"Jiaojiao, do you think it looks good? I'll take this back and give it to those little guys as a snack."

Qu Ling'er showed Nie Fengjiao the crystal snake corpse in her hand.

Seeing that Nie Fengjiao also agreed, he happily took out a hoe and dug the herb roots with her.

But it was such a large area that the two of them couldn't finish digging it in a whole day.

You can't waste all your time just for a piece of herb!

Seeing that Nie Fengjiao had already dug a lot, Qu Ling'er put away the hoe, took out a dagger and cut it straight at the root.

Nie Fengjiao stopped digging, and soon the whole area was cleared out by the two of them.

Keep digging along the river. The more you go forward, the fewer there are, until you have to walk several steps before you find a Fuyi grass.

When Qu Ling'er looked up, she found herself face to face with a bald monk.

Both of them were stunned on the spot. The little monk stood up steadily and clasped his hands together in front of Qu Ling'er.

"Amitabha! I am sorry for disturbing you while you are picking herbs. I have already picked enough for my use, so I will leave the rest to you! Since there are people here, I will take another route."

Qu Ling'er quickly stepped forward and stood in front of Bujie.

Bujie was frightened and took two steps back in panic.

Realizing that she seemed to have scared the little monk, Qu Ling'er scratched her head embarrassedly and said.

"What are you afraid of, Bujie? I just want to say hello to you. I'm Qu Ling'er!"

Bujie, who thought he was going to be robbed, was having an ideological struggle. He really couldn't bear to give away all the herbs in his bag.

He was stunned when he heard Qu Ling'er's words, and suddenly raised his head to look at Qu Ling'er.

He saw the clean little girl in front of him, smiling at him.

"Donor, you..."

Qu Ling'er thought Bujie recognized her, and just as she was about to chat with him, her friend's private message rang.

After opening the private message and taking a look, Qu Ling'er burst out laughing.

It turned out that Bujie sent her a message, wanting to confirm whether it was her.

Qu Ling'er suddenly wanted to tease him, so she sent a message back: "Little monk, have you been deceived? I didn't see you!"

Bujie's gentle face cracked for a moment. Did he meet a liar again?

Nie Fengjiao saw them chatting and came over and asked curiously, "What's wrong, Ling'er, do you know him?"

Bujie, who was already looking for an escape route, froze and asked uncertainly, "Donor, what did you say her name was?"

"Ling'er, Qu Ling'er! What's wrong?"

Phew hahahahaha!

Qu Ling'er burst into laughter at Bujie's expression: "Look at how scared you are. How can we eat you? I was just teasing you! You are too cautious! You even sent a message to confirm if it was me. How have you ever been deceived?"

Bujie smiled bitterly and nodded helplessly: "I have been deceived before, and it was in your name."

Qu Ling'er, who was laughing heartily, suddenly stopped laughing...

"What did you say? Using my name to deceive you? Which little bastard did that?"

Qu Linger was almost doubting her life. Who did this? Did they want to ruin her reputation?

Nie Fengjiao frowned slightly. It would be annoying if that person used Ling'er's name to do something bad and then let Ling'er take the blame.

Bujie nodded and said, "Yes, just a few days ago, I discovered an island. After going up, I found a patch of herbs. While picking them, I met a group of people."

"Do they have any characteristics?" Nie Fengjiao asked unhappily.

Bujie thought for a moment and said, "There are three of them in total, two men and one woman. One of the male donors is about 40 years old, not tall and a little fat, with not much hair. The male donor who leads the group is tall, handsome, and wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses."

"As for the female donor who calls herself Qu Ling'er, she has a pretty and gentle appearance, and speaks in a very friendly tone."

Qu Linger rolled her eyes: "Master, you are too general. There is no key and recognizable characteristics at all."

Bujie scratched his bald head and said, "Donor, please don't talk nonsense. I can't call myself a master yet."

Nie Fengjiao chuckled and whispered in Qu Linger's ear, "This little monk looks just like you! The key to being obedient is always so refreshing and refined."

After saying that, he stood up straight and politely asked Bujie, "Young Master, do you still remember that tall man and woman? Do you have any special features about them? For example, moles, scars, etc."

"Forehead……"

This was a bit difficult for Bujie. After holding it in for a long time, he said embarrassedly: "Poor monk... Poor monk is face-blind."

“…”

“…”

Qu Ling'er and Nie Fengjiao were really speechless. No wonder Bujie was deceived.

"Wait! I remember now. The female donor in charge and the leading male donor were called Brother Chi. They also mentioned a woman named Nie Fengjiao."

Nie Fengjiao's pupils shrank, she seemed to know who it was.

Qu Ling'er raised her finger and pointed at Nie Fengjiao and said, "Little monk, do you know her name?"

Bujie shook his head.

"Her name is Nie Fengjiao."

Nie Fengjiao sneered, "I know who it is now. I didn't expect her to come too. The two of them ended up together. What a fateful fate! That woman is so shameless. She actually dared to do evil things under Ling'er's name. When I meet them, I'll throw them into the sea to feed the fish."

Qu Ling'er nodded in agreement, and they must be dealt with.

Bujie closed his eyes and moved his mouth quickly while silently reciting Buddhist teachings.

This attracted Qu Ling'er's attention and she looked at Bujie curiously, "Little monk, when you heard we were going to do something bad, why didn't you persuade us? Instead, you started chanting scriptures!"

Bujie slowly opened his eyes and looked towards the west with a confused look.

"I know what kind of world this is, and how difficult it is to survive here. My cultivation is not yet complete, and I can't even save so many dead players. How can I be the savior? The only thing I can do is recite the Rebirth Sutra a few more times to pray for the souls of those dead and dying players."

Qu Ling'er excitedly patted Bujie's shoulder: "Oh my! You little monk have a very high level of ideological awareness!"

Bujie was knocked down and fell directly to the ground.

Embarrassed Qu Ling'er apologized and stretched out her hand.

"Sorry, sorry! I was so excited. Are you okay? Did it hurt?"

Bujie dodged Qu Ling'er's hand that was about to support him, and after getting up, he waved his hand nonchalantly: "It's okay, it's okay. I'm just too weak."

Bujie is indeed too thin.

Seeing that Bujie's palm was scratched, Qu Ling'er felt even more embarrassed.

Although the wound is not big, if it gets infected, it could be fatal in this vast ocean.

He had no choice but to take out a bottle of purple medicine and hand it to Bujie: "Well, I really didn't expect you to be so weak. Here is the purple medicine, apply it!"

"Purple potion?"

Bujie took it curiously, but instead of applying it to the wound, he opened it and smelled it.