Chapter 1532 (2/2)
Let LINGJI fall asleep for three days. After the body recovers, Jiang Ziwen may have survived the crisis.
Isn't that much easier?
”My mother is also worried that she knows that Jiang Ziwen has an accident and will go to hell with the ghosts and gods in the underworld. Since she was a child, Jiang Ziwen has watched her grow up. She is more affectionate with her brother and sister than with my mother. So, let her fall asleep, and we will be free, and she won't make trouble for us.”
In and out of the Qing yao ji, the dishes, porridge and dishes are arranged one by one.
”I'll call shang'er to get up and eat together. You can use it first.”
The words fall, the fragrant breeze burst, Qing yao ji disappears at the door.
In the courtyard, wudian Laozu and Hongjun Laozu respectively hold Taijiquan postures, ignoring gongsiyu.
The two old men were yelling at each other early in the morning.
”Old black! Your gesture is wrong! That's it! Left hook, right foot step This is it
, backseat driver, was very reluctant to make complaints about his ancestors. He quickly kicked the big buttock with the wide waist of his father. I think that's what I think”Ouch Hongjun Laozu stumbled and almost hit the stump. He was angry and raised his sleeve. He was ready to fight Wu Tian Lao Zu early in the morning. ”You bad old man is very bad. You just want to fight, right? How can I be afraid of you? Look... ”
The word ”Zhao” has not yet been exported, but Gong Si Yu is helpless, and he is inserted between the two old people to stop it.
”If you do, my yard will be gone.”
”What's the matter with me?”
Wu Tian and Hong Jun two old men glare at Gong Si Yu with one voice.
“……”
immediately ignored the as like as two peas, and raised their sleeves. Even the stone stools beside the stone tables had to compete with each other. The same chopsticks and clear porridge were competing for a succession.
Just when Gong Si Yu was speechless, he planned to go to the house to change clothes, and then came out to see the spirit. However, after listening to Wu Tian's father Leng Buding, he asked, ”is Qingwu really dead?”
Gong Si Yu steps a meal, looking back, ”yes.”
”Dead?”
”This It should be Dead.
”Dead? It's impossible... ” Hongjun Laozu came up to Wutian Laozu and stroked his beard. He said in a strange voice, ”before the creation of the underworld, the old man was the God of resurrection. If he died, he would be able to revive in the same place. How can I not believe it? Ghost! I think there is a ghost in it
Just at this time, outside the courtyard, Qing Yaoji dragged the sleepy lingshang all the way into the threshold.
Looking from afar, lingshang looked listless, as if he was ill, his feet were floating, and he seemed to faint at any time. While walking, he was looking at his qingyaoji bitterly, ”my mother, I feel terrible...”
”What's the matter? You have the same as your sister? ”
Qing Yaoji looked back at the white face of lingshang and held her hand over his forehead.
The next second, lingshang leg a soft, kneeling on the ground, purple eyes suddenly shrink, heart stopped