In the next few days, Mo Huaisan thoroughly experienced a magic horse called the all-round little guy.

Is there an unlucky egg who has to chop wood and carry water every day, is there an unlucky egg who has to cook rice after chopping firewood and picking water, and is there an unlucky egg who has to be driven to tidy up the field before he can eat a few bites after cooking, Mo Huaisan Sensen's suspicion, this Mo Huaisan in his pen will be an all-round little guy, and he is also forced out!

Looking at his thin body with tears streaming down his face, Mo Huaisan almost chopped off his hands fiercely, calling himself cheap, calling himself cheap, why did he write so miserably about the little people around him! Amazing......

Mo Huaisan was already so unlucky, but God seemed to want to make him even more unlucky, this day he was tired and tired of chopping firewood, carrying water, cooking rice, and after eating, he planned to go to the field, but he was stopped by Tang Yu's immortal master.

"Little third son, I'll stop for the master."

"Uh, master, what's wrong?" Mo Huaisan, who was walking towards the edge of the cultivated field, stopped in an instant, the look on his face could be said to be that stiff, he had a hunch that this old man called himself a poisonous concubine.

Don't say how he knows, God knows how difficult it is for this immortal wind to serve, he carries water three times a day for Mao, isn't it because there are two difficult masters on this mountain?

You tell me that this old man is so old, and he still learns what white clothes people wear, don't you know that white clothes are particularly difficult to wash? There are also two of them big men, why do they have a habit of cleanliness, and the little servants of the two masters who have to take a bath at least twice a day can't afford to hurt them.

Well, Mo Huaisan completely forgot that he set the character's character like this, and at this time, he could only look up to the sky forty-five degrees and burst into tears.

"Little Sanzi, you were injured a few days ago, and this kung fu has fallen, for the teacher, I see that your body has recovered well in the past two days, so from today onwards, you will continue to practice with Yu'er."

After saying this, the master of the fairy wind bone also patted Mo Huaisan's shoulder to show encouragement, God knows that Mo Huaisan, who was patted on the shoulder, wanted to die, practicing Shenma, practicing his sister!

As a good young man living in the twenty-first world, Mo Huaisan has never thought about practicing this thing, but now that he accidentally crossed into his own text, he actually had to go through such a journey, Mo Huaisan once again said that he was under a lot of pressure.

But even though he was under a lot of pressure, Mo Huaisan still walked to Tang Yu's side slowly, licking his face and looking at Tang Yu, "Young master, the master asked me to practice with you." ”

"Since the master said so, then you can squat for an hour first, and let me see if your kung fu has fallen recently."

After Tang Yu finished saying this, he went to his own side, leaving the very tangled Mo Huaisan alone, Mo Huaisan, who had completely changed a core, felt even more tragic after listening to Tang Yu's words, what should he do?

Scratching his hair, Mo Huaisan could only imitate the method of squatting on TV in the end, and squatted one.

Five minutes passed, and Mo Huaisan felt that his legs were sore.

Ten minutes passed, and Mo Huaisan only felt a little dizzy from the sun.

Fifteen minutes passed, and Mo Huaisan felt that his throat was very thirsty.

Twenty minutes passed, and Mo Huaisan's feet began to tremble.

Thirty minutes passed, Mo Huaisan felt that his leg was about to break, and the person was about to hang, looking at the sky speechlessly, Mo Huaisan thought, could it be that God let himself cross over here just to make himself squatting and be tired to death?

Sure enough, the pit is dead!

The villain in his heart burst into tears, and Mo Huaisan swore that if he had the opportunity to let himself go back, he would definitely fill the pit well.

Just when Mo Huaisan was about to hang up, Tang Yu, who didn't know where to run, finally reappeared in front of Mo Huaisan, and when he saw Mo Huaisan's half-dead appearance, he showed a surprised smile.

"Yikes! Little San, what's wrong with you, it's only been forty minutes, can't you? ”

No more...... No more...... No more......

Such a word kept echoing in Mo Huaisan's mind, Mo Huaisan almost wanted to smash the table,, who can't do it.

opened his mouth, and Mo Huaisan began to harden his mouth, "Young master, I can do it." ”

"Little San, don't be joking, I think you can't do it, you have regressed, young master, I'm very unhappy now."

Tang Yu still looked at Mo Huaisan's half-dead appearance with a smile, there was no pity at all, he had lived in this era for more than ten years, he had completely integrated into this era, what was such a thing as compassion, he Tang Yu didn't know at all, he only knew that if his entourage was too weak, he would lose his reputation in the future.