Chapter 8

After calculation, Zhao Xiaoling found an empty space and began to run back and forth there.

After running for an hour, Zhao Xiaoling did not spend any more energy running, but walked to Yanghe City, which is nearest to Qinghe Village.

She plans to buy some medicine to help her lose weight.

After entering Yanghe city and arriving at the drug shop, Zhao Xiaoling was about to buy medicinal materials. The middle-aged man who was standing in front of the counter and guarding the shop suddenly left the counter and crossed her to the door.

Zhao Xiaoling looked back in curiosity.

His aim was to enter a young man in the drugstore.

The young man has an excellent appearance. His face is uncanny, like the hand of God. He is dressed in a black robe. It is obvious that the color is so common that he can not afford to wear it.

There is no expression on his face, but it can make people feel a kind of aloofness and alienation. Such a person is not easy to talk, not easy to approach, and the most cold and thin.

Zhao Xiaoling put a label in his heart, then heard him open his mouth, "what kind of medicine can treat anorexia? How can you feel

His voice is low and magnetic, which is very comfortable to listen to.

If Zhao Xiaoling's voice can make people crisp, his voice can make people pregnant.

The middle-aged man flattered and called, "master mo."

Then he said, "do you want to buy medicine for anorexia? That's a lot. I don't know what's wrong with this man? "

"Loss of appetite, weakness of breath."

Middle aged man

How to deal with the feeling that you don't understand each other?

With an embarrassed smile, the middle-aged man said, "I don't know if he has any other diseases besides this?"

"No more."

The middle-aged man choked lightly for a while and then said, "can I see the doctor? This medicine can't be given in disorder. If you give it casually, it's not good to eat anything good or bad. "

"No doctor."

"Why not? There are dozens of doctors in Yanghe City, but there are more than a dozen, right? Why can't I find a doctor? "

"Different varieties can't be cured."

"Variety..." The middle-aged man seemed to understand something. His eyes were wide open. "What is master Mo going to cure?"

"Pig."

"Poof..." Zhao Xiaoling couldn't help laughing, and he was the one who laughed very hard.

For a moment, Mo Qingxian and the middle-aged man's eyes swept in the past.

The middle-aged man only took a look at her and then withdrew his eyes. He seemed to think that her appearance was getting in the way of her eyes. Mo Qingxian didn't dislike her. Instead, he asked her in a voice, "what's the girl laughing at?"

"I'm laughing at you guys talking to each other for a long time." She answered in a crisp soft voice.

A strange light flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, and he looked at her again. It seemed a pity, as if he was saying, how could a girl with such a nice voice be so ugly?

"Oh." Mo qingleiwu has no different color, not light not light oh voice, and looked at the middle-aged man, "you just said that there are a lot of medicine for anorexia, then help me with some, I take it back to try."

"Yes." The middle-aged man doesn't say much, so he's going to take the medicine.

Seeing this, Zhao Xiaoling couldn't help saying, "this Master Mo, right? Now that your pig is ill, it's better to go to a veterinarian. You can't cure it yourself. What if you die? "

"Veterinarian?" Mo Qingxian, with clear eyes and short sentences, said, "I have this occupation, but it's rare and hard to find. Besides, there are not many sick pigs in my family."

So if it's hard to find it, why not? This man is lazy enough.

Heart secretly took a sentence, Zhao Xiaoling also lazy to meddle in this business, turned and left the drugstore.