Chapter 15:

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She became a "servant" of this person, which was quite strange. When she first went to the Lanxiang Institute, when she went out to buy one time, she accidentally ran into a rich young man. In this alley, he panicked a stove for cooking herbs, and was rushed out by the owner of the house to beat him again. This person knocked the group who chased her away, but ordered her to compensate him. The Earth Renaissance Golden Immortality Pill."
Jiuzhou Ten Lands, the Great Golden Immortal Resurrection Pill-The name is very bluffing, the substance is very fraudulent, and the idiot can also see that the broken alleys of the broken alleys and the licorice roots are boiled, and they will never practice anything. "of.
But Feng Zhiwei only recognized by holding her nose. She was not afraid of power, she was afraid of strong punches.
Since then, she has worked hard and reported herself every day in order to repay the "giant debt" as soon as possible. Within a few days, she deeply realized that the host’s bad temperament and bizarre behavior are really outrageous-it is called her wiping The table and the four corners of the table can burst out of the office and tell her to wash her clothes. After washing the clothes, she began to have long spots, which faded after three days, causing her to have to cover her airtight for a few days, accompany him to eat, and serve in front of him. Xiang Siyi is difficult to swallow in front of her. What's more, when she opens the door every day, there must be a secret service, or a silent finger, or a wind and a tiger, an old fist, or a cold sword flashing a long sword, or a magical weapon, just Never repeated.
How can a person have so many offensive tricks? Feng Zhiwei was puzzled, but when she dodged day by day, she realized that she was gradually lighter and dexterous, and that the scorching airflow in her body seemed to have a tendency to resign.
With this feeling, Feng Zhiwei was willing to be enslaved, and he went to buy every day after he went out to buy.
He took a bucket of water and poured it into the stove. The herbal medicine in the stove exudes a strange smell. Feng Zhiwei was taught by Mrs. Feng from an early age, and the medical treatment is also very involved. He is familiar with the meridian points and various drugs of the human body. I can't tell what is boiled in this stove. In fact, except for the first day of the licorice ginseng and P. dalujinxian rejuvenation pill, the herbs boiled every day later can't tell what it is.
Feng Zhiwei patiently regulated the furnace fire, opened the cover from time to time to see the fire, and accepted the unpleasant medicinal noodles baptism-this is also one of the strange requirements of this person.
The reddish mist radiated from the pot and pounced on the face. It turned out to be slightly cool, with a bit of astringent taste. Feng Zhiwei inhaled a breath unconsciously, feeling refreshed, and the body's heat flow suddenly and cheerfully, but No longer burns in the past, keeps warm but irons.
She was addicted to this peculiar feeling, and she was reluctant to leave for a moment. She couldn't help but the wide-robed man raised her hand and smashed something fiercely. Feng Zhi gave it a little, and when she looked back, she saw the black man's eyes flashing, and her eyes were quite strange.
She was stunned, so she looked down at the things in her hand, but it was a ragged book with a cover that fell off. When you opened it, it was a miscellaneous note. Interesting, different from today's language, the content includes martial arts, travel notes, politics, history and other aspects of perception, written in random and random, but the words are sparse, Feng Zhiwei reads at will, and the more he looks, the more shocked, his eyes are suddenly on a certain Freeze on the page.
At the head of that page, another handwriting suddenly appeared, a silver hook with a bone-painted iron painting, saying: "Qingqing, please allow me to read it."
Followed by the original author’s handwriting, it was written with a sharp crossbow, and it looked a bit vicious: "The is ashamed!"
The next line, beautiful handwriting replied: "It is not ashamed to glance at it."
The original author is even more vicious: "It's more shameful to continue to peep while blaming!"
Feng Zhiwei couldn't help but burst out laughing, feeling that the pair were really wonderful. Somehow, she felt that the two people who left their handwriting must be a pair of men and women, and they were lovers who fit their hearts. .
However, her eyes swept to the next line, and she suddenly shocked the book in her hand!
That line was written by the handsome man.
"The snickers are also ashamed."
Feng Zhiwei's shock is not trivial-is she? She is snickering?
Immediately, I felt scared myself again. How could this book look so shabby? The people in this book haven't known it for many years. How could it be unclear.
She picked up the book and shivered again in the next second.
"Your Excellency, be careful to break up the booklet."
Feng Zhi was so shocked that she did not panic. At this time, she could already confirm that the man's words in the book were for her.
With a tease in her heart, she didn't look at the next line, and she put the book on the fire.
The wide-robed man seemed to be frightened, hung up to stop, Feng Zhiwei had quickly withdrawn his hand.
Immediately she saw the next line of the book, and the man wrote: "This book is made of golden silk and it won't burn." The next sentence followed, but with a different tone, it seemed to be said to the author of the book, " This kid is as naughty as you are."
The next sentence was answered by the woman with a tone of helplessness, "Why bother to detect with Yuanshen after hundreds of years? Don't scare people."
There was no dialogue underneath. Feng Zhiwei brushed the pages of the book, thinking with a smile, maybe the pair put aside their pens, hiding where they are, Qingqing, I and I have no idea.
Thinking about the couple of fairy couples many years ago, the red-sleeved Tian Xiangyue wrote a conversation and smiled and put the pen on each other to look at each other. It was really a beautiful scene.
The broad-robed man kept silent in silence. This man's head and face were covered in an extremely fat robe. He seemed unwilling to be seen the true appearance. Only when Feng Zhiwei was going to burn a book, did he move.
The medicine smelled in the medicine furnace, the dark fragrance was heavy in the old book, and the eyes of the broad robe suddenly fell on Feng Zhiwei's fingertips.
I don't know when, Feng Zhi's fingertips appeared slightly reddish, especially when approaching the medicine furnace, and then gradually faded away.
The broad-robed man's eyes flashed, but Feng Zhiwei didn't know the change. After finishing the chores, he waved his handbook to the other party: "Can you take it back and see?"
After thinking about it, I added: "I will be careful not to find it."
She intuitively feels that this booklet is more than a miscellaneous note, the unheard of golden silk fur, and the strange animal who does not know where it is. The person who can write in this book, the identity must be unusual, and the leftover words must be valuable. It’s not cheap, she’s not guilty of guilt, she’d better not want this thing, but somehow, she was very reluctant to give up.