"Ah, hahaha, how could I not know where you are? In this is not the case. When Bai Mo heard what he said, he smiled a little embarrassedly, and hurriedly looked at the vague place where there were probably people.

"Little Miss, what's wrong with your eyes?" Ming Chuan, who gradually noticed that something was wrong, asked with a worried frown.

"It's nothing...... Bai Mo said with a dry laugh.

"Little Miss, what kind of soup are you looking at?" Listening to her words, Ming Chuan asked a little unconvinced.

Bai Mo stretched his face to the blurred place, "looked", hesitated for a while, and said, "...... Pig's trotter soup"

"Well, that little lady, drink it quickly!." After listening to her words, Ming Chuan really believed that Bai Mo's eyes were fine, so he urged her to drink the soup.

Bai Mo looked at the soup he hated the most in his life, suppressed his desire to vomit, and said to Ming Chuan: "It just so happens that Mingyue is not there, you asked people to boil hot water for me, and I will take a good bath." ”

Ming Chuan listened to her words and hesitated for a while and said, "But the master asked me to watch you finish drinking before you can go out." ”

As soon as he heard his words, Bai Mo's brain hurt, and then he yelled: "Bold, don't you still listen to me?" ”

"Little Miss, the slave doesn't dare, it's just that the master said that you hate drinking soup the most, so you have to let me watch you drink it."

Bai Mo looked at him and said that he wanted to take a spoon and drink a few sips to deal with it, but he didn't touch the spoon after grabbing it in the air a few times, and seemed to feel the puzzled gaze and coughed a few times, and shook his hand on the soup a few times, and said: "This soup is too hot, I'll fan it." Then he took the bowl and drank the soup served by Mingchuan in one go, hesitated too hard to drink, coughed a few times in the last few sips, and accidentally spilled it on his clothes and said: "Drink it, now you have to boil water for me!" ”

Seeing that she had drunk, Ming Chuan hesitated a few times, nodded, and went out.

Bai Mo's figure gradually disappeared from vision, and finally after hearing the sound of the door closing, Bai Mo hurriedly pulled out an empty box under the table, poured all the soup into the box, and put the box away to breathe a sigh of relief, and felt the taste in his mouth again, holding the table with one hand and retching.

About half a pillar of incense, Bai Mo lay on the table in a daze. After a stick of incense, Ming Chuan knocked on the door and said, "Little Miss, the water is here." ”

"Well, come in!" Listening to his words, Bai Mo stretched and said.

After Ming Chuan instructed the servants behind him to adjust the water to the most suitable temperature, he said to Bai Mo: "Little Miss, Mingyue is not here, let these maids wait for you to bathe and change your clothes." ”

"No, you can go down when you're done." Bai Mo rubbed his temples here and said.

"Yes." Listening to her words, Ming Chuan no longer forced him, and went directly to the order, and when he saw that he had just walked out, he muttered: "Why can't this eye come back to his senses." Forget it, let's take a shower first. With that, he walked over to the tub.

This road can be regarded as bumpy, first touched the chair he had sat on, and then after hitting the dresser, he walked to the wooden tent with difficulty, who knew that a turn around and his head touched the edge of the wooden tent again, the white foam of the collision couldn't help but gasp, and it was difficult to touch the edge of the barrel, and took the clothes that took a lot of effort but couldn't take them off, and injected spiritual energy into his hands, and after tearing the clothes into pieces, he gradually entered the barrel, feeling the warmth of the water, the white foam couldn't help but exhale, and the whole person relaxed. As time went on, the world in his eyes gradually returned to its original state, looking at the torn clothes that he had just cultivated, and a crow couldn't help but fly over his head.

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