Chapter 57: Fighters in Scrap (1)
"I said that you girl is unreasonable, it was you who ate the grass by mistake, and you snatched the old man's medicine bag and ate up the poison, and the old man took out the only life-saving pill to save your life for a day so that he could use it to develop an antidote, don't you thank Elder Ben and blame me?!"
Drawing a kite: "......"
"It's too much, it's me who should be wronged, and you're embarrassed to blame me!"
The elder of the material warehouse thought that the kite would reply, and pondered how to continue arguing later, but he didn't expect a slight snoring sound from his back.
"You damn child...... Alas, the nest fire, what a nest fire! ”
The Elder of the Material Depot returned to Yunwu Mountain with a stomach, and as soon as he entered the Alchemy Pavilion, the Elder of the Material Depot shouted at the top of his voice.
"Mei Qiantu, quickly take out the medicinal tea that the old man asked you to make yesterday afternoon and set it aside."
"Yes, Elder."
"Cold ...... It's cold. He also frowned in his sleep, his hands and feet were cold, and his lips were purple from the cold.
At this time, he was helping the medicine boy to pound herbs, and when he heard that the master was back, he put down his work and ran out.
"Liger, you're back."
As soon as the elder of the material warehouse heard the voice of Wu Xi, he had a headache, before going to the mortal realm, this kid cried and cried to follow him to the mortal realm to find the painting kite, and he still hugged his thigh and did not let go, it was really difficult.
In the end, it was a sleepy spell that shut him up.
"Lion Tiger, did Sister Zheng come back with you?"
The elder of the material warehouse walked all the way to the ice room, and snorted coldly when he heard it, this kid only cares about painting the kite, and doesn't care about him at all.
He is old, and he can't use spells in the mortal realm, isn't he afraid that he will be robbed without regret?
"Dead ...... Cold"
As soon as she walked into the ice room, she was awakened by freezing, and she looked left and right, and there were ice slags everywhere, "Where am I?" "Originally, she was poisoned and felt very cold, and now she is still in the ice cellar, is this a hallucination?
"Ice Room." The Elder of the Warehouse cast a spell to set a light shield around her to prevent her from running around.
Sure enough, as soon as he saw him turn around, he slowly sat up and wanted to get off the ground.
The Elder of the Warehouse heard a "bang" behind him, and then a muffled snort sounded.
After a slight pause, the Elder of the Material Warehouse shook his head and continued to walk forward, out of the ice room.
"What did I just touch...... "The kite touched his nose and rolled his eyes to look at the light mask above his head.
Suddenly, she froze in place as if she had been struck by lightning......
"How did my hands get longer!" She looked at the two slender and well-proportioned hands, and was so happy that the pain was reduced a little.
"I'm back in shape!" It's not a three-year-old anymore.
"Sister Zheng, it turns out that you are in the ice room." Standing at the door of the ice room at some point, he rubbed his palms and seemed to be afraid of the cold, and after hesitating for a while, he still walked in.
"Don't come here, it's cold in here." The painting kite was still immersed in the joy of regaining its original body, and his voice was also light, of course, if there was no coldness in the whole body and a dull ache in the internal organs, it would be even better.
Without hesitation, he walked up to the light mask, looked at her and asked.
"Sister Zheng, your clothes are so big, and why is your face blue and purple, is it injured?" He frowned.
"......" the zither tried to squeeze out a stiff smile, "I'm frozen, you can leave quickly." As the words fell, she leaned her back against the hospital bed and exhaled slowly from her mouth, trying to relieve the pain.
However, it didn't work at all.