Although these things weren’t very tasty, they did give off a warm and cozy feeling after being consud. Chu Beiqing drank it all in one go.
After drinking so many warm substances, his own father was already silly; hopefully, he wouldn’t beco burnt silly.
Xin Lin panicked, grabbed her own father, and took his pulse again.
This pulse check imdiately relieved the heavy stone on Xin Lin’s heart.
Chu Beiqing’s pulse was very strong, incomparably better than his weak appearance last night.
The Three Corpse Poison in his body was also lying dormant, no longer flaring up.
This old witch’s dicinal al, although strange, just happened to replenish dad’s strength, restored a lot of yang energy, and also further suppressed the Three Corpse Poison.
Xin Lin thought to herself.
Although Xin Lin had studied the Mystical dicine Book, it did not an that she possessed Chu Beiqing’s dical Skill.
The reason being, dical Skill is sothing that relies on continuous accumulation and diagnosis, gradually built up over ti. Thus, in front of the Heaven-defying Book, Xin Lin was still a dical Apprentice, just a beginner.
Seeing that Master Mo was indeed not harming her silly dad, Xin Lin’s expression eased slightly.
Could it be that this old witch was just pretending to be crazy and silly, but in reality, she was a formidable Divine Doctor?
"How about it, I wasn’t wrong, was I? Your dad is full of vigor, surely good for seven rounds in one night... ahem... in excellent physical condition, making als doubly delicious!"
Xin Lin was thinking, but upon hearing Master Mo’s words, Master Mo’s Divine Doctor persona instantly collapsed.
"Dad, let’s go."
Xin Lin squeezed out the words through her clenched teeth.
"No..."
Chu Beiqing’s head shook like a rattle drum, refusing to budge.
"If you dare take him away, I’ll complain to the Academy! I’ll take you to the Governnt Office! I’ll report you to the Imperial Palace! Today, either you give silver, or you leave the person behind."
Master Mo slamd the contract in front of Xin Lin with a "pop."
On it, there were black words on white paper, indeed bearing "Chu Beiqing"’s signed thumbprint.
"Go ahead and report, my dad is a fool, everyone in Longteng knows that, can a fool’s words be taken seriously? Right, dad?"
Xin Lin glanced at her silly dad.
"Words... count... want to be with precious."
Chu Beiqing hadn’t agreed to sign at first.
But then Master Mo said that if he signed, he could stay at Qingtian Academy with Xin Lin, and Chu Beiqing’s face imdiately burst into a smile, and he signed his na.
Xin Lin was about to scold her silly dad with a stern face.
But her silly dad, though handso, had a face full of grievance.
He hung his head low, speaking softly.
"Don’t want to be alone... precious doesn’t want... ."
A full nine-feet-tall man acting just like a child.
Hearing this, Xin Lin’s nose turned sour.
"Dad, do you really want to stay?"
Xin Lin sighed, tiptoed, and rubbed her silly dad’s fluffy head.
"Don’t cry, don’t cry, your wife cares for you..."
Master Mo also looked heartbroken and was about to touch Chu Beiqing’s handso face.
But with a smack, Xin Lin slapped her hand away.
"Hey, how can you be so ungrateful, if it weren’t for ! Would you still be standing here talking? You would have been kicked out of Qingtian Academy by that old guy from Huang Ying Sect by now."
Master Mo spoke softly and gently in front of Chu Beiqing, but as soon as she saw Xin Lin, she was like she had swallowed gunpowder.
Who let Xin Lin vie with her for a man!
Hearing this, Xin Lin’s heart stirred.
Could it be that this fierce-looking old crone was the one who pleaded on her behalf?
Xin Lin looked again at Master Mo’s small dical Hall, and a plan suddenly erged in her heart.
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