Chapter 97 "Humph, I still don't believe you are evil."
While Deng Si'er kept grinding the Xishencao in the medicine mill, he turned his head and secretly glanced at Mo Lidao who was sleeping and resting with his eyes closed, grunting secretly in his heart.
It turned out that Deng Si'er was still grinding the medicine grinder patiently at first, but as time went by, and Mo Lidao closed his eyes to rest and no one chatted with Deng Si'er, Deng Si'er felt bored and impatient.
Originally, Deng Si'er saw that the Xishencao in the medicine grinder had been ground into fine residue, and thought it was almost ready, so he wanted to get up and look for the bottles and jars scattered on the ground in Moli Road.
Go get some good stuff.
But who would have thought that as soon as Deng Si'er stood up and before he left the bench, he was hit on the back of the neck by an unknown hard object, causing severe pain.
There was no one else refining medicine in this small room, except Deng Si'er, who could only be Mo Lidao.
Deng Si'er touched the sore spot and was about to turn around to ask Mo Lidao for an explanation.
Who would have thought that when he turned around, he saw Mo Lidao leaning on the back of the chair with his head tilted and sleeping soundly, without any sign of waking up. .
While touching the sore spot where he was beaten, Deng Si'er secretly wondered if he had been grinding the medicine for a long time and had hallucinations.
Deng Si'er sat down again suspiciously and started grinding the sacred grass.
His expression was serious and he didn't look lazy at all when he put it down.
But not long after, Deng Si'er began to be unable to sit still again.
This time, Deng Si'er followed the wise example of looking left and right, then turned around and looked at Mo Lidao.
He saw that his eyes were closed tightly, so he shouldn't.
When he woke up at this time, he stretched and slowly stood up. but "Ouch, here we go again" It was still in the back of the neck, and the clear pain suddenly hit him again.
Deng Si'er couldn't help but scream.
Almost as soon as he felt the pain, he immediately turned around and stared at Mo Lidao.
But Mo Lidao was still the same as when he turned around and saw him before, not moving at all, not changing at all.
But the more nothing changed, the more Deng Si'er became certain that the person who hit him with something unknown was Mo Lidao.
This was all based on his own intuition, but Deng Si'er saw nothing on Mo Lidao's face.
Although Deng Si'er had been staring at Mo Lidao since the moment he turned around, never leaving his sight for a moment.
Strange, how did Mo Lidao do it?
I don’t know if young people all have a common problem.
The more they can’t figure out something they don’t understand, the more unconvinced and unwilling they appear.
Anyway, that's what Deng Si'er was like.
He sat down again without believing in evil and wanted to test it again.
This time Deng Si'er just pretended to start grinding the sacred grass, but he was very alert and guarded against Mo Lidao behind him.
Deng Si'er tilted his head slightly so that he could see Mo Lidao's figure from the corner of his eye.
Although he couldn't see clearly, Deng Si'er believed that as long as Mo Lidao made the slightest movement, he would be able to spot it at a glance.
However, when Deng Si'er stood up again, the familiar pain coming from the back of his neck made Deng Si'er suddenly irritable.
It seemed that Deng Si'er still overestimated his ability and underestimated Mo Lidao, even though Mo Lidao was sleeping with his eyes closed.
"Okay, you don't have a black face.
Whenever there are one, two, and three, just hit me once or twice.
If you hit me three times in a row, it's still the same place.
Believe it or not, I will give up my job now.
Then you can go and do your own work."
Finally, Deng Si'er couldn't bear it anymore, turned around and walked to Mo Lidao, stretched out his fingers and shouted to Mo Lidao, who still had his eyes closed.
However, Mo Lidao slowly opened his eyes leisurely and leisurely, and still looked at Deng Si'er innocently without any knowledge and with a somewhat inexplicable expression, as if he was complaining that Deng Si'er disturbed his sleep.
Mo Lidao looked up at Deng Si'er with a low voice and said unhappily: "What are you doing?
Why did I ask you to grind the sacred grass of the river?
You have finished grinding it."
Deng Si'er looked at Mo Lidao, who looked like he had nothing to do with me, and was about to explode with anger.
Deng Si'er himself was already thick-skinned, but how could he have thought that he would meet someone even thicker-skinned today?
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Deng Si'er was furious, turned around and strode over, picked up the medicine grinder and held it under Mo Lidao's nose, and said angrily: "See for yourself, I've been grinding for so long, young master, and you didn't even ask me to wake up and take a look.
All you know is that you threw things at me while you were sleeping.
Do you know how painful it is?"
Mo Lidao looked at the medicine roller in Deng Si'er's hand, and then took a closer look at the Xishencao that had been ground into powder by Deng Si'er.
He yawned and waved to Deng Si'er. , said impatiently: "It's not ready yet, go back and continue grinding."
"What do you mean it hasn't been polished yet?"
After hearing this, Deng Si'er immediately looked at Mo Li Dao in surprise.
His whole face suddenly changed from red to green, and then from green to red.
His eyes were fixed on Mo Li Dao, as if he wanted to swallow Mo Li Dao into his belly. .
Mo Lidao didn't take Deng Si'er's cannibalistic expression to heart at all, and still said in a calm tone: "Look at what you are grinding.
There is still such a large piece of Xishencao that has not been completely ground.
I asked you to grind it to grind it into flour.
You must know what flour is.
It must not be as grainy as yours."
Even powder” Deng Si'er looked at the Xishencao powder in the hand medicine grinder.
It was indeed as Mo Lidao said.
Some of the particles were uneven, but they had been ground very finely, but they had not yet reached the standard required by Mo Lidao.
Deng Si'er was choked by Mo Lidao's words and didn't know how to refute.
He could only glare at Mo Lidao bitterly, turned around and sat back on the bench to continue grinding.
Deng Si'er was grinding very hard, even harder than before.
The sound of the friction between the roller and the groove could clearly tell Deng Si'er's mood at this time.
Mo Lidao was a little surprised to see Deng Si'er looking like this.
To say that according to Deng Si'er's past appearance, he had already become like "Who do you think you are?
I'm not happy to do this, young master."
But now, after hearing Mo Lidao's critical words, he was able to Sitting back on the bench, Mo Lidao was already impressed.
Involuntarily, the idea that had been filling my mind before jumped out again.
Looking at Deng Si'er's ups and downs back, Mo Lidao suddenly made up his mind.
Mo Lidao walked up to Deng Si'er, his figure blocked Deng Si'er's light, but Deng Si'er didn't even raise his head.
The corners of his mouth were slightly curved, Mo Lidao lowered his head and looked at Deng Si'er's focused face while grinding the medicine, and asked softly: "Deng Si'er, how about you learn alchemy skills from me?"
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