Fortunately, he held back and didn't let his old face be thrown outside.

"Hmm......" He had just stood still for less than half a minute, and he felt a terrible stomachache again, so he had no choice but to hold on to the wall and walk back to the thatched house.

When Qi Miao came back again, Mo Yu had already returned to normal, because she didn't find out about Mo Yu's miserable condition, "Mo Yu, he's so miserable, are you okay?" ”

It stands to reason that Bei Yingqing was poisoned by tea like this, so Mo Yu should not be much better, is it really just because he eats less and has little impact?

"I'm in good health, he's old." Twilight chuckled.

If he hadn't taken the medicine, it is estimated that he would have ended up with the same fate as Bei Yingqing, it seems that the second child's medical skills have improved quite a bit during this time, well, give him some more wages, right?

If Xiu Wanzhen knew that his stingy master was actually thinking about processing money for him, he would definitely jump directly into the hot spring pool behind the Regent's Mansion - take a bath.

Qi Miao couldn't help but laugh when she heard that Mo Yu was so buried in the Northern Darkness Engine: "In terms of the age of the Lanchuan Continent, he is not too old. ”

After the people of the Lanchuan Continent reached the eighth level, their lifespan increased by fifty years for each level of promotion, which meant that as an eighth-level spirit, Bei Yingqing had a lifespan of one hundred and fifty years, which was indeed not old at his current age of sixty.

"Well, it doesn't count."

Mo Yu nodded slightly, took out the dishes he had asked Zhuge Wumou to send again just now and put them on the table, and served a bowl of rice for Qi Miao, "Let's eat first." ”

"Okay."

Qi Miao smiled and took the bowl handed over by Mo Yu, and by the way, he took a few dishes that he liked and put them in his bowl for him to eat by himself.

Fortunately, Mo Hui didn't care about Xue'er eating with them, otherwise she really didn't know how to settle Xue'er, after all, Xue'er had been with her for a long time, and it was common for them to eat and live together.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it's September.

In the past ten days, Qi Miao has never forgotten to cultivate, and finally succeeded in becoming a third-level peak blood and spirit addition two days ago, and he was only one step away from successfully entering the fourth level.

Although the blood qi realm in her body has not improved much in the past few days, the degree of condensation has more than doubled.

Moreover, Mo Yu also said that her body was too weak, and she was pulled to "practice" and forced her to practice martial arts together, but her martial arts talent was too weak, and she could only break through the first-level intermediate level in ten days.

If people outside knew that Qi Miao was actually complaining about her weak martial arts talent, they would definitely cry to her.

Fortunately, we have only been able to achieve the results of your ten or so days of cultivation after two or three years of hard work, and you still say that you have poor talent, is this forcing us to commit suicide collectively?

It's a pity that Qi Miao doesn't know the difference between them, and her mind is still stuck in the blood clan.

The continent where the blood clan is located is a high-level continent, and how can the intensity of aura, blood, and martial qi be comparable to that of the Lanchuan continent?

Mo Yu looked helplessly at Qi Miao, who was struggling with his talent, and sighed: "Lanchuan is not as good as the blood clan, you must know that the achievements you have achieved in ten days are already beyond the reach of others in several years." ”

"Really?"

Hearing Mo Yu's words, Qi Miao's dying heart finally had a few waves, and she said that she was a genius, and it couldn't be a waste material!

"Fake." Twilight rolled her eyes rarely.

If he hadn't seen the light in Qi Miao's eyes, he really wouldn't have imagined that Qi Miao was such a narcissistic guy.

"......" Qi Miao twitched the corners of her mouth, deciding not to pay attention to the bastard Moyu again.