Escape to Farmland: A vicious stepmother dressed as a villain

Mu Wanqing's crying stopped abruptly: "Mother, is it true? That's great!"

There were still tears in the corners of the little girl's eyes, but there was already a faint smile on her face.

The corner of Mu Yunchuan's mouth twitched, the third sister was mighty.

Bai Yi also breathed a sigh of relief, as long as Madam is fine.

Mo Qingcheng sold himself miserably all the way, and found the correct way to open the cold pool in the distress of the farmer, turned around and turned into a secret room.

Mu Wanqing exclaimed: "Wow, mother, I'm getting rich, I'm getting rich!"

The little girl excitedly tugged at the corners of Mo Qingcheng's clothes, boxes of high-grade spirit stones, boxes of medicinal materials and various exercises, as well as unknown treasures, almost blinding everyone's eyes.

Mu Yunchuan immediately broke a basin of cold water: "Third sister, don't be too happy, don't you think it's weird? What if there is poison on the box?"

"Stupid!" Mu Wanqing twitched her lips, "Your third sister is not an idler."

Couldn't it be found out that it's poisonous?
Mu Yunchuan opened his mouth, forget it, as long as you are happy.

Bai Bai looked at Xianmo Qingcheng, rubbed his hands together: "Madam, how about I go test the poison?"

Before Mo Qingcheng could respond, Bai Yi walked towards the box involuntarily, looking a bit impatient.

In the next second, Mu Wanqing and Mu Yunchuan couldn't control their legs and walked towards the box.

Mo Qingcheng frowned slightly, is the magic power of the box so great?

impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
wrong!

Mo Qingcheng suddenly realized something, and it was obviously unrealistic to want to pull a few people back.

How to break?
Mo Qingcheng, who was thinking about the solution, was stunned for a moment, and a bewitching voice sounded in his mind: "Go, go, those treasures are all yours, you can't let others take them away..."

Mo Qingcheng squinted his eyes, are they all from this instructor?

Yes!

This instructor is a good person. Since you have said so, wouldn't it be sad if you don't take all the treasures away?
Mo Qingcheng walked towards a big box containing amethyst, as if he didn't know he was being bewitched, he stretched out his hand to grab it, and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "It's really a good thing."

Collect and collect!
With a wave of Mo Qingcheng's little hand, he collected Amethyst into the interstellar farm.

"Little witch, where did you find the baby?" Hurry up, is there any more?
Mr. Farm's eyes are shining, the interstellar farm's spiritual power is exhausted, and more wool can be upgraded, so there is no need to invest additional amethyst.

But... this is the young master's secret, and the money-greedy little witch must not know it.

"Put it all away..." After a while, that mysterious voice sounded in his mind again.

OK!

Mo Qingcheng never refused anyone who came, and collected dozens of boxes of Amethyst into the interstellar farm.

"Those medicinal materials are also one thousand years old, and they are not available outside, so let's collect them together..." The mysterious voice continued to bewitch.

Mo Qingcheng looked back, glanced at Mu Wanqing and the others, and was immediately happy.

The little girl looked like she was faking it.Danced and danced, mumbled something, happily stuffed things into the purse.

Mo Qingcheng almost failed, Zai Zai's purse was specially made, the space purse was exchanged for Baby and Xiao Junjun, it really hurts to say.

A few cubs are handed over to each other, and the baby is almost cheated by the farm master...

No, Mo Qingcheng didn't just think of something, his face turned dark immediately, brat, dare to trick himself.

In the interstellar farm, next to the Lingquan, a little boy carved in pink and jade was chewing amethyst, his eyes twinkling.

Ah, it was discovered, how did it break?
Mo Qingcheng is so angry that the monk can't run away from the temple if he runs away, so get rid of the treasure first, and then it's not too late to settle the score with the little poor boy later.

Mr. Farm curled his lips, and while chewing the amethyst, he complained: "It's really unpalatable, and this shit is used to fool the young master?"

In a fit of anger, Mo Qingcheng didn't even look at it. With a wave of his hand, he squeezed all the things in the tomb into space.

"Little witch, you troublemaker!"

"Boom!"