The two Daoist priests finally reunited after parting through life and death, and the scene was naturally extremely touching.
As a result, the remaining disciples, as well as Lan Zhan and Wei Ying, all withdrew from Yizhuang, leaving the space for the Taoist priest and the two to reminisce about the past.
Just then, Si Zhui came over with a child wrapped in black clothes in the shape of a zongzi.
The younger generation took the little baby as the center, surrounded him, and moved slowly to the front of Yizhuang.
lanjingyiIn this ghost weather, why did it suddenly snow, it was cold to death.
Jing Yi rubbed the cold goosebumps on her arm and muttered.
lansizhuiIt's so cold, I don't know if the child will be frozen.
Si Zhui touched Xiao Xue Yang's forehead, the temperature was fine, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
ouyangzizhenEh, you have all come out, what about Miss A Jing?
The eyes of the boy in red swept behind Wei Ying and Lan Zhan.
ouyangzizhenStrange, I didn't see her just now. If she was inside, why didn't she come out with you.
The door of Yizhuang opened again, and Xiao Xingchen in white appeared with a thin comatose girl in his arms.
lanjingyiWhat the hell, scam the corpse!
jinlingYou are a man or a ghost! Aren't you dead?
Xiao Xingchen's appearance made the younger generation hide in a panic.
They saw with their own eyes that Xiao Xingchen was lying in the coffin without living.
Could it be that this Xiao Xingchen is a puppet?
Is he dead or not?
Why does he suddenly have eyes?
Wasn't he originally blind?
Will he slash people with a sword like Song Zichen before him?
ouyangzizhenWhat's the matter with Miss Ah Jing?
The boy in red popped a head behind the wall, his eyes vaguely probing into Xiao Xingchen's arms.
xiaoxingchenMiss A Jing suffered from the cold and was temporarily in a coma.
weiyingShe was thinly dressed, could not see, could not speak for help, was weak, and passed out beside the coffin unknowingly.
xiaoxingchenDo you have any extra clothes?
lansizhuiNo. But there is the only room left that can be used.
Si Zhui pointed at the house where the slaughter basalt was located in the distance.
Surrounded by ruins, the snow fief, wrapped in silver, the small hut was quite abrupt.
Because it is very conspicuous, people can see it with one finger.
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Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen entered the house together.
The other rooms were crushed to pieces by the Slaughtering Black Arts Puppet. The situation of this more stable house was not much better. The door had been deformed, and one of the beams was broken.
In the room, the girl in green on the bed disappeared.
Xiao Xingchen thought there was no one here, so he gently put A Jing on the bed and covered her with a quilt.
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songlanThere are people here.
Long Daoist Song suddenly paused in the middle of his speech.
Yeah, for several years, he didn't seem to know her name.
The sound of ping pong pong came from the small kitchen, and Song Lan hurried to the small kitchen behind.
The girl in green sat on the ground, holding the wooden knife board for cutting vegetables in both hands, biting her face ferociously.
The kitchen utensils were scattered all over the floor: iron spoon, kitchen knife, spatula...
Daoist Song snatched the plank from her hand.
This can't be eaten.
The girl in green raised her head, tears flashing in her clear eyes.
xuantuluMy stomach hurts from hunger.
She was wronged and aggrieved.
xuantuluI want to eat something delicious.
Daoist Song pursed his lips, lifted her up, and patted the dust on her skirt.
songlanI'll make braised fish for you, don't eat wooden boards, you know?
It took a lot of effort, and the cold Daoist Priest Song finally learned to speak gently and kindly.
Although, his expression was still a little uncomfortable.
xuantuluThat would be fine.
She smiled and hugged Daoist Song happily.
Children are so easy to coax.
This turtle wasn't very smart at all, and now that it's stupid, it's even more stupid.
Daoshang Song's body stiffened for a moment, he was not used to such close contact, even if the other party was just a silly soul body with a three-year-old IQ.
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Waiting for Daoist Song to cook fish again.
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