What about thousand-year-old jade? What about spirituality? provoked Rong Ye, no matter how noble he was, he still ended up in pieces.

Although Wang Zhan felt pity, he still found an iron hammer and smashed the jade to pieces.

Afterwards, the pile of scraps and scraps were casually sprinkled into a flower garden in the Mu family's garden.

Thinking that such a treasure was destroyed in his own hands, Wang Zhan was still quite emotional.

Someone behind him patted him on the shoulder and said: "Gu Yu exorcises evil spirits, it is an attack type, it can neither ask for blessings nor attract wealth, it is not beneficial to stay around, unless it is a Taoist mage who is good at refining small ghosts, it will be used." ”

The person who spoke was none other than Du Hao.

Wang Zhan didn't want to see him, but these words were very useful in his ears, he turned around and sighed faintly, and said to Du Hao: "It's not a way to keep going like this, when will the trick you taught to nourish the soul be cured?" ”

Du Hao replied: "The method handed down by the ancestors must not be wrong, how long has it been since no one has tried it, it may be three years, or five years, I don't know." ”

Alas......

It's really hard to do the things of gods and ghosts.

The most important thing is that if this matter is not over for a day, Du Hao will come out from time to time to steal his limelight, Rong Ye looks for Du Hao for everything, but his henchman has become a microphone, which is terrible.

……

Mu Zi has been sick for the past few days, and Mu Ling has also been sick.

It's madness.

At first, she locked herself in the house without eating or drinking, and the maid thought she was losing her temper and didn't care, but just waited for Mu Rongxuan to come back and routinely reported it.

Mu Rongxuan's anger had not yet subsided, and after hearing this, he snorted heavily and said, "Let her go!" If you don't want to eat, you'll be hungry for her! ”

As a result, Mu Ling really didn't eat again, she sometimes cried, sometimes laughed, and sometimes screamed in the room that there was a ghost!

Mu Rongxuan realized that something was wrong, and let people open the door, Mu Ling screamed in fright, and shouted that there was a ghost, and everyone sent Mu Ling to the hospital.

After all, it is her own daughter, and she is still distressed in the end, Mu Rongxuan has been running around for several days in order to treat her daughter, asking about suitable hospitals.

The Mu family suddenly became crazy because of Mu Ling, and there was a lot of discussion. The servants remembered that there were funerals at home one after another, Mu Zi almost drowned, Mu Ling suddenly went crazy again, and in a panic, many servants took the initiative to resign.

For this reason, Mu Rongxuan was anxious for several days.

However, Mu Zi, who was in the small western-style building, didn't know these things.

She lay lazily in bed to recuperate, not only did she not go to school, but she never even went out of the door.

Murong Cheng held a bowl of soup and slowly fed Mu Zi to drink.

"It's not like I don't have hands." Mu Zi complained. She knew that Murong Cheng had good intentions, but she really couldn't stand his tiredness.

Mu Zi is very clear about her situation, her body is just a small problem, mainly because her mental state is too poor, not to the extent that she needs to be fed.

Murong Cheng firmly fed her spoonful by spoon and enjoyed it.

However, he really couldn't do this kind of work of serving people, and after a few mouthfuls of soup were fed, they either leaked or spilled, and Mu Zi's front was soon wet, with oil flowers.

"It's dirty." Mu Zi tugged at her sticky wet clothes, wanting to cry without tears, "This kind of is difficult to clean!" ”

Murong Cheng couldn't see that she disliked herself, put down the bowl and soup spoon in his hand, picked up Mu Zi's face and kissed it, "If you can't wash it, buy a new one." ”

Mu Zi pushed a few times weakly, panting, she was really delicate now...... Oh no, it's weakness.

Murong Cheng stopped and looked at her slightly frowning eyebrows carefully, although he was still bored, he didn't seem to be as repulsive and disgusted as before.

He was relieved.

Just as he was about to continue feeding the soup, there was a knock on the door downstairs.

Mu Zi immediately pushed him: "Go and open the door." ”

Murong Cheng didn't move at all, and sat up straight with the bowl, "Don't care, no one will open the door." ”

Mu Zi couldn't cry and laughed: "Don't make trouble, maybe my mother forgot to bring the key!" ”

I can't help but slander in my heart, this person is really naïve sometimes.