Quick Wear: Female Supporting Role

Chapter 227 Return to Xiaoxi Mountain

The system did not understand Wuxin's operation. "Isn't the target of our attack the Second Prince? Are you mistaken?"

"No," Wuxin fiddled with the teacup, his eyes a little absent-minded, "You are mistaken, I am targeting the Demon King."

Before this, anyone could have been. It was just a pity that she hadn't seen the current demon king. She lowered her head and stared at the drawing paper on the table. The handsome young man was wearing a black robe, with long hair tied up high. His eyes were fierce but not without a hint of tenderness. It was a pity that he was not looking at her.

These days, she went to visit the Grand Prince and brought him tea and snacks, as well as things she had made herself. The man acted very arrogant and responded to her a few words out of politeness.

"It's boring." She poured the tea little by little onto the painting, and then placed the teacup on the face of the person in the painting.

"Then what are your plans next?"

If you think she's giving in, that's impossible, "give her what she wants"

Wuxin lay on the couch, fiddling with her hair lazily. She was going back, and before leaving, she gave the prince an arrowhead made of black iron and wished him a speedy triumphant return.

If his sudden departure did not cause any ripples on the lake, then he would just let it go. After all, the current demon king did not lack a son.

After bidding farewell to my adoptive father, I returned to the northern part of the demon world and to my own courtyard, and suddenly felt very at ease.

Seeing someone at the door, Banxia went up to greet him, "Master."

Wuxin touched Banxia's head, his eyes full of pampering, "Yeah, you've grown taller."

The small clinic is doing good business now, all thanks to Bochuan, who manages the clinic in an orderly manner.

Wuxin took out all the best immortal herbs she had, and Bochuan and Banxia looked like they saw treasures, "So many!"

"Pick a few that suit you, and roll the rest into balls and set aside." She waved a cattail leaf fan with a faint smile on her lips.

"Master, we can definitely make a lot of money by selling these!" Banxia said excitedly.

Wu Xin poked his head and said, "I feel that I can't afford to support you two anymore."

"No"

"Leave it to me." Bochuan obediently put away the magic grass.

These days the system urged her to find the Second Prince, but Wu Xin felt that the Second Prince was not the Demon King yet, which meant that the heroine had not appeared yet, so she decided not to go for the time being.

When she had nothing to do, Wuxin asked Banxia to bring a small stool and she taught them how to carve. This was something she was good at.

After a while, the two of them got a pair of little dolls that looked like themselves, which were the same as they looked when they first met Wuxin.

"Two hundred and fifty years, the world has changed a lot." She glanced at the two of them. Banxia was very happy. After a while, she carved a rabbit and excitedly gave it to Wuxin, looking for praise.

"Okay, kid, you have one percent of my personal teachings."

Among the three, one has to cook, and Wuxin will definitely not take on this heavy responsibility. Banxia still has a childish mind, and only Bochuan is willing to work hard and never complain.

Bochuan's cooking skills have improved a lot over the years, thanks to the recipes Wuxin gave him.

The autumn wind blew and leaves fell. Banxia was sweeping the falling leaves. Seeing that the master was sleepy in the rocking chair, she came forward and said, "Master,

"Um"

"How about us"

Banxia was about to speak, but stopped herself. Seeing that he was halfway through his words, she took off the book covering her face without any intention, "Okay, what's wrong?"

"Let's go back to Xiaoxi Mountain"

A moment later, a little deer jumped up and down in the yard. Wuxin followed behind, out of breath. She supported her waist, holding a pink skirt in her hand. It was embroidered with peach blossoms, which was extremely gorgeous. Wuxin waved to Banxia, ​​"Stop."

"I don't want it." The little deer jumped directly onto the tree and hid far away, as if Wuxin was a monster.

Hearing the sound of the door being pushed open, Banxia knew that Bochuan had returned, and hurriedly called out to her brother, "Brother, help!"

Bochuan walked in with a basket of vegetables, thinking something happened in the backyard, but he saw Wuxin panting, and his younger brother turned back to his original form on the tree, looking at him with tears in his eyes. Bochuan was puzzled, "Master, what's wrong with you?"

"You came at the right time. Banxia, ​​that brat, refused to try on clothes for me. You..."

Bochuan carried the basket and went to the kitchen. "I'm going to cook. What would you like to eat tonight, Master?"

"All right," Wuxin nodded with a smile, then turned to look at the deer who was about to run away.

Finally, under the pressure of Wuxin, Banxia, ​​wearing a small pink floral dress, tears streaming down her face, did as she was asked and posed in a strange position.

"Why are you crying? I spent a lot of money to go to Hua Niangzi's embroidery workshop to find the best embroiderer. Hua Niangzi doesn't make things easily."

When she thought of the arrogant attitude of the little spider demon, she immediately asked for the Nine-Colored Flower. Later, Wuxin searched for it for a long time, and it took her a lot of effort to find that thing.

"Done." Wuxin finished his painting with great satisfaction and handed it to Banxia to show her how beautiful it was.

The Pinellia in the painting is graceful and smiling, but the person in reality is covering her face with shame, with water stains on her eyelashes, looking like a young wife who has been angry, "Wuwuwu"

"Okay, okay, I'll give you some compensation." Wuxin took out a small gadget to coax Banxia.

A small square box with a button that turns.

Wu Xin told Ban Xia, "That's clockwork"

As the spring twisted, the lid on the box slowly opened, and the gears inside turned, making clear music.

At the other end of the kitchen, Bochuan called out, "It's time to eat."

"Let's eat," he said without intending to pull the still confused person along.

When he saw Banxia in a pink dress, looking pitiful and shy, Bochuan smiled for the first time, "Master, your taste..."

“What happened to my taste?”

Wuxin and Banxia looked at him intimidatingly, and Bochuan immediately stopped talking and said, "It's time to eat."

After the meal, the two men put down their bowls and chopsticks and left, leaving Bochuan to clean up the battlefield.

"Oh." Bochuan silently put away the dishes and chopsticks, washed some fruits, cut them and took them out.

Wuxin was very satisfied with the new painting and praised Banxia.

Banxia was not at all happy about these praises. Instead, she sat aside sullenly, fiddling with the spring on the box.

Bochuan sat down with a plate of fruit and said, "It's time to eat some fruit."

Banxia on the other side turned around, picked up a piece of apple and started biting it.

"Xiao Bochuan, you have worked hard these days"

"Change"

Wu Xin picked up a grape and threw it into his mouth. "Master, I will grant you a small wish. Is there any place you want to go?"

"There's nothing I want to go anywhere." After all, my younger brother is by my side, as well as my master. He has lived a good life in the past two hundred years.

"Okay," Wuxin said, "Then you stay here to look after the house, and I will take Banxia back to Xiaoxi Mountain."

"Uh," he asked quickly, "Are you going back to Xiaoxi Mountain? I can do that, too."

Wu Xin sat up straight and said slowly: "Oh, didn't someone say it's good here?"

"Can"

"Well, Xiao Banxia and I will accompany you when we have nothing to do."

Bochuan was stunned. He didn't understand what was meant, and then he heard his brother laughing beside him.

"Master, when are we going?"

The small clinic is closed and visitors are not welcome.