400 The Real World 7

[You have learned the martial arts secrets produced by this system, which will not only allow you to wash away impurities and dirt, but also allow you to reshape your qualifications, and you can also acquire a powerful self-defense martial arts. This is a good thing in one fell swoop. 】

Bei Yutang's heart moved, and the system's sentence "remove impurities in her body" made her heart move.

If there is such a feature, these two hundred points are really not expensive.

【It is better to act if you are excited, buy it! 】

"When I have enough points, I will consider it."

Bei Yutang ignored the chatter of the system, walked to the side room, and saw that the boy Mo had fallen asleep on the table. She stepped forward and was about to pick her up. As soon as her hand touched the little bun, she woke up.

The boy Mo rubbed his sleepy eyes and shouted with a hint of milk: "Mother."

"Mo'er, let's go home." Bei Yutang reached out to hug him, but the boy Mo shook his head.

"I'll go by myself." The boy fell to the ground and took the initiative to hold her hand.

The corners of Bei Yutang's lips rose unconsciously, and one big and one small left the restaurant. There was a carriage outside the restaurant. This carriage was specially ordered by Manager Feng to prepare it and send them back.

On the way, Bei Yutang went to a rice grain store and bought a lot of rice and white noodles, as well as a lot of meat and live chickens and ducks. There happened to be a car, so Bei Yutang bought a little too much, and the driver who was driving the car was speechless.

Kid Mo was also surprised why his mother bought so much food.

When the carriage took them back to the village, the village was completely silent, few households had the lights on, and most of them had already fallen asleep. The coachman helped to move the contents of the car back. Before leaving, Bei Yutang gave the coachman ten copper plates. The coachman was so happy that he couldn't help thanking her.

After all, if you catch a bus, the fare you earn is not much, and these ten copper plates are already a windfall.

Bei Yutang looked at the open fenced yard outside. If he continued to do tasks by himself, the safety factor of this home would be too low. Whether it is for her in a coma and the young boy Mo, it is very dangerous.

It seems that some money will be spent to enclose this courtyard wall.

This time it is estimated that it will not work. A week has passed, and she has to do the task first.

The next day, Bei Yutang had someone come to reinforce the doors and windows of the house. Boy Mo looked at his mother in a busy outfit, and he had a hunch that her illness was about to start again.

Sure enough, that night, my mother said the same thing to him again.

"Mother, you don't have to worry. I will take care of myself." The boy Mo Nuo said in a glutinous voice.

"Well, that's good. Go to sleep." Bei Yutang gently patted the boy across the quilt, humming a little tune, and gradually heard the boy's breathing becoming even.

"Let's start." Bei Yutang said in her heart.

[Start sending, countdown, ten, nine, eight...]

At the same time, far away, thousands of miles away, among the mountains, stands a quaint and magnificent building complex. Outside the hall was very lively, but there was only one occasion, which was unusually quiet, surrounded by dark guards.

A man in black armor walked out of a secret room and happened to meet another companion.

"Has the young master's illness been committed again?"

The man in black and armor nodded, "Have you noticed that the young master is getting sick more and more frequently recently. It used to be at most once every six months, but this time it's just a month..."

"Shh! You're courting death. If anyone hears it, our lives will be lost."

When the two of them thought of the cruel criminal law, they all stopped talking.