Quick Wear Peace

"Young master, I finally found you. If I couldn't find you again, I would beat us with a stick." The butler was excited to see the small figure and ran over in a hurry.

Fu Guanbao saw the butler curled his lips somewhat unwillingly, stretched out his hands and hugged An Ning's neck tightly without even looking at the butler in front of him.

"Young Master--" The butler looked at Fu Guanbao helplessly, at a loss as to what to do.

"Okay, I'll come to play with you next time." An Ning touched Fu Guanbao's soft hair.

Fu Guanbao then reluctantly let go of his hand.

After An Ning left, Fu Guanbao remembered that he had not yet asked the fairy sister's name.

"Butler, butler, I haven't asked the fairy sister's name yet." Fu Guanbao said as he was about to get off the butler, anxiously wanting to catch up, but An Ning had already walked far away.

Fu Guanbao could only go home in disgust.

After returning, Master Fu sat on the main seat with a small whip in his hand, waiting for Fu Guanbao.

Mrs. Fu was pacing back and forth anxiously.

When he saw Fu Guanbao coming back, he excitedly held Fu Guanbao's chubby and tender little face in his hands, looking back and forth, and only felt relieved when he saw no injuries.

"You unfilial son, why don't you kneel down." Master Fu took a small whip in his hand and swung it to the ground with a 'snap'. Fu Guanbao knelt on the ground with a 'snap', and tears fell from his eyes, very skillfully.

Mrs. Fu looked at Fu Guanbao with some heartache, picked him up and said while crying.

"Master, the dog is still young. If you whip it, it will die. If the dog dies, then I will die too."

"You, you, you are too kind-hearted. Your son will definitely be killed by you."

Mr. Fu looked at the crying mother and son helplessly, threw the whip in his hand to the ground, and walked out.

After Mr. Fu left, the tears in Fu Guanbao's eyes disappeared instantly. He said goodbye to Madam Fu happily and returned to his own courtyard in a flash.

"Butler, go check which family the fairy sister we met today is from." Fu Guanbao said in a baby voice.

"I want to bring her to our home."

Holding the little baby in both hands, he happily enjoys the happy life in the future with the little fairy sister.

"Host, that child is Fu Guanbao." Xiao Yixiang An Ning here reported.

"Really?" An Ning really didn't expect that such a cute child would become so silly when he grows up.

The characteristic that he likes to look at beautiful women has been revealed since he was a child.

Before I knew it, I walked to the suburbs and saw a small thatched hut. A child in simple clothes walked out of it.

"That's Dong Yong."

An Ning looked carefully at Dong Yong who was working. He didn't look as dull as he grew up, but his appearance was not that outstanding either.

How did the Seventh Fairy fall in love with Dong Yong? And it was love at first sight.

Could it be the halo of the male and female protagonists?

An Ning was very confused.

He shook his head, turned around and left, returning to the yard to make paper figures.

Sitting next to the table, holding a pair of scissors, a small paper man was successfully made in a short while.

With a wave of her white hand, a little girl with a round and delicate face stood beside An Ning, her long eyelashes trembling like a butterfly spreading its wings.

He slowly opened his eyes, his pair of black eyes were like a cold abyss, his eyes were lifeless, like an ice-cold machine.

"Master." A soft and sticky voice sounded, and a sense of disobedience rose up.

An Ning frowned slightly, stretched out her finger and tapped her forehead. A golden light entered her mind, and her cold eyes gradually took on the same color.

"Master~"

An Ning nodded with satisfaction.

The paper figure made this time contains the vitality of the Flower God, and she will grow slowly over time.

"Just follow Bian Yue first, Bian Yue will tell you what to do." An Ning stroked the little paper man's head.

"Just call me Zhizhi."

"Thank you master for giving me a name." Zhizhi was very well-behaved.

Bian Yue was summoned by An Ning and came to An Ning's side. An Ning handed Zhizhi to Bian Yue and asked her to pay attention to the situation around her, especially the situation around the protagonist.

After arranging everything, An Ning took some silver given by Bian Yue and started a wandering life.

Mainly to earn merit points.

He practices medicine in some poor counties where people cannot afford to see doctors.

At first, people saw a little girl and didn't believe that she could cure diseases. After all, she looked young and had no experience.

They prefer to see doctors who appear to be experienced.

As time went by, An Ning had no chance of opening at all, and no one dared to go even if it was free.

The sky gradually darkened, and An Ning slowly packed up his stall and wanted to return to his rented courtyard.

Suddenly I heard a crying sound. Gossip is human nature. Although curiosity kills the cat, I still can't help it.

An Ning squeezed his way through the crowd and soon made his way to the innermost part. He saw an old woman crying sadly, looking for help from the people next to her, trying to hope that the people around her could help.

He held the young man next to him tightly with his hands. The young man covered his chest tightly and gasped heavily. Beads of sweat kept dripping from his face. He looked very painful and his face gradually turned purple.

It was obvious that he was almost unable to breathe.

The people around were pointing and talking, with a look of relief in their eyes, but no one dared to step forward. After all, what if they failed to help and got into trouble?

An Ning frowned and walked forward, took out the acupuncture needle bag from her arms, and walked in front of the old woman.

"Auntie, I'm a doctor, let me take a look."

As he said this, he wanted to step forward and take out the needle.

"Wait, wait." The old lady grabbed An Ning's wrist, looking doubtful, "How do I know if you are a doctor? What if you can't cure my son?" She looked An Ning up and down.

"Don't worry, ma'am, I'm confident when I take action."

An Ning spoke patiently with an anxious look in her eyes. The bruises on this man's face were getting worse and worse. If he wasn't treated, he would really die.

"No, no." The old woman grabbed An Ning's wrist and refused to let her do anything.

"Little girl, you'd better ignore them. Be careful or they might blackmail you. She's a well-known shrew here." A big man who was watching kindly advised with his arms folded.

"Shut up." The old woman didn't even care about An Ning and stood up and started cursing at the big brother, her saliva flying like a fountain.

He doesn't look pitiful at all, and is full of fighting spirit.