I was killed by my relatives, and I am reborn to be ruthless.

He Ronger didn't expect Uncle Zou to react so strongly. She was frightened by his look and rubbed her arms tactfully without saying anything else.

The two came out of the rune shop and went to a pharmacy.

As soon as she entered the door, He Ronger smelled a strong aroma of medicinal herbs, and a look of joy appeared on her face.

Before Zou Mubai could say anything, he walked towards the cabinet containing the medicinal herbs and checked the names of the various herbs on the drawers.

Zou Mubai did not urge her, but said to the little medicine boy in the store: "Weigh two kilograms of each of the herbs in your store and pack them up."

The little medicine boy nodded, but just as he reacted, he was stunned: "My guest, what did you say? Two kilograms of each?"

Although he was not very old and had been studying medicine with his master for five or six years, this was the first time he had seen someone buy medicine in this way. He looked at Zou Mubai with surprise.

"That's right, weigh two kilograms of each. If it's not enough, come back and get more."

He was not an alchemist, and he did not know what medicinal materials were needed to make pills, so he could only buy them this way. Anyway, He Ronger was also a novice, and the failure rate of alchemy would probably be higher, so he would practice with ordinary herbs first.

The little medicine boy hurried into the back hall to ask his master for instructions, then came out with the list to weigh the medicine.

This is a big order. There are at least several hundred kinds of herbs in their store, if not thousands. Each one weighs two kilograms, which is nearly a thousand kilograms. He called other guys in the store to help.

He Ronger saw that the shop assistants were getting busy. She turned around and saw Zou Mubai sitting there calmly waiting. She walked over curiously.

"Uncle Zou, what are they doing?"

Zou Mubai put down the tea bowl and said, "I ordered a batch of medicinal materials from them and asked them to pack them for me as soon as possible. Is there anything else you need? Let's go shopping somewhere else first?"

He Ronger shook her head: "There's nothing to buy."

The main reason is that she has no spirit stones on her.

Zou Mubai's eyes lingered on He Ronger's disciple uniform for a moment, and he frowned, "Come on, follow me to the spiritual clothing store."

"Uncle Zou wants to buy robes?"

"Well, old man Lin Ze said he would arrange a set of nice-looking disciple uniforms for us, so as not to embarrass him when we go out."

Zou Mubai said this nonsense. He knew that if he didn't say this, the girl would definitely not accept the clothes he bought.

The corners of He Ronger's mouth twitched.

How could Uncle Zou be embarrassed when he was wearing such gorgeous silk brocade clothes?

She suspected that her uncle's words were specifically directed at her.

But she was happy that someone bought her new clothes, and she jumped and followed Uncle Zou to the spiritual clothing store not far away.

As soon as he entered the door, Zou Mubai said to the boss: "Bring me a few sets of defensive robes, plain colors for adults and bright colors for children."

When the boss heard that the visitor wanted a whole set, he smiled and welcomed them in. "You two, you've made the right choice by coming to my place. The vestments in my shop are all woven by specialized embroiderers and blessed by professional weapon refiners. Not only are they beautiful in style, they also have defensive and skill reflection capabilities."

Zou Mubai didn't believe what his boss said. There were only a handful of weapon refiners with real skills in the spiritual world today. How could an ordinary spiritual clothing store find such a strong weapon refiner to help them?

However, buying a robe is always better than ordinary ready-made clothes. I will prepare a few sets for He Ronger to keep warm first.

In the end, Zou Mubai picked out a crescent-white long gown for Lin Ze, and a crescent-white brocade dress of similar style for himself, but he picked out several sets of brightly colored girl's skirts for He Ronger.

He Ronger looked at the pile of red, green and pink clothes in front of her, and her little face wrinkled into a bun.

"Uncle Zou, shouldn't disciples' uniforms be of the same color and style? Why are yours and your uncle's so plain?"

Zou Mubai said with a straight face: "How can you be like us? You are still a child, you should wear bright colors like this."

He Ronger shook her head: "No, I don't want this, I also like moon white, this set is enough." She said while holding a set of clothes in her hands.

Seeing her determined look, Zou Mubai had no choice but to say, "Okay, take this set."

He turned around and looked at the other clothes in the store, and selected three sets of dark purple ready-made clothes, one for Lin Ze, one for himself, and one for He Ronger.

When the two came out of the clothing store, they had already changed into the dark purple clothes.

Both the big and the small have delicate faces. The big one is elegant and cool, while the small one is well-behaved and cute with lively eyes, attracting many passers-by to stop and watch.

This scene happened to be seen by He Lian'er who was sitting in the store drinking tea, and jealousy flashed in her eyes.

Qiao Yun followed He Lian'er's line of sight and said fiercely, "Second Miss, this He Rong'er is so ignorant that she actually dares to wear the same clothes as Master Zou!"

"Hmph! I don't know what kind of seductive tricks that wild girl used to make both my great-grandmaster and Uncle Zou treat her differently." He Lian'er clenched the teacup in her hand angrily.

The teacup was crushed by her, and the fragments pierced into her flesh, piercing her skin and flesh, making it a bloody mess, but she seemed unaware.

"Miss, your hand!" Qiao Yun was frightened when she saw this and hurriedly took out a handkerchief to bandage He Lian'er.

He Lian'er stared at the two people on the street downstairs the whole time, with darkness in her eyes.

After Qiao Yun finished bandaging, she said coldly, "You go back first. I have something to go out for."

"Miss, you are not well yet, let me follow you."

"No, don't follow me." After saying that, He Lian'er walked out of the private room and went downstairs without looking back.

Qiao Yun wanted to follow quietly, but as soon as she went downstairs, she could no longer see her young lady.

At this time, He Ronger was attracted by the steamed bun shop at the corner of the street and was about to pull Zou Mubai over there.

Zou Mubai paused and looked back.

"Uncle Zou, what's wrong?"

"Someone is following us." His voice was cold and his eyes were wary.

He Ronger looked back and didn't find anyone suspicious.

"Uncle Zou, did you see it wrong? There are so many people on the street, maybe they are just heading in the same direction as us."

Zou Mubai carefully sensed it again and nodded: "Maybe, maybe I made a wrong judgment."

He Ronger smiled and pulled him to the bun shop: "Uncle Zou, let's buy some buns. They smell so good."

"Okay, I'll do as you say." Zou Mubai smiled and paid the spirit stones.

He Ronger took a few hot oil-paper bags and ran towards a stall not far away.

Zou Mubai paused for a moment, casually glanced back at a small alley behind him, then quickly followed.

He couldn't be wrong, someone must be following him.

However, this person used a concealing magic weapon, so he could not see the person's figure.

However, he began to wonder in his heart, why did the aura of the person who was following them feel so familiar?