of sparrows flying up the branches and becoming phoenixes;

Lang Qing concubine, everything is logical, and Mo Li also took it for granted, began to pick yin and supplement yang, in order to cultivate the evil path of demon skills, from then on, with ulterior motives, he numbly looked at the maids with different thoughts, under his conspiracy methods, became the furnace of his cultivation of magic skills. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Old lady, it's time to drink the medicine!"

On the sickbed, Mo Li's mother, Mrs. Mo with a sick face, opened her eyes when she heard the words, tilted her head with difficulty, looked at Qiu Ju who was haggard but full of smiles, smiled kindly and kindly, and was even more relieved that she had been recognized for her careful care in the past month;

"Well... Good boy... Ahem... My Mo family... Can have you... Such... Good daughter-in-law... Ahem... It's a past life... Repaired... Woodford... Fate... Ahem... These days... Thank you for your hard work... Look... You're all... Thin... Ahem..."

Old Madam Mo panted and said, her voice was hoarse and weak, weak, and she couldn't say a few words, she was about to cough for a while, and in her cloudy pupils, there was a layer of gray-black mist lingering, which was a sign that she was terminally ill, her body was dead, and she was about to die;

"Old lady! Don't say that, this is what the slave family should do, the slave family is the daughter-in-law of the Mo family, it is the duty of the slave family to take care of you, you are old and weak, let's talk less! Come on! The slave family will help you get up, so that the slave family can serve you and drink the medicine, and the slave family will have to serve the master for a while!"

Qiu Ju's tone was soft, as if she was coaxing a child, she leaned over cautiously, gently stretched out her hands, helped Mrs. Mo to sit up slowly, turned around and picked up the decoction she had cooked herself from the maid's tray, carefully blew the medicine cold, and carefully fed it to Mrs. Mo;

Old Mrs. Mo's appearance, Qiu Ju looked worried, as an orphan who had been lonely and helpless since she was a child, she was sold to a place like Qinglou, after these days of getting along day and night, she had already regarded the second elder of the Mo family as her own biological parents from the bottom of her heart;

"Old lady, you have a good rest! Take care of your health! The slave family will go to serve the master and drink medicine! This will leave you! When the slave family is busy for a while, I will come to accompany you!"

Qiu Ju turned around and put down the medicine bowl, took out the handkerchief she was carrying, moved gently and carefully, wiped the medicine stains from the corners of Mrs. Mo's mouth, smiled at Mrs. Mo, and said goodbye softly;

"Alas!"

The old lady sighed when she heard this, and the two lines of turbid tears slipped involuntarily, and her heart was moved;

"Xiaoyu, Xiaohua, then stay and take care of the old lady! If the old lady is unwell, then one will go to the doctor, and the other will notify me!"

Qiu Ju gently instructed the two maids, turned to Mrs. Mo, bowed down and bowed a thousand blessings, and after a few thorough gifts, then the lotus step moved lightly, and left in a hurry accompanied by the two maids, because it was two adjacent rooms, so Qiu Ju soon arrived at Master Mo's room;

"Sir, it's time for you to drink your medicine!"

Qiu Ju walked into the room, quickly came to the sickbed, called softly to Master Mo, looked at the white-haired Old Man Mo, with a face of butter, his sallow face was full of wrinkles, and the torture of illness made him look even more old and haggard, and Qiu Ju was heartbroken and touched a lot;

"Master, Qiu Ju has come to see you! It's time for you to drink medicine!"

Qiu Ju shouted, seeing that Old Man Mo did not react, he suddenly chuckled in his heart, and a bad premonition came to his mind, and he hurriedly raised his voice, and called again in an anxious and worried tone, but unfortunately Old Man Mo still did not react, and this situation suddenly frightened Qiu Juhua's complexion;

"Hurry! Come to the doctor!"

Qiu Ju, who had no owner of the six gods, hurriedly ordered the maid next to her to find the doctor, and after the maid left, Qiu Ju was in a panic, and suddenly thought of the person who made her miss day and night.

"You go and inform the housekeeper and ask him to hurry up and tell the son, just say that the old man is in critical condition, please take a trip back! Go quickly!

When the maid heard this, she hurriedly turned around, wet a cold towel, and before returning to Old Man Mo's sickbed, she bent over with a worried face, first wiped Old Man Mo's face, washed the towel, and put it on Old Man Mo's forehead, anxious and kept calling;

But said that the old housekeeper has been busy these days, while running around, buying those strangely named herbs for Mo Li, and at the same time arranging the chores of Mo Mansion, just after returning home, he learned that the old man was in critical condition, and immediately went to Mo Li to report it. (To be continued.) )