Seeing Uncle Wu coming in with the black-faced Rakshasa, Bai Ranran frowned and looked at the sundial, "Is something wrong?"

Why is it not enough for people to watch her in the dark? Another one is needed?

Sundial still cherishes words like gold, and hands over the box in his hand behind him, "Ginseng."

Bai Liran didn't expect that Mo Shaohua would be delivered so quickly. His originally unhappy face suddenly turned into a smile, and the speed of his face change was astonishing.

She put the medicine in her arms, walked forward quickly, and took the wooden box in Sundial's hand.

I opened it and saw the thousand-year-old ginseng inside. I took it and rubbed it on my face for a long time.

"Your master is really a good man who keeps his word. I would like to say thank you to him for me."

Thousand-year-old ginseng, really thousand-year-old ginseng!

Sundial looked at her unseen expression, frowned slightly, turned around and left.


Chapter completed!