The little sweetheart dressed as the ghost king

,Physical recovery.

After Xiji finally tidied himself up, he got up and carefully changed a cloth towel on the Night King's forehead, checked his condition, and found that it was much better than before, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing the sleeping Night King, nothing happened, and he couldn't sleep because of the pain, so he decided to go out and have a look, and talk to the villagers here to learn about the situation here.

"Grandma, what are the origins of these two people who came today?" Miao Er asked curiously while sitting next to her grandma, cooking the medicine for fever.

Hearing her question, the old woman showed a vicissitudes of life on her wrinkled face, sighed deeply, and said in a pitiful tone: "Grandma doesn't know their origins, your grandpa may know. Just looking at it like that, it should be two people persecuted by this world."

Hearing what she said, Miao Er was obviously not very satisfied. Looking at the specially killed chicken in Grandma's hands, she muttered, "Those two people should have high status outside, right?"

She only knew what gold was from her grandma's description, which was more money than silver, and the silver was only accumulated by the people in their village for one ingot.