Phantom looked at the sky, sure enough, this kid's previous pure gods were all pretended, this kid will follow his father's black belly in the future, blue out of blue, even more than the rhythm of blue.

Ignoring him directly, he turned his head and asked Ji Moya, "Husband, what should I do about this?" ”

Ji Moya recalled and said pertinently, "I saw that little girl last time she was a good girl, but this woman is not right." ”

Phantom Tianyan pursed his lips, nodded and replied, "I understand, it stands to reason that we shouldn't take care of other people's affairs, but since it involves us, we have to take a look, husband, you go to cultivate, and leave this matter to me and Xiaobao." ”

"Okay, lady has worked hard." The sound of Jimoya is as beautiful as a clear spring on the stone.

This nameless town is the size of a palm, and there is no cultivator, Xiaobao can walk sideways, not to mention the Xuan Ling Master, the Chosen One, and Feng Lingbao's illusion face?

With the improvement of his cultivation, in addition to maintaining his coquettish appearance in front of him, his temperament is a lot more stable in front of people.

People's state of mind will change with time, environment, experience, experience, and cultivation.

As the saying goes, self-cultivation, virtue and generosity are all very reasonable.

The more Ji Moya looks at the illusion, the more he likes it.

He was very fortunate to witness the growth and transformation of Phantom Tilt Face, and witnessed all kinds of different little faces, each of which he liked.

Seeing that Phantom Tanyan packed up a box of pastries, and was about to go out with Xiaobao in hand, Ji Moya used secret language to convey the voice and told Phantom Tanyan again, "Xiaobao's personality is still a little frizzy, you let him hone it through this matter." ”

Phantom turned his head and smiled, "Well, I know, don't worry, husband." ”

Ji Moya almost wanted to look stupid.

Xiaobao turned around and grimaced, "Dad, wake up, your eyeballs are about to fall out!" ”

Jimoya almost choked up, and he wanted to slap this little rabbit out of Nameless Town......

Wang's house, the back door.

Yahuan Xiaocui was so anxious that she was about to shed tears, begging the housekeeper who was about to go out.

"Steward Wang, after our young lady drank the medicine, she started to have a fever, can you trouble Dr. Zhou in the town again?"

The housekeeper is newly appointed, named Wang Qi, a middle-aged man with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks, and a long-haired mole on the side of his mouth.

Wang Qi touched the long-haired mole on his chin and said mockingly, "Doctor Zhou came yesterday and said that Miss Niuniu is not in the way, just drink the medicine for a few days." What do you mean when you come to me to cry if you don't go to serve your master? Are you dissatisfied with our aunt's housekeeper? Besides, Dr. Zhou asks for half a tael of silver at a time, this is so much for the outpatient fee, you pay for it yourself! ”

Xiaocui is dumbfounded, where is she rich? She is a maid who sells the deed of death, in the past, her wife was kind, and she also sent her a monthly case of 300 wen every month, but now after her aunt is in charge, there is no penny per month.

Miss Niuniu's monthly routine has also been stopped for several months, but Miss herself doesn't know.

Usually whenever she wants to buy something, she takes her savings from the early years, and she spends about it, not enough money to hire a doctor.

Xiaocui was about to find an opportunity to tell Miss.

This happened before it could be said.

But when he thought of the little master's high fever that did not go away, he whispered again, "Didn't that family lose a hundred taels of silver to our Wang family yesterday?" ”