Standing outside the courtyard, listening to Ying'er crying loudly, the ninth prince put away the cynical smile on his face little by little.

Just this once, it won't make you cry in the future......

The glass priest stood indifferently on the side of the road: "Are you following me?" ”

Yan Ruyu took out a prayer stick in her hand and shook it at him.

At this moment, the signing culture as a starlight fell on her.

"It's just the right thing."

Liuli has nothing to say, after all, as a supervisor sent by God, even if he really follows him and spies on him, it is understandable.

After going back, the priest was still silent, but Yan Ruyu didn't dare to look at him secretly through the doors and windows of the temple like Ah Yuan did before.

The next wish came from a distant mountain village, a poor mother.

The family was so poor that even if the door was open at night, no thieves would visit it.

The furnishings of the room were very simple, a bed, a table, and a few low stools with missing legs.

The old man, who was lying on the only still intact bamboo in the room, was covering his mouth and coughing quietly.

She kept her voice very low and soft, for fear that her son, who had just gone out, would hear it.

It wasn't until the person was far away that she let go of the quilt and coughed violently, coughing and coughing, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes.

My son, A-Niang doesn't want to drag you down anymore.

The old woman was carried by her son to the Prayer Mountain to make a wish, and she lied to her son that her wish was to hope for a speedy recovery.

In reality, however, she wrote on her wishing sign: I hope I can no longer be a burden to my son.

The old man knew that her illness could not be cured, and she did not ask for anything else, but for death.

But she didn't even seem to have the strength to leave the bed.

Liuli stood beside her bed and gently touched her, and the old man seemed to return to the light, = suddenly had strength again.

Without hesitation, she got up and hung the white silk that had been prepared on the beam.

She took one last look at the home, and then wrapped the white silk around her neck with tears in her eyes.

Who knew that at this moment, the old man's son turned back as if he felt something.

He ran all the way to the front of the house.

Seeing his mother's situation at the moment, Liuli waved her hand indifferently.

The wind and sand suddenly rose, and the sand and stones lifted from the ground fascinated the boy's eyes, and he had to stop and rub the foreign object in his eyes away.

It's just that the old man has successfully kicked the low stool under his feet and hung himself in the air.

Liuli turned around indifferently to leave, but there was the sound of a heavy object falling behind her.

He looked at Yan Ruyu coldly.

The latter smiled at him and held up the prayer stick in his hand.

It was the old man's son who wrote it: I hope that my mother will recover soon.

Yan Ruyu said to Liuli: "The priest wants to go wrong, right?" Who said you have to die if you don't become a drag? It's okay to be cured. ”

She was transformed into a white-bearded old man.

The young man, whose eyes were finally open, heard a muffled grunt behind him.

"Old man, what's wrong with you?"

Yan Ruyu touched his beard and said, "The old man went to the mountains to collect medicine, and accidentally lost the medicine pestle, and the little boy went to fetch it for me, so I waited for him here." ”

As she said this, she deliberately winked at Ruri.

Yan Ruyu, who became an old man, was still not good at walking, and the young man saw that it was not early, so he proposed to push a wheelchair and take him home first.

Yan Ruyu waited for his words, so she nodded: "It's okay, wait for me to leave a letter, so that the little boy knows where I am and can pick me up." ”

After the two left, Ruri picked up the letter that was pressed by the stone.

"If the priest doesn't come, these two wishes will not be fulfilled."