Su Xiaoxiao was counting the herbs. The army was going to Borken North Pass, and there would definitely be casualties in the war. She had taken all the medicine in the pharmacy, but she still needed a large amount of anesthetic boiling powder and golden sore medicine.
Wuhu flew in and landed on her table, shaking the snow off its feathers.it
"Don't wet my herbs," Su Xiaoxiao said to it.
It swaggered forward and exchanged information for bird food with Su Xiaoxiao.
A word of information for a bird's meal.
"Looking for something! Looking for something! Looking for something!"
"The repetition is only one sentence."
Wuhu was speechless.
Wei Xu's things, the incomplete map, the border of Northern Yan.
Su Xiaoxiao counted that after three and a half sentences, and gave it four pieces of bird food.
Qin Canglan went to order the troops. Wei Ting and Su Mo had just come from the injured camp. At this point, the show was over.
