Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

   Chapter 849 Cousin (68)

  Bai Weiwei's face turned red immediately, and she said angrily, "You shameless bastard, you read books on etiquette, righteousness and shame, why don't you have any literati demeanor, you are simply a rascal, shameless."

  Qi Chimu looked at her with a smile, not angry at all.

   Then he clasped the bowl with his fingers, took a deep breath, raised his head and drank the medicine in one gulp.

  The entrance is very, very, very bitter.

  Qi Chimu frowned, but he relaxed his brows happily after trying to understand what was added to the bowl.

   is coptis.

  Then he calmly passed the remaining bit of medicinal juice to Bai Weiwei.

   It doesn't seem to be bitter at all.

  Bai Weiwei looked at him nervously, "Didn't you feel anything?"

  Qi Chimu endured the bitterness, and raised his eyebrows lightly, "What should I feel? My stomach is like a knife, or my liver and intestines are cut off? Are you poisonous, vicious woman?"

  Bai Weiwei saw his calm face, and couldn't help but argue: "Who poisoned me, so I won't dirty my hands."

  Qi Chimu looked at her suspiciously.

  Bai Weiwei felt guilty and quickly poured the medicine in the bowl into her own mouth.

  After drinking, she looked like a villain, "Do you think I have poisoned?"

   Then a burst of bitter taste that exploded on her tongue swept through her taste buds in an instant.

  Bai Weiwei was stunned for a moment, then her entire face wrinkled into puckered wrinkles.

  She quickly poohed, but found that it was still bitter, so she hurried to drink water.

  Seeing Bai Weiwei being driven around by the bitter taste of Coptis chinensis.

  Qi Chimu finally laughed, he couldn't help it.

  I planted a bunch of Coptis chinensis by myself, but I ended up asking for trouble.

  Bai Weiwei hated it to death. She put the water glass on the table hard, and the tip of her tongue was still bitter.

   "Qi Chimu, you old and cunning bastard."

  Qi Chimu coughed, almost laughing himself to death.

   "It's a good description."

  In his previous life, he was scolded to death as a treacherous and cunning man.

   Hearing this curse word, I really miss it.

  The bitterness of Coptis chinensis in his mouth, together with the shadow of those deaths in his previous life, is slowly fading away.

   Instead, her appearance became more and more distinctive.

   Bad, brainless, and ignorant of good and bad.

   Don't know good or bad, let alone forbear and give in.

   Dudu looks cute.

   It’s just a small advantage of being cute.

  Qi Chimu was picky and thought carefully.

  【Ding, the hero's favorability is sixty-five. 】

  The system looks at the cute (…evil) little girl host who has regressed from childishness to a fertilized egg and plays pranks every day.

   I also saw that after being reborn, he didn't make a big show of his ambitions, and he just fell in love with his head all day long, saying it was revenge, but he was actually a primary school boy who bullied the girl he liked every day.

   Poison dog food for these two.

  I lost my appetite after eating.

  So it needs to buy an extra bucket of instant noodles to reduce stress.

  Qi Chimu healed his back injury before thinking about getting closer to the third prince.

  He thought that he saw that hairpin in his previous life, and found it when Bai Weiwei's maid was packing up the warehouse.

  Because it looks good.

  Bai Weiwei wore it for a while.

   He looked at it but felt familiar, and later saw that it had a special pattern of his family.

  That's why he used a trick to get the hairpin in his hand.

   Only then did I discover that huge fortune.

  In this life, because his encounter with Bai Weiwei changed, the timing of finding the hairpin also changed.

  Qi Chimu is not in a hurry, because it is better than any wealth to meet the third prince earlier.

  He thought about it for a while, and then found out that there were three people who came to study and live in Dahuang Temple recently.

  One of them lives in the old plum tree, preferably the son in the wing room, should be the third prince.

  (end of this chapter)