The daily life of the devil's wife

Chapter 142 The Annoying Poor Scholar

Finding that the 'ghost' just now was Jun Moli, Zhuo Hao immediately put on a shy expression: "What a coincidence, we meet again."

Seeing him shyly pointing fingers, the corners of Jun Moli's mouth twitched slightly.

There is only such a road on this mountain. What is the coincidence?
Passing by his side, Jun Moli walked all the way down the mountain, but Zhuo Hao followed her all the time, chattering endlessly.

He spoke very slowly, like a poor scholar.

Jun Moli didn't listen carefully to what he said, only felt that there was a mosquito whistling "buzzing buzzing" next to her ear, so annoying that she wanted to slap him away.

When he returned to the foot of the mountain, the old man had already fallen asleep sitting on a branch.

Dazedly hearing someone chattering, he turned over and fell from the tree.

"Ah... apprentice save me!"

Hearing his cry for help, Jun Moli's face darkened, and he took a few steps back, leaving a large space for him to come out.

"boom……"

"Ouch, I fell to my death."

Following the sound of two voices, a layer of dust rose from the place where the old man fell.

Raising his hand to wave away the dust in front of him, Jun Moli saw him lying motionless on the ground, which perfectly interpreted the principle of sleeping wherever he fell.

"Master, all the herbs you listed are here."

He took off the bamboo basket on his back and put it in front of the old man, not intending to help him up.

On the contrary, it was Zhuo Hao who was behind her, when he heard her call Master, he hurriedly went up to meet her: "Oh, so it's Master Master."

Looking down at the old man lying on the ground, he gave a slight salute.

"Who is your master?" Glancing at him indifferently, the old man turned his head to look at Jun Moli, and beckoned to her with a smile: "My dear disciple, come and help me up."

Walking forward unhurriedly, before Jun Moli stretched out his hand, Zhuo Hao quickly stopped in front of her: "I'll do it, I'll do it."

Seeing him suddenly being courteous, Jun Moli narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, wondering what his intentions were.

Zhuo Hao didn't know what she was thinking at all, turned around and looked at the old man's displeasure, and helped him up: "Master, be careful, don't fall again."

"Who asked you to help."

"Oh, then I'll help you lie down again?"

The corner of the old man's mouth twitched slightly, and he glanced at him in disgust.

"My boy, where did you pick up this little nerd, not as cute as you at all."

Pick up?Jun Moli is silent.

She didn't pick up this poor scholar who looked like a poor scholar, he obviously followed him, she couldn't get rid of him even after several times, okay?

"Master, I have picked all the herbs on the list, when can you teach me how to refine the potion to save my elder brother?"

"Don't worry." Standing up and patting the dust off his body, the old man took out a prescription from his arms again: "No, go to the mountain and gather all the herbs written on this list."

Taking the list silently, Jun Moli went up the mountain again without saying a word.

Seeing that she was about to leave, Zhuo Hao followed quickly: "Hey, girl, wait for me, I want to protect you."

"Girl, you haven't told me your name yet."

"Hey, girl, the old man clearly didn't have any spiritual power just now, is he really your master?"

Along the way, Zhuo Hao chattered endlessly, Jun Moli couldn't take it anymore, the ghostly figure flashed quickly and disappeared into the forest.

"Hey, girl, you should slow down..."

(End of this chapter)