079 Myrrh

She has always been a soft-hearted person, but being soft-hearted does not mean that she is stupid.

Thirty years in Hexi and thirty years in Hedong, gold will always shine.

Money is a dead thing to her.

It's also very interesting to do something meaningful with it.

Moreover......

Weighing left and right, it seems that she is not too much of a loss no matter how you say the two consequences.

And when the stall owner heard her say this, he instantly understood her thoughts, took her money, and got her benefits, how could he continue to touch her brow?

Smile and accept it, flattering: "It's the girl who thinks thoughtfully." ”

For a rich kid like her, money is just something outside the body, if those little beggars are really the kind of waste that eats and waits for death, what she loses is just a little money, but if those little beggars really have the ability to fight for breath and become high-ranking officials......

Isn't that the reward......

The stall owner couldn't help but think of the situation when he drove them away again and again for fear that they would affect his stall's business, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he had not seen it.

When he came to his senses, the girl sitting in his stall was gone.

The weather on the street was hot, and the vendors were sweating profusely from the heat, but their mouths were shouting non-stop.

One on top of the other, very noisy.

Zhan Beitian walked in the shade, looked at them and frowned, remembering the word air conditioning party.

It's a summer noon, the sun is hanging, it's the hottest time of the day, but why are they still here shouting and refusing to go home?

Stretched out his hand and grabbed a passer-by casually: "Big brother, what time has it been, why haven't these people collected stalls yet?" ”

Before anyone heard the voice, the person who was dragged by her heard such a soft and sweet voice and turned his head to look over.

Unexpectedly, it was a strange human with a bandage on his head.

"Hell!"

Frightened, the man turned pale and violently broke free from her hand, and ran away.

“……”

Zhan Beitian felt more and more that this was a world of 'faces'.

stopped a few people in a row, and they all ended up in the same situation.

Zhan Bei's face is not good, it should be said that it is already dark.

Taking a deep breath, I swallowed my anger and found an inn to stay in.

Sticky and uncomfortable, she took a shower and immediately felt refreshed.

To prevent the wound on her head from becoming infected, the bandages were changed at least once a day.

When the baggage was opened, the medicines in the storage bag were scattered, and many bottles were even empty.

Zhan Bei tilted his face confused.

If she's not mistaken, she doesn't seem to have used the medicine many times?!

Why is it empty all of a sudden?!

She didn't use much last time when the little guy lived!

Afraid that she was hallucinating, she picked up the bottle again and poured it backwards.

I confirmed it again, and the medicine was really gone.

Could it be that her little talk didn't expect her to use so much trauma medicine, so she put a little less......

Zhan Bei leaned on the bed, wiped his face, and let out a sigh.

What can she do?

I can't contact Xiao Beitian and ask him to send her medicine.

Anyway, she is also an alchemist, like this kind of herbal medicine preparation method for treating external injuries, she is also perfect, what kind of ability is it to rely on her own apprentice.

Sure enough, it still depends on yourself at the critical moment.

Zhan Bei has his own thoughts in his heart.

At night, Zhan Beitian casually ate two bites of food and returned to the room.

But she didn't sleep, she opened the window, grabbed the inferior weapon she had bought, and disappeared into the darkness of the night.

It's not that she didn't go to the pharmacy, but the herbs in the pharmacy don't have what she needs.

If this were not the case, Zhan Beiqian would not be willing to go out in the middle of the night to find medicine.