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Chapter three thousand nine hundred and fifteen

Shui Yijun walked to the children's room and saw her wearing her hair and wearing only a white chest-wrapped skirt. She squatted in front of two large wooden barrels in a daze, revealing her white shoulders and slender neck.

Shui Yijun quickly turned around.

The child turned around and saw his slightly embarrassed look. He smiled, pulled over the coat on the shelf, and said with a smile: "Young Master Shui read Boss. Don't you know that the girl's boudoir can't be easily entered?"

"Sorry, sorry."

Shui Yijun turned around and walked outside.

The child followed him out and said with a smile: "I just joked with you, but suddenly I became so squeamish?"

Shui Yijun said, "I forgot the etiquette for a while. I have no friends. I have never made friends with other women except for two maids and mothers. If there are any rude behavior, I must point it out in time so that I can correct it immediately."

The child smiled and said, "Your attitude is very positive."

Shui Yijun said seriously: "Young and young, I cherish you very much. I don't want to lose you, nor do I want to have a rift with you because of these trivial matters."

"Then you can rest assured that I am just a person who is not particular about the details."

The child smiled.

Shui Yijun said: "I just heard that you are sick and ask for leave from your mother?"

"I have to make the chocolate first, and it will take a few days. Until then, I will not ask for trouble."

"Why do you have to wait until the chocolate is done before you can continue practicing martial arts?"

"It's fake to make the real one."

The child has a cunning smile.

Shui Yijun raised his eyebrows: "I understand. Do you want to use this chocolate instead of your mother's Yijing Dan?"

"You're right."

“Can you do exactly the same?”

"If my mother's description is accurate, there should be no difference." The child smiled, "If my mother's description is inaccurate and cannot be fake, then just think I'm playing."

"Fun? My mother asked Wang Han to send a message just now. If you still want her to continue treating Zhang Lichen, don't waste your time."

"Whatever she is." The child also sneered, "I want me to experience the pain of the jealous ants and the burning of flames again, and there is no door."

In the next seven days, the child did not go to see Shui Suizhu again to practice.

Shui Suizhu did not send anyone to warn her.

Correspondingly, she did not go to Piaomiao Peak to heal Zhang Lichen again.

It seems that both sides are competing, waiting to see who can't stand the surrender first and admit defeat.

Until the morning of the eighth day, the child changed into a white short-dressing dress and came to see the water Suizhu in full spirit.

Shui Suizhu was still dressed like that lazy village woman. She raised her eyelids and glanced at her: "Have you recovered from the illness?"

"I have all the blessings for you, the owner, have been improved." The child said with a smile.

"If I don't go to heal Zhang Lichen today, he will probably not be cured."

"Aren't I here?" the child smiled, "I promise you that in the next twenty days, I will practice hard and strive for three days, one small level and one large level in ten days."

"It's useless to have a smooth mouth."

Shui Suizhu raised her black eyes and stared at her, "First eat Yijing Pill, then go to soak the Thirteen Grass."

"good."

The child happily poured out a brown pill from the gourd, threw it into his mouth, and then opened his mouth wide at her, "You're ready, I've taken it all."

Shui Suizhu didn't say anything.

The child said again: "I'll go soak the Thirteen Grass now. You, Mr., go and heal my master."
Chapter completed!
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