Fast Transmigration: Raiders of that coquettish boss

Chapter 396 God's Little Turtle (100)

The whole night, Mingyu's wrist was tightly held by Zi Yuanjun.

That night, he saw a vivid and different Zi Yuanjun.

About him, and the Ayu he was talking about.

Although he didn't know what happened between them, but he understood that all the master's joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys came from that "A Yu."

By daybreak, his wrist was already bruised and purple.

Ziyuan Jun seemed to be tired at last, and let go of the hand that was holding him.

Mingyu carefully probed his breath, and found that his breathing had become much more stable.

He moved and sat up all night with a somewhat stiff body, turned and walked out of the room.

The spiritual power circulated, and the frightening bruises on his wrists disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Mingyu turned her head, looked at Mr. Ziyuan who was lying on the bed unconsciously, and looked at the red sun rising in the east, deeply burying everything last night in her heart.

All of that, like the healed wrist, seemed to have never existed before.

The small courtyard is very fresh in the morning, the neighbor’s house on the left is quiet, but the fragrance of tofu wafts from the neighbor’s courtyard on the right.

Mingyu pushed open the door, just in time to meet the woman who was pushing the door with the list.

The woman looked to be in her thirties, with a burly back, and when she saw a handsome young man coming out from next door to her house, there was a hint of vigilance on her dark face.

"Where did you come from?"

Turning the burden on the street upside down, she stood in front of Mingyu in three steps at a time.

Mingyu frowned: "Everyone, I just moved here yesterday. Eldest sister is going to deliver tofu? How do you buy this tofu? I can smell the fragrance from far away!"

He looks like he can shine, and he is full of smiles. The woman looked at him like this, and she let go of her guard at that moment.

"How much do you want to buy?"

"I want two dollars!"

Mingyu took out a few coins from his pocket to buy a house yesterday, exchanged them for two pieces of tofu, and turned around happily.

The woman selling tofu grinned as she looked at the clean copper coins in her hands.

"It's a handsome kid."

she thought.

After buying tofu and soaking it in water, Mingyu went back to the room to check on Mr. Ziyuan.

【Total, how should I save Master? 】

[Host, try to use the "Wuji Dao Fa" to convey spiritual power to Mr. Ziyuan. 】

The system thought about it for a long time, but couldn't do anything, thinking that Ming Yuxiu's "Wuji Taoism" had the same root and origin as Mr. Zi Yuan, so he could use a dead horse as a living horse doctor to see if it would work.

Mingyu didn't know what to do at all, so she did as soon as she heard the words.

The spiritual power was continuously poured into Zi Yuanjun, Mingyu felt that her master was like a bottomless pit, and the spiritual power she thought was majestic in her body was not enough in front of him.

After barely transporting for two hours, he turned his head to look at the sky and stopped his movements.

It was noon, and he decided to treat himself with a tofu meal.

After wiping Zi Yuanjun's face carefully, he turned around and went out to cook.

The house next door began to be lively, mischievous children shouted and ran all over the yard, and smoke rose from the tofu seller on the right, obviously preparing lunch.

[Anyway, do you feel that I seem to be in the world of farming literature now? 】

[Host, you should think about how to wake up Ziyuan-jun as soon as possible! 】

There is still time to think about these things. Those two people will come here at some point, and Mr. Ziyuan will not wake up by then, and the task of hosting this world may not be completed.

Hearing this, Mingyu felt a little depressed.

(End of this chapter)