Zhai Xiying was dissatisfied with the worry-free obstruction, why couldn't he and his son enter the house of the wonderful hand?

Wu Jue also felt that it was a little inappropriate to prevent them from entering the house, so he said to Shi Niang: "The magic hand is you, hurry up and invite the teacher in!" ”

Shi Niang was stunned for a moment, and then reacted, the rules are all dead. In the past, she couldn't let people into the house, maybe there was some secret, but today she can't find anything if she lets her go in alone!

"Worry-free~." Shi Niang called out for a worry-free voice, "Since I am your master and a wonderful son, you don't have to stop them today!" ”

Carefree is a little embarrassed, this is what Miaoshou has explained in the past, but Carefree is not a person who does not know how to be flexible.

Then he nodded and agreed, "In that case, I invite the master and the hall master to enter!" ”

Shi Niang glanced at Wuwu with satisfaction, and then when she wanted to open the door of the house, she was stopped by Wuwu.

"What's wrong again?" Shi Niang asked suspiciously.

Worry-free coughed lightly in embarrassment, "Master, because your house has not been moved in and sorted out for a long time, worry-free guess, there should be a lot of ash inside!" ”

"......" Shi Niang was helpless, pushed him carefree, and let him rush forward.

Worry-free to obey Shi Niang's instructions, taller than Shi Niang's body in front of Shi Niang.

"Mother, handsome and handsome, my stomach hurts!" At critical moments, the little kid is eventful!

Shi Niang turned around and walked towards Zhai Xiying. Looking at the handsome man in Zhai Xiying's arms, the fat little face was a little pale because of the pain in his stomach.

"Got a bad stomach?" Shi Niang glanced at Wu Jue, this morning the master and Shuai Shuai were together, and I don't know what the master fed Shuai Shuai, and he actually made Shuai Shuai have a stomach!

Wu Jue cocked his beard and stared at Shi Niang with wide round eyes, "Don't look at the teacher, how can the teacher torture the baby." It's normal for children to have an upset stomach when something happens! ”

"Mother, handsome and handsome want to go to the toilet!" The handsome little ass can't hold it back!

Shi Niang looked at Zhai Xiying and decided to hand over this heavy responsibility to Zhai Xiying! "Go ahead, handsome daddy!"

Zhai Xiying didn't dare to disobey the order, and if he slowed down, he was afraid that the stinky cub would pull the excrement on him.

Seeing Zhai Xiying's black figure getting farther and farther away, Shi Niang grabbed Wu Jue's sleeve and pulled Wu Jue to the house.

Sansso-Wu had already opened the door, and a thick layer of dust had indeed come out of it.

After Shi Niang and Wu Jue entered the house, they looked at the furnishings in the house, although they were neat, but they were covered with dust, and they would definitely dirty their hands if they touched it.

"Shi Niang, where do you think your things will be hidden?" The whole house is a large single room, unlike other huts, which are separated by several single rooms.

Shi Niang has lost her memory, she doesn't have a single image, how can she know where she hid her memory Gu!

The house of the wonderful hand has always been her place alone! Worry-free is also the first time to enter the master's house.

Looking at the simple design, the carefree line of sight is on the empty space on the wall.

"Worry-free, what is the master's habit?" Lan Lan also noticed that as a favorite disciple of Miaoshou Gongzi, he often made medicines with Miaoshou, and he knew it well.

Wu Wu looked at the lattice on the wall, froze in one direction and did not move, and answered Yu Lan's question, "Before the master, on every prescription, there would be the flavor of Panax notoginseng!" ”

"Sanqi?" Shi Niang knew that this was a very cheap herb, but the medicine was mild, and it could be used for many diseases.

"Master, you might as well go to the grid arranged on the wall and find the third row and the seventh column."

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