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Chapter 1818 We Are Really Fleeing Famine, Not Bandits 100

"It's so fast."

"The internal strength seems to be very strong."

There is no trace of it at all, which is what a thirteen-year-old girl should have.

After getting further away, 444 finally let out a breath and dared to take the lead.

Hearing the exclamations from behind, I couldn't help but feel a little proud.

That is, regardless of whose host it is.

It is the supernatural power that inspires Ji to transform his body, and various levels of mutated animal meat. From time to time, he also takes some small pills in the space to improve his cultivation and throws one into his mouth as a jelly bean, plus he practices day and night.

, if this inner strength is not strong, how can it be justified?

It's a pity that the host's cultivation time is a bit short, otherwise it would definitely have more than twenty years of internal strength.

But it doesn't matter, with the host's attitude towards cultivation, I believe the host will become very powerful soon.

"Sister, can you put me down...let me down? I...I'm going to vomit."

When Xiao Anan opened her mouth, she was suddenly swallowed a large gulp of air.

But he couldn't bear it anymore and felt like vomiting.

However, if you vomit on your sister, she will definitely be beaten.

He has no doubt about this now.

"It's really troublesome." She didn't even mention that it was tiring to carry him.

Yun Miao was annoyed, but he let the man down, patted him on the back twice, and drank two mouthfuls of water.

"Sister, I...I'm ready, let's continue."

Xiao Anan drank a few sips of water, rested for a while, and then asked to continue on the road.

He was worried that the roast chicken and rabbit in the basket would not taste good if they got cold, and his parents would have to eat them cold.

As for taking it to the kitchen to heat it, I wouldn't dare.

One is the fear of being robbed, and the other is the fear of being scolded.

It doesn't matter if you scold him, you're just afraid that your parents will get scolded again.

Yun Miao glanced at his pale little face, thought for a moment, grabbed him by the waist, and ran away with him in his arms.

Xiao An, who was ready to continue to suffer: "..." Although it seems to be a lot more comfortable, it seems a bit ugly to be run under the armpit?

Well, actually, being carried on your shoulders and running around doesn’t look that good either.

Anyway, he is still young and doesn't care about appearance.

Yes, I don't care.

After comforting herself, little Anan began to enjoy the flying feeling, dreaming that one day she would fly around in the woods like this.



Wu Si looked at his master who was sitting by the fire, staring at the roast chicken and taking a deep sniff from time to time, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

When this little girl came, even the master seemed a little abnormal.

No wonder the head had quietly told them before, asking them to be respectful to the little girl.

Really capable.

After thinking about it, he walked over and said softly: "Master, the scalpel in that little girl's hand is not like what ordinary people can have. Also, what the boy said just now is that it is for his father."

It’s also a bit strange to have leg surgery.”

After a pause, he pointedly said: "According to my previous investigation, his father broke his legs while hunting a few days ago. I heard it was very serious and the bones were broken. The village doctor said that he is completely disabled. From now on,

I can’t stand up anymore.”

As Wu San sprinkled spices on the barbecue, he said disapprovingly, "Wu Liu, do you want to say that this Miss Qiao knows medical skills, and she might even have cured her father's broken leg?"

""Stop joking, how old is Miss Qiao? Is she thirteen?"

It is true that this girl Qiao is not weak in martial arts and knows herbal medicine, but it is a bit ridiculous to say that she can heal a pair of broken bones.
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