I Lost It! It Turns out That the Anchor is Cultivating Immortals

She had been busy harvesting millet for a long time today, and her hands were wearing blood blisters.

But in general, it was not bad. Before leaving, Su Mubai gave them some rice, about five or six pounds.

Bai Jian also understood that this was Su Mubai's unwillingness to owe them favors, which was equivalent to paying their wages with rice.

"Huh? Brother, the blood scab on my hand seems to have fallen off?"

suddenly,

Bai Ling, who was bouncing around, found that the two blood scabs on his left index finger and thumb were gone.

Originally there were two blood blisters, but after being punctured, the blood was squeezed out, and a little gold sore medicine was sprinkled, and the two blood blisters were directly scabbed.

29 and it doesn't hurt at all.

But how long has it been?

It's only been about two hours since they came out of the bamboo house, right?

As a result, the two dried blood scabs disappeared, and even the two bloodstained wounds disappeared!

Bai Ling reached out and touched it, the skin there was tender and smooth, completely invisible, and there were two large blood blisters rubbed out there.

"It should be the effect of the golden sore medicine..."

Bai Jian looked at it carefully,

Sure enough, all the blood scabs on Bai Ling's fingers fell off, leaving no trace.

Bai Ling's mouth opened into a 55zw shape, "Brother, do you mean that it was the golden sore medicine that Brother Su gave to speed up the healing of the wound on my hand?"

"But, is this too fast?"

Bai Jian nodded: "Although I also find it hard to believe, but you didn't use any other medicine except for the golden sore medicine given by Mr. Su..."

Bai Ling nodded subconsciously,

indeed,

In addition to puncturing the blood blisters, her hand just applied the golden sore medicine given by Su Mubai.

Her hands are so fast, it can only be the effect of the golden sore medicine.

But the effect of this drug is too exaggerated, right?

In less than two hours, the wound on her hand stuttered and healed completely.

And in their live broadcast room, a group of viewers were also stunned.

"This Nima is too exaggerated, isn't it? It's only been two hours since the application of the medicine, right? How do I feel that they are selling the rhythm of Dali Jingang Pills together?"

"Damn Dali Jingu Pill, I heard that the United States has also developed this kind of medicine to speed up wound healing, but the speed is not so exaggerated. Like the kind of wound on the anchor's hand, it takes [-] hours to heal..."

"Fuck, the effect is ten times different?"

"Cheating, I have decided that I am going to join the Jack Su Knights, and follow me, Da Su, everyone, Goodbye!"

"Wait, I'm going too..."

In a blink of an eye, the live broadcast room of the Bai brothers and sisters once again lost tens of thousands of people.

The two people, who were only 5555 popular, almost fell below [-] in one go. [-]zw

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Let's talk about the bamboo house,

After the wolf left, Su Mubai left some grain seeds and used a dustpan to dry them outside the bamboo hut.

The rest of the millet was poured into a large iron pot and continued to stir fry.

Costin not far away, standing on a stone, combing his feathers,

Compared with the wild wolf, the work of pulling the stone roller is completely unsuitable for it, and it is more suitable to describe it with less effort.

Just in size, the wild wolf is several times taller than Haidongqing,

Moreover, the wild wolf uses its four limbs to exert force, and Costin can only fly in the air, relying on its wings to drive its own body to move.

If you want to pull the stone roller, the effort is naturally much higher than that of the wild wolf.

live room,

"Shen Su is really amazing. He actually thought of using a big iron pot to dry the millet, and even stir fry it with his hands!"

Li Meixi and Mary only understood the function of the big iron pot after watching Su Mubai crush the rice with a stone mill.

It turned out to be for drying fresh millet.

Not only does it save time, but you don't have to bother to find a place to dry it.

Zhang Yang next to him looked like I didn't expect it.

But even though he had guessed the role of the stone mill, the act of drying the millet in the big iron pan still surprised him.

He dared to say that no one had ever done such a divine operation.

Aside from other things, just frying the millet with the palm of your hand can make many people daunted.