"What's wrong, my mother?" Seeing that Meng Qi's gaze gradually became strange, Sanqi asked in confusion.

Meng Qi held his mouthful of old blood in his chest, his face turned red, and he kept hammering the bed while covering his chest.

Sanqi was frightened by her, and she had a hint of crying in her voice: "Amn, Amn, are you okay? Don't scare me?"

Meng Qi thrust his heart a few times, and finally spit out the mouth of blood, and then he felt better.

"My mother, you vomit blood. I'll go find Dr. Su." Sanqi said hurriedly.

In her little heart, if Ah Niang is the smartest person in the Huangquan, then Doctor Su is the most capable person in the Huangquan, and even Ah Niang cannot subdue him.

"You, stop!" Meng Qixin felt aching, bit her red lips and pointed at Sanqi.

Sanqi still had a nervous expression on his face and said, "My mother, don't worry, Dr. Su is so powerful, he will definitely cure you well."

"I'm fine, come back." Meng Qi gradually understood that in these eight hundred miles of Huangquan, only Su Jin was willing to play with Sanqi. Not only did she smile at her, but she also told her stories. It was normal for her to like Su Jin without more choices.

Logical.

But, I don’t want to do it!

"What's wrong with me?" Sanqi felt that my mother was weird. Her eyes were very strange and complicated, as if she had experienced something extremely strange.

"Sanqi, you heard from my grandmother that you don't really like that feeling. In the future, you will meet a young man who will make you feel moved when you first see it, and you will have the urge to spend your whole life with him." Meng Qi said in a whisper.

"My grandma, what is heartbeat?" Sanqi asked.

"It is when you first see him, you think he is very good-looking and dare not look at him, and you may even feel that you are not worthy of him." Meng Qi explained.

Sanqi thought seriously: "Isn't this still Dr. Su?"

Meng Qi: I feel bitter for my mother.

Why does this get darker and darker?

"Hey, Wuming, how should I plant this Manzhushahua?" Outside the lobby, Su Jin walked to Wuming with a gift bag.

"Don't you hate me?" A trace of emotional fluctuation appeared in Wuming's eyes: "After all, I almost destroyed your family."

"Of course I hate it. If I can beat you, your grave will be set up now." Su Jin said frankly.

nameless:""

Do you want to be so straightforward? You can't answer this at all.

"Don't change the topic, how can this kind of seed bloom? If all the 800-mile yellow springs are planted with Manzhu Shahua, Sanqi will definitely be very happy." Su Jin saw his speechlessness and helplessness, but he didn't take it to heart at all.

He had already hated this monk, and it was already a great improvement to be willing to talk to him. Don't even talk about hiding his emotions to take care of his emotions.

"Manzhushahua's blood grows. The more blood the drink is, the higher the quality, the more beautiful the flowers it blooms, and the bright red is better than fire." After a long time, Wuming said softly: "If you bury this flower seed under the yellow sand, kill Meng Qi, and use her red blood to irrigate it, you will definitely get a sea of ​​flowers."

Does Manzhu Shahua drink blood in the original work?

Su Jin thought about it again and again, but he had forgotten it.

But it doesn't matter, just know how to make it bloom.

With his malicious eyes turned around on Wuming, Su Jin said, "Can the blood of Arhats water Manzhushahua?"

"Yes, but can you do it?" Wuming said lightly.

"How about making a deal? Help me grow Manzhushahua, don't have to open the underworld, just open the courtyard. I'll persuade Meng Qi to cooperate with you to act in a play and lead Acha's ghost messenger."

"This" Wuming hesitated.

At first glance, Mengpo Village is not small. If Manzhu Shahua wants to open the yard, how much essence and blood will he have to flow out? Having lost so much essence and blood, can he still beat Acha?

"This is your only chance, please think about it carefully." Su Jin knew in his heart that not to mention losing his essence and blood, even an Arhat in his heyday would be in danger of fighting against Acha. If he lost his essence and blood again, he would be afraid that he would be alive and bewitched him in the transaction.

Su, who is a little sensible person, is like a needle-eye, is the best at holding grudges. If he could kill Wuming, he would probably laugh for a few days and celebrate wildly.

"Who are you? Why are you sitting here?" A few days later, the Minotaur and the Horse-faced Monster drove more than thirty ghosts to outside Mengpo Village, looking at the white-clothed monk sitting at the door in confusion.

"Get out." Wuming said.

"Rare!" said the Minotaur angrily: "Do you know who we are? You dare to be so domineering and arrogant!"

Wuming threw out the golden short sword, turned into a golden light, instantly pierced through the Minotaur's chest, drew an arc in the air and returned to his hand.

The Minotaur widened his eyes and looked down at the wound on his chest. Before he could even scream, his ghost melted into the wind and sand.

The horse-faced monster was so scared that he shivered all over, turned around and ran away, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving only more than thirty at a loss.

"Just killing a ghost man, it should be impossible to alarm the Pope. I wonder if it can attract a certain judge. If the judge is killed, it will probably shock the underworld, right?" Wuming murmured softly with a short sword in his hand and looked at the direction where the horse-faced monster left.

"Master, are you trying to save us?" A ghost came to Wuming with courage: "I wonder if you can send us back to the sun, my wife is still waiting for me to come home."

"Get out, or you will be killed!" Wuming said coldly.

More than thirty ghosts suddenly scattered into birds and beasts, and soon disappeared.

Time flies.

day to day.

Since no ghosts came to visit for many days, Meng Qi, who was resting in peace and quiet, has improved a lot and was able to move freely, but the hidden injuries in his body have become more serious. In the future, there will be repeated outbreaks every once in a while.

"Clang!" On the morning of this day, Meng Qizhuang was halfway through and stood in front of the dressing table with teeth grinding, looking at the countless big holes that were being taken out behind the dressing table that was tilted to the ground, and her whole body was trembling with anger.

You can guess who did it without thinking.

The reason for everything was that her rouge box accidentally fell under the dressing table. She just raised the table, but the table collapsed and almost smashed her head.

"Su Jin!!!" Taking a deep breath, Meng Qi shouted loudly.

At that time, Su Jin was playing chess with Sanqi in the lobby, and took a straight line as a car, forcibly killing Sanqi's general.

Sanqi's eyes were straightened and Chi Chi said, "Doctor Su, shouldn't horses be the day they go? Why did they jump so far?"
Chapter completed!