Chapter 170 (1/2)
Chapter 170 – He is Her Ingredient (3)
The child’s flesh felt tender like a lotus root, making her want to take a bite of it. However, she didn’t want to wound him.
Although the knife was still pressed on his neck, he behaved appropriately.
He faintly sighed. “Then release me and I’ll give you ginseng.”
Her hold on him was tight to the point that he could not even withdraw his hand.
“If I release you, you will escape!” Ning Xuemo didn’t loosen her hold. “Just directly turn back like this!”
The little child, “……”
He gritted his teeth. “Rest assured that this Ki… I won’t run away! So, let one of my hands go and I’ll give you a 100 year old ginseng.”
Ning Xuemo held a bit of suspicion. This little child was incredibly sly. Earlier, he made her eat a huge loss, thus she had no choice but to stay on guard.
She pondered for short moment and released one of his hands, the one that was tied with a red thread. “Hurry up! If you dare to play any tricks, I’ll slice off your little head!” Ning Xuemo moved her weapon to his throat to threaten him.
He really didn’t have the intention of playing any tricks. His little hand lightly patted his apron, and then a rather thick ginseng appeared.
Ning Xuemo’s eyes brightened. She raised her hand to receive the ginseng.
That ginseng must be a 100 years old as seen by its complete shape, how white and fat it was, and how even the tassels had more than several roots.
Ning Xuemo smiled to the point that her eyes narrowed. With this ginseng, she would be able to eat to her fill and won’t need to stay hungry for a while.
It appeared that the child in her bosom was a real ginseng child. If this wasn’t the case, how would it be able to take out a ginseng just by patting its apron?
She really picked up a treasure!
Could it be that his apron is a hundred treasures purse?
He patted it, ginseng appeared, then what if she patted it?
Ning Xuemo belonged to the category of people labelled as doers; if they thought about something, they would immediately do it. Thus, she also patted his apron…