"Well, brother, my son, the Medicine King, is bedridden and can't speak. He's unable to take care of himself and is waiting for my help. I'm just out selling some vegetables today. Um... if there's nothing else, I'll be going now."
Diefang and the other two: ......
The son of the Medicine King, who is still unable to speak and lies in bed, is unable to take care of himself at home and has gone out to buy groceries.
The ingredients are a bit complicated, so the three of them took a break.
Haotian had no desire to pay any attention to this idiot.
Then, seeing that Haotian didn't seem to have anything to say, Qianmian immediately stood up and his figure disappeared instantly.
And so, Qianmian spun directly to the little nest where he and the Medicine King were healing.
Qianmian arrived before the Medicine King, who was still lying in bed.
"Oh, forget about that. Haotian's gone. And another thing! I almost ended up like you! You old scoundrel, you've really ruined me."
The Medicine King also moved his fingers with difficulty, indicating that he was giving up.
That girl... it's hard to say. He saw that Haotian had taken on a disciple and had gotten all the wine from him for free, so he was thinking of taking on a disciple too.
But with Haotian present, he had no choice but to give up.
Meanwhile, Haotian, standing on the little girl's side, slowly walked towards the little girl in the corner, amidst the puzzled gazes of Diefang and the other two.
She was very, very young, only about six or seven years old, and a little sloppy.
Haotian didn't care at all and gently picked her up.
The little girl was also half asleep and half awake because of her big movements.
Feeling the warm embrace, she couldn't help but call out, "Mom."
The next moment, she fell into a deep sleep again.
Haotian carried the little girl back to Diefang and the other two.
Amidst the puzzled looks of the three, Haotian uttered a soft sentence.
“Diefang, Wenxin, she might be your third junior sister.”
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