Chapter 125: Doing What He Likes (2)

After speaking, the cold butler flicked his sleeves and wanted to go in.

Suddenly, a figure suddenly appeared in the oblique thorn, and a girl who was only five or six years old with two pigtails hugged the cold butler's thigh and cried: "Butler Leng, please, please give me some medicine, my mother is about to get sick...... Whining...... Please......"

The little girl's words seemed to resonate, and one after another cries rang out.

The cries came and went, each more miserable than the other.

However, the cold butler's face was still as cold as his surname, he pulled the little girl, threw her aside like a rag, patted the trouser tube as if it was dirty, and hummed in a cold voice: "Want to ask for medicine?" Unless you take out the treasure that our master sees, and want our master to give medicine to the doctor? Daydream and go! ”

After saying that, he threw up his sleeves coldly and walked away.

Su Luo's eyebrows furrowed slightly. What kind of master has what kind of minions, this cold butler is so arrogant in his words and deeds, then the cold medicine master must be very difficult.

However, what if you are a high-level alchemist, is it still higher than the legendary old man of Purple Fire? The "Nameless Danfang" that his old man spent his whole life working on is in his own hands, and there is also the world-famous purple powder tripod, do you have a cold pharmacist?

Su Luo raised his eyebrows and gestured to the left pharmacist.

A wry smile flashed in the eyes of the pharmacist Zuo.

There is a strict hierarchy among alchemists, and he, an intermediate alchemist, can still shake in front of others, but in front of senior alchemists, he can only bow his eyebrows and be pleasing to his eyes.

And everyone knows that this cold housekeeper grew up with the cold pharmacist since he was a child, and the two have a good relationship, the cold pharmacist is dedicated to studying medical skills, and all the trivial matters are taken care of by the cold housekeeper, so only the cold housekeeper has always been arrogant in front of others, but no one dares to be arrogant in front of him.

Even someone on his left, when he met the cold housekeeper, he couldn't straighten his waist.

The left pharmacist smiled and called the cold butler who was about to go in.

Steward Leng looked back and saw Pharmacist Zuo, frowned slightly, and his expression was not very respectful: "Pharmacist Zuo, why are you here again?" My master doesn't have time to point out your messy doubts. ”

After speaking, Butler Leng walked into the door without stopping and motioned for his entourage to close the door.

The corners of Su Luo's mouth raised a mocking sneer.

Is a high-level alchemist that remarkable? A housekeeper of his family can yell at an intermediate alchemist? Dare to close the door in front of him and not take the other party in his eyes at all?

Looking at the left pharmacist again, I saw him caressing a few goat's whiskers, his face was sad or joyless, as if he had expected the scene in front of him, and he did not reject the attitude of the cold steward.

It seems to be accustomed to such scenes.

Hades is easy to see, but the little ghost is difficult.

No wonder, no wonder even Steward Xu couldn't invite a cold pharmacist.

Su Luo smiled coldly, pressed the door that was about to close, and his voice was firm with a hint of coldness: "Wait!" ”

There are still people who have the audacity to stop it? Steward Leng thought it was incredible, he showed a sharp-beaked monkey cheek face, a pair of shrewd and arrogant little eyes stared at Su Luo coldly, raised his chin proudly, and squinted at Su Luo: "Where did the yellow-haired girl come from?" Impatient to live? ”

What a vulgar and rude housekeeper!

But no matter how unreasonable he was, there were still countless people on their knees begging him to accept the gifts they had bought with all their money. The facts once again proved in front of Su Luo that alchemists on the mainland were such a respectable profession.