The boy in the hall looked very proud, probably because he was finally about to get something perfect. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

For more than two hundred years, he finally realized how complex the human heart is, and sometimes it is obviously very safe, but it is reversed by the sudden change of the human heart. For these seven emotions and six desires, he doesn't know how long he has been running around, and how much energy he has consumed, among which blood and tears are naturally indescribable.

He looked at the man's quiet face, and suddenly became dissatisfied, and with a casual move, a big sycamore leaf flew over from the yard, was pinched in his hand, and covered the man's face without hesitation.

It was already winter, and there were few leaves left of the plane tree, and now even the yard was deserted. If it weren't for the fact that there was a huge evergreen tree next to it, it would be really desolate to the eye.

He cocked Erlang's legs and muttered dissatisfiedly: "Actually, you saved my life back then, and now I have paid so much for you, it should be regarded as a clear two! But who made me so good? You have taught me for so many years, and I have saved your life, which can be regarded as repaying your kindness! You must not be too stressed!"

As he spoke, he merged the palms of his two hands, twisting the left and right sides into a circle arc, and then spread out his palms and suddenly blew out a breath on the palms!

In an instant, a wisp of light that could not be seen clearly staggered and flew up, through the sunlight, through the trees, and into the distance, which was difficult for the eye to see.

An unpredictable smile suddenly rose on his ice-carved and snow-carved delicate cheeks, as if he was talking to someone, and as if he was talking to himself: "Recently, there seem to be several interesting people in the imperial capital! I wonder if they are happy with this gift? Well, whether they are happy or not, as long as it does not affect my final harvest, it will be fine......"

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Because of disgust in his heart, Lin Lin did not go to the hospital to see his old man the next day. However, the old man's spiritual power was strong, and although his qi and blood were exhausted and he was seriously injured, he was still alive at this time, but he fell into a coma and did not have a clear consciousness.

A big man like him, no matter how many crazy things he does, as long as the matter is not revealed for a day, he can still enjoy the best treatment. For example, the ward I am currently living in, in addition to the high-end, also has layers of protection.

He Qing is just an ordinary college student, so naturally he can't see him, even if Lu Shaodan's identity is difficult to approach because of the age gap.

In the end, considering that he was already in a coma, Zhang Guoming went to visit him in the hospital once, which can be regarded as the end of this twenty-year-long period of companionship like grandchildren.

When He Qing went to Zhang Guoming's house, he was happily packing up his things. The wife heard that the child's health improved rapidly after hearing that the child was fine, and it was expected that he should be discharged from the hospital the day after tomorrow.

Since his son is fine, Zhang Guoming's whole family's mental state is very different, for example, this time, as soon as He Qing came to his house, he saw that the whole house was cleaned.

She pondered in her heart: she is worthy of being a soldier, and her work is different, and she looks at the housework neatly......

Because Hao Hao's soul has been extracted for a long time, and it has been more or less digested, his current soul is equivalent to a damaged state, and after being brought back by He Qing, because the magnetic field has been partially assimilated with Lin Zaifang, it is difficult to fit the body satisfactorily for a while. There is no shortcut to this, so He Qing can only come over every day to light a requiem incense, and then recite a spiritual mantra for him, and slowly guide the run-in.

Hao Hao's mind is still a little vague, he doesn't have the memory of that soul period, but after suffering subconsciously, he has become much more timid in recognition.

Fortunately, this is the second time He Qing has come here, and he has been in contact with it once, so he is not as resistant as the first time. He Qing took out a colorful lollipop from his pocket, and put on his face a smile that he thought was very friendly and was actually very wolf-grandma: "Hao Hao, are you good today? Come, sister, please eat a lollipop!"

Hao Hao's situation was a little better than yesterday, his eyes were looking around aimlessly, and it took a while for him to focus on the lollipop with difficulty. He Qing patiently held the lollipop motionless in front of him, lest the small movement startle him.

Hao Hao stared intently for almost five minutes before he slowly stretched out his palm, slowly pinched the plastic rod with his white and chubby fingers, slowly pulled it back, and said inarticulately: "Thank you...... Thank you...... What...... Sister...... Sister He Qing ......"

I can't help but look cute!

He Qing's heart was almost swiped by kawaii, she stretched out her claws that were about to move, rubbed Haohao's soft hair, and her fingers lingered on his white and tender cheeks for a while, like a strange aunt, and then she got a sense of satisfaction!

Zhang Guoming, who happened to look back and saw her lewd movements: ......

The incense sticks for the requiem incense had been prepared in advance, and He Qing opened his backpack and took out the requiem incense that had been carefully prepared in the past few days. The difference is that the things used by the dead souls that were crossed before were all more feminine. Haohao's current situation is obviously difficult to fit the soul, and he only needs to run in the aura. Therefore, most of the requiem incense used this time is yang fire materials, such as peach wood, such as vermilion blood.

The three incense sticks are slender and slender, and together they are not as thick as one chopstick. She skillfully lit the fire, respectfully sent the incense burner, and then began to recite the requiem mantra properly.

As soon as he finished reciting a mantra, Zhang Guoming began to hurriedly go to the kitchen to prepare lunch for his son. When he passed by He Qing's side, there was suddenly an indescribable smell on his body, and until the person entered the kitchen, He Qing could still smell the slightest residual smell in the air.

Although it was slight, as long as she sniffed carefully, she could still sense it.

She frowned and looked at the man in the kitchen: "Brother Zhang, have you been somewhere today? Why does it smell of corpses?"

"What stinks?"

Zhang Guoming was slapping eggs, and his hearing was blurry.

He Qing sensed it again and replied seriously: "The corpse stinks." ”

After experiencing Haohao's incident, Zhang Guoming was very much at this time, and after he heard He Qing's words clearly, he immediately walked out of the kitchen nervously: "I didn't go anywhere today, I just went to the hospital as usual." I went to see Lin ...... first The man, and then went to see my wife...... I didn't go there to the hospital morgue!" )