That day, Xie Jiuniang went into seclusion.
I didn't practice much on the road, and my cultivation level was still at the sixth level of Qi training, but it was a bit more solid than it was three months ago.
During this training, she did not use the Qi Gathering Pill.
Instead, he took a sip of the spiritual liquid robbed from Song Baoer.
Spiritual liquid is spiritual energy condensed into water.
It is not clear how it is formed specifically, but using spiritual liquid to improve one's cultivation will not have side effects, unlike elixirs that leave behind erysipelas.
There are very few ectoplasms for sale on the market.
Once it appears, it is quickly sold out, and a small bottle costs tens of thousands of spirit stones.
Xie Jiuniang thought of her current net worth.
Oh, not much.
There is a great disparity between the rich and the poor in the world of immortality. People at the bottom have to plan carefully in order to save a spiritual stone, but some people can spend a lot of money.
The higher the monk's cultivation level, the more expensive the resources required. For example, the well-known Foundation Establishment Pill can be sold at an auction for between 200,000 and 500,000. What about the Gold Condensation Pill needed to break through the Golden Pill? The starting price is one million, not to mention the Ying Jie Pill and the God Transformation Pill.
She is a poor person.
Still need to work hard to earn spiritual stones...
Outside, Song Baoer was angrily shouting everywhere to settle the score with Xie Jiuniang.
After a few words, I met Moran coming out.
Moran said that he would take her out to do some daily shopping. Among other things, he couldn't always wear her clothes.
Song Baoer thinks it makes sense.
Before leaving, Mo Lan asked her to remove her makeup first. The Song family's makeup was very good, and even after so much effort yesterday, there was no trace of makeup falling off.
Song Baoer said with a bitter look, "The storage ring was stolen and there is no makeup remover."
Moran suddenly realized, "It turns out that you use the disguise medicine as cosmetics. No wonder you can't take off your makeup easily."
Just wash off normal cosmetics with water.
Mo Lan found a bottle of potion from the storage bag and gave it to Song Baoer to remove makeup.
Song Baoer took it over in a daze, vaguely feeling that there was something in Mo Lan's words that she didn't understand.
Drugs as cosmetics?
Aren’t cosmetics made from herbs? Her cosmetics were all given by her sister...
Stop it! You can't doubt your sister.
Her sister is very kind to her. This time she was able to get into Feizhou, and her sister helped a lot. Maybe she is being punished by her parents now.
After fetching half a basin of water, pouring the liquid in the bottle into the smaller half, stirring a few times, Song Baoer began to wash his face directly with water in the palm of his hand.
Makeup is cleansed.
Those almond eyes are even more beautiful!
The slightly chubby face is rosy, naturally beautiful and pink, much prettier than the "peach cheeks" she made by applying makeup.
Mo Lan was satisfied and took Song Baoer out.
Along the way, while chatting, Mo Lan realized that Song Baoer, whom her daughter said was mentally ill, was not really stupid.
But he was led astray.
The little girl is so crooked that she thinks some crooked ideas are correct.
It is true that every family has its own scriptures that are difficult to recite.
The Xie family is also a mess, alas...
Walking to the nearest shop selling ready-made clothes, Mo Lan first asked Song Baoer about his personal preferences.
Song Baoer was just about to open his mouth, but when he thought that he didn't have the guts to speak, he felt embarrassed and asked her to help him choose.
Mo Lan thought of Song Bao'er's horrible dress when he first met her, so he took a light pink fairy dress and asked her to put it on according to his own taste. He paired it with a simple headdress and earrings, making her look cute and cute. people.
Moran was satisfied, "The little girl doesn't need to put on makeup."
"You don't look good without makeup..." Song Baoer started to squirm a little, "My sister said that if a woman wants to be beautiful, she must learn how to dress up."
"Well, your sister was right."
Mo Lan nodded, lightly dipped the lipstick on Song Baoer's lips, then placed the flower patch between his eyebrows, and then used magic to form a water mirror, "I've put on my makeup, how's it going?"
"Huh?! Who is in the mirror?"
Song Baoer exclaimed.
Moran was so shocked that he almost couldn't hold his water mirror, and it swayed several times.
Immediately afterwards, Song Baoer made a fuss again, "Is this me? Hey, hey, hey, he looks so good. He looks better than I used to put on makeup. Ahhhh, Aunt Lan, your craftsmanship is so good. Teach me, teach me, you must Taught me……"
Moran looked at the little girl with pity.
Thinking of the little girl's coke situation with her daughter, although she didn't know how she offended her daughter, Moran thought about it and decided to put things in perspective for the little girl.
There are pros and cons to this move.
The disadvantage is to dress up your daughter's opponents to become stronger?
The good thing is that one day the second idiot wakes up, starts an internal fight with his sister, and doesn't care about what he was robbed before.
At the same time, you can also get a good impression.
If what my daughter did in the woods that day was exposed, maybe there would be some room for maneuver...
So, wait half a month.
Xie Jiuniang walked out of the room and saw a cute and cute little beauty, swirling around her mother.
Auntie Lan kept shouting, her shouting was very sweet.
Xie Jiuniang asked: "Mom, who is this sister?"
Moran pursed his lips and smiled, "What do you think?"
Song Baoer raised his chin slightly and glanced at Xie Jiuniang proudly.
The curiosity in Xie Jiuniang's eyes disappeared instantly, "Oh, Song Er is stupid?"
In an instant, Song Baoer's smiling face darkened, and he stared at her with wide almond-shaped eyes, "Xie Jiuniang, do you dare to call me Song Er stupid again?"
"Hey, Song Er is really stupid."
Xie Jiuniang's eyes were filled with surprise, and she looked like you looked like this, which almost made Song Baoer so angry.
"I, I, I..."
Song Baoer angrily pointed at Xie Jiuniang, "I, I, I, I, I haven't been able to say a complete sentence for a long time."
Xie Jiuniang ignored her and asked Mo Lan, "Mom, where is dad?"
"I'm meditating in my room."
For Zen practice, sitting is equivalent to practicing.
