After Xia Ji finished carving the 50 prayer beads, he felt a strong sense of fatigue rush into his mind. He stopped and strung the 50 prayer beads together with the original 108.
Looking at these prayer beads, he could not help but shake his head and reveal a disappointed expression. It was too little. He could only make fifty at a time. He was still too weak after all.
Turning his head, he saw Hu Xian Er looking at him as if she was looking at an immortal.
"What's wrong?"
"Master, can you give me a bunch?"
"I can't."
"I only want the type with fourteen pills."
"I can't."
"I can sell my body in exchange," Hu Xian Er said pitifully.
"Shut up."
"Seven days of fun."
"Shut up!"
"Oh ..."
...
Xia Ji thought about what the imperial guards had said.
Great General Nangong He's 30,000 troops would arrive in three days?
