Wang Xinyi joked: "Your Mandarin is better than mine, especially the word thank you."
Mu Mu took a small mouthful of sweet potato porridge and said with a slight embarrassment: "I have completely forgotten many things, and I can't think of them at the moment. When I feel better, I may have a chance to sort them out."
"Well, if I can find my family by then, you have to add up the food, accommodation, and consumption of medicinal materials these days."
"The kindness of a drop of water should be repaid by the spring of spring, let alone the kindness of saving a life."
The girl smiled and said: "Okay, okay, now I should pray to God, you'd better come from a wealthy family."
"Give me one hundred thousand or two hundred thousand, and let me buy a house in the town and let Huzi study in peace."
Mu Mu solemnly said: "Okay."
Wang Xinyi said angrily: "Whatever you do, I'm not saving you for money."
"Aren't you looking down on people?"
"You still think my family is poor and I've treated you badly these days?"
Mu Mu hurriedly swallowed the soup in his mouth and quickly explained: "No, that's not the case."
"Hu Zi is right. It's not easy for Uncle Wang to collect herbs. He has to sell them in the town for money."
"I have used a lot of his medicinal materials in the past twenty days or so. I know the cheap ones and the expensive ones."
"The fruits of kindness will be remembered for thousands of years, and the flowers will be fragrant for thousands of years."
"I should express something about the matter of one code being the same."
"I know you don't care about my repayment, but..."
He took a deep breath and said calmly, "I care."
Wang Xinyi curled his lips, waved his hand and walked to the kitchen and said: "We will talk about the future later. Take good care of your health first."
"Grandpa Sun said you can't live more than half a year, so be brave and show him that you can live seven months."
Mu Mu was dumbfounded and said: "Live for one more month?"
The girl who walked to the kitchen door suddenly turned around, couldn't help laughing and said: "Long life."
The latter then said: "Peace and peace."
Huzi moved a small bench and sat next to Mumu, biting into the remaining chicken legs from last night, and said with a greasy mouth: "Mumu, what do you think, is the swordsmanship I performed just now powerful?"
"I begged Uncle Luo for a long time before he was willing to teach me the first five moves."
"Hey, let me tell you a secret. Even my dad and my sister don't know this secret."
"I promised Uncle Luo not to tell anyone about it."
"You, you are the only one who is going to die, so you shouldn't be counted as a bystander, right?"
Mu Mu finished his bowl of sweet potato porridge and was swallowing it when he almost choked to death.
Are these two siblings really his saviors?
Huzi looked around the small courtyard with a stern look, making sure that Wang Xinyi had not come out, and then lowered his voice and said: "Uncle Luo didn't even use an ax to chop wood. He just sat under the eaves and smoked. He pointed at it and the wood was broken into pieces."
"Pull with your right hand, and the wood will be arranged neatly."
"Really, I saw it with my own eyes."
"It is precisely because I saw it with my own eyes that I believe his swordsmanship is the best in China."
Mu Mu had a splitting headache, and the bowls and chopsticks in his hands fell to the ground.
He stood up with a wooden stick, moved slowly, and walked towards the room.
Huzi asked nervously: "What's wrong with you?"
Mu Mu clenched his teeth, his face twisted and said: "I'm tired, I, I'll take a nap."
He stumbled to the bedside, his eyes filled with scarlet red.
Thick black mist wrapped around his body, like little snakes swimming around.
After a long time, when a flash of fire burst out from between the eyebrows, the black mist instantly disappeared without a trace.
