Chapter 797

I don't know why, but some of them are afraid.

Really?

Gold hair a horizontal eye, do not sign? Then how can I ask her to go to the imperial capital to treat the chief?

But in a few minutes, a few magic monks signed the contract and sent them up.

Bai Chuwei squinted and took over with great satisfaction: "very good."

Both sides are very satisfied with this cooperation.

Bai Chu Wei cold Bu Ding asked: "do you have many children?"

Magic repair: "is

How to ask how many children?

Jinmao said, "it's OK. I have three sons."

"My family has four."

Ah, that's really wonderful.

The little paper crane in her hand was also folded. The jade finger of her right hand stopped at an inch close to her cheek, and gently stroked across the air. Suddenly, Jinmao suddenly felt a sharp pain on her cheek, and a faint smell of blood filled the air.

The blood drops fly away with the breeze from Bai Chuwei's fingers and fall steadily on the paper crane's eyes.

Bai Chuwei gently raised her hand, and the paper crane flew out of her fingertips, waving its small wings, and disappeared into the shadowy woods.

A group of magic monks:

This What's the situation?

Miracle doctor?

Is it repair friar?

Lie trough, that white Ze did not say before!

300 years, free farming

All the magic cultivation's brain is blank, and the brain is buzzing.

And continue to future generations

Several people in Jinmao trembled and looked at the vegetables and fruits left in the courtyard. Their legs and stomachs began to shake wildly. "Putong" knelt down in front of Bai Chuwei and cried out:

"doctor Bai, spare your life, we are wrong!"

"We have money. We supply you with the money for stealing your fruits and vegetables. Oh, no, three times, ten times the price!"

“……”

Bai Chuwei tut a few words: "how can this become? Finally, I found some slaves willing to work for me for three hundred years. "

It's a good deal. It's a good deal.

A few vegetables and fruits, picked up a few slaves for 300 years.

The old ancestor was very happy.

A few demon monks are going crazy. They sell all their future generations for this stuttering?

If future generations know, will they drag them out to whip corpses?

The demon Xiu headed by Jinmao cried and kowtowed to Bai Chuwei. The blood seeped out from his forehead: "white miracle doctor, spare your life..."

Bai Chuwei is not moved.

If you want to do magic cultivation, you have to admit it.

This is not a little brother like a crook. The Witch of country a only works for her for nothing.

Even two or three days later than expected, Bai Chuwei is in a good mood.

Bai Chuwei's voice is slightly raised, "what can I do for you?"

Several magic monks were still immersed in the terrible fact that they sold their future descendants to the white miracle doctor for three hundred years in order to stutter, but they couldn't wake up for a long time.

Bai Chuwei's long tone: "huh?"

Jinmao wakes up, holding a head of blood and crying: "Li can, our head wants to ask you to go to the imperial capital to treat his head disease."

Bai Chuwei chuckles: "do you not understand my rules here?"

The patient asked her to treat the disease. As long as she didn't die into a mummy, she would come up to the mountain in person, and want her ancestors to go down the mountain for special treatment?

Sorry, you'd better go straight to the coffin.

Even if Duan Feihan and Duan Xingye came to Yunwu Mountain for Duan Laozi at the beginning, he would not try to cure him if he didn't come by himself.

Jinmao quickly explained: "it's because our leader wants to watch Qingxuan in the imperial capital, so there's no way to come."

Bai Chuwei narrowed her eyes: "Qingxuan?"

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