The white-haired person sends the black-haired person, and the most painful thing is this.

The old woman was already frightened by the picture and trembled.

He stood up tremblingly, his thin arm trembling upward, wanting to touch the person in the picture.

That's her son? How could that be his son?

It's killing her!!

The old woman was hunched on the ground. Tears flowed silently and fiercely, full of despair.

"Mother-in-law" Liang Meng couldn't bear to see it, and stepped forward to help the old woman up.

"Mother-in-law, he has another ending. ”

Hearing Liang Meng say this, a glimmer of fire drifted into the old woman's cloudy eyes. That's the light of expectation.

Liang Meng didn't say anything more, and put the old woman in the chair and sat down.

Flip your finger again and wave it in the air.

Another blood-colored spell.

And then it's completely different from the sad picture just now.

This time, it makes people warm and happy.

In the picture, in addition to gender, the man and Xiao Ran stay together like an ordinary couple.

During the day, the man runs around as hard as he can to make a living. Xiao Ran cooks at home, weaves, and takes care of elderly women.

At night, when a man who has been tired for a day comes home, a hot and fragrant meal and a warm greeting can easily sweep away the tiredness of the day.

Later, Xiao Ran's sister passed on to give them a child.

Under their careful cultivation, the children grow up to be filial and filial.

And the old woman, not to mention one more filial son, finally has one more filial grandson.

The picture of the spell opening this time is finally fixed in the man, Xiao Ran, and the child all happily snuggling up to the old woman, and the old woman smiles happily and contentedly.

There is nothing more to ask for than to be happy.

The old woman stood up slowly, her body no longer shaking. Raise your hand and carefully arrange your crooked turban.

Every strand of hair that was scattered was carefully retracted into the bandana.

Then he lowered his head and smoothed out the folds on his shirt a little harder.

Finally, under Liang Meng's gaze, he walked out of the door firmly and calmly.

Looking at the firm back, Liang dreamed that the man and Xiao Ran would get their wish.

Parents all over the world have always felt sorry for their children. Even if you are wronged.

"Hall Master, you're tired, have a cup of tea. ”

Liang Meng stood in the middle of the hall, motionless as he watched the direction in which the old woman had left.

The legend stood behind Liang Meng with a printed white porcelain teacup in his hand and spoke softly.

Liang Meng waited for the wetness in his eyes to completely dissipate, and then turned around and took the teacup in the legend's hand.

The fragrance of tea is overflowing. Wash away a lot of sorrow.

Taking a sip, I don't know what to think, Liang Meng smiled and shook his head helplessly.

"What is the hall master laughing at?"

"I laughed at the fact that it took so many hours for the first one, didn't you say there were three of them today, and I see, the day is over late at night. ”

The legend didn't know how to reply to Liang Meng's words, raised his hand and scratched the back of his head with an embarrassed expression.

"Alright, stop scratching, let's go next. ”

Put the teacup in the Legend's hand and walk to the main seat and sit down.

Wait for her, the next task.

To Liang Meng's surprise, it turned out to be a child who came in this time.

The boy's face was bruised and bruised, and I don't know if it was a fight or a fall.

Seeing Liang Meng, he didn't know where he learned the etiquette, so he knelt down respectfully.

"Hall Master. ”

The voice was completely low-pitched of an adult man, without the slightest childish immaturity.

How old is this kid?

Liang Meng squinted slightly and saw that the boy's real body was a black and white striped zebra.

Wait, wait~~

Liang Menggang found out what was wrong with this child.

The legend once told her: In Zhou Yuan, anyone who has not cultivated as a human body can only survive in the desolate wilderness on the border.