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Published at 24th of April 2022 07:29:49 PM


Chapter 709

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When Wen Xiao came, Luo Bi had brought the mixed water to the partridge chicken. Wen Xiao jumped onto the small blue stone wall, glanced at the dead partridge chicken and twisted his eyebrows. Now the method of improving combat effectiveness is well known, and the partridge chicken can hardly be bought on the market.

Luo Bi was terrified to death in one day. Wen Xiao didn't know what to say about this woman.

Stretching his legs into the fence, Wen Xiao picked up the dead partridge chicken and couldn't help saying, "didn't you refine it on the big balcony last time? Why did you suddenly come to the porch today and fry the stove so close? The partridge chicken itself is a delicate poultry. It's good not to be scared to death by you."

Would Robbie like to mention it? She didn't mean it: "I didn't know I would scare the partridge chicken to death."

It's already like this. It's useless to say anything. Wen Xiao put the dead partridge chicken in one place, looked at the partridge chicken drinking water and said anxiously, "are these all right?"

"I don't know." Luo Bi observed the mental state of partridge chicken and said, "several more should die."

After all, it was a big shock, and it was normal that several of them would die in the future. Luo Bi wanted to open Wenxiao, but the meat hurt. He suggested: "don't take it seriously. You'd better ask a doctor to have a look."

Not Wen Xiaoxin, but Luo Bi. It's really that partridge chicken is too rare at present. It's really too perfunctory to drink the frightened partridge chicken with crystal sugar and water.

"No," Luo Bi refused.

Wen Xiao mentioned it several times again. Seeing that Luo Bi didn't change his original intention, he picked up the dead partridge chicken in front of him, went to find it in every corner, took it out and threw a piece, a total of 121. This number made Wen Xiao feel painful.

Look at the boxes of small partridge chickens. Most of them died in one piece, and there are still dozens left. As for many, they will not be counted. The more they are counted, the more distressed they will not say. The small partridge chickens can no longer stand the toss.

Wen Xiao turned and saw some little partridge chickens hiding in the hay. He was surprised and said, "why do you run outside to some little partridge chickens?"

After that, Wen Xiao raised his feet to the haystack and reached out to catch it back in the carton. Luo Bi immediately made a voice to stop: "don't move."

Wen Xiao stopped and looked back at Luo Bi to pick her eyebrows. Luo Bi didn't want to say, so he had to say, "the little partridge chicken hatched by others is not with those in the carton. You don't have to catch it."

Nonsense. Only those who believe in Luo Bi have ghosts. If the domestic partridge chicken can hatch by itself, what do you do with the hatcher? Believe it or not, but Luo Bi didn't let Wen Xiao move, so she screwed the wooden faucet and washed her hands.

Luo Bi was going to wash it on the rack. She said, "I have refined a furnace of blue and white porcelain tableware, but I haven't taken it out yet."

Wen Xiao turned off the tap and followed Luo Bi: "what are you still doing refining tableware? Tang lu'er has also refined it. Although the quality is not as good as the blue and white porcelain you refined, the patterns above are more popular with women and pregnant women. If you don't want to hang it on the platform for sale, you don't have to refine too much."

In order to refine some useless tableware, hundreds of partridge chickens, large and small, were scared to death. It was not worth the loss.

"I'm just refining to see if I can also refine tableware with flowers." Luo Bi went through the wooden corridor and ran to the glass stone sink to turn on the wooden faucet to wash her hands.

Wen Xiao still had water in his hand. He went to the small table and wiped his hands with a paper towel. The refining array tripod was next to him. He opened the tripod cover and smiled, "no flowers, it's still the original style."




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