Bai Lu saw that the needle was not good this time, so she was so anxious that she sweated profusely and put the needle down and said, "No, hurry up and send it to the hospital, Xiao Huang's car is on the street!"

"Oops!" the pestle was already in a hurry, and hurriedly agreed to pick up his grandmother, and a group of people hugged him out and went out to the street. Seeing this, Xiao Huang immediately started the car and drove Bai Lu, Sticky and Grandma Liang straight to the hospital.

Since there were not too many people in the car, Zhang Sanmad, Zixue and Qianyu Fusheng could only stay.

Qianyu Fusheng looked at the car and was ashamed, and said goodbye to the two:

"Now that the spirit bead has been lost, and the dust keeper has also had an accident, I have to go back and inform Master Yun Chen quickly. ”

She left in a hurry.

Zhang Sanmad and Zixue thought that they had nowhere else to go, so they had to lead the black and white shuangsha back to the shack. When I went back and lifted the lid of the pot, a pot of steamed buns had already steamed like stone eggs, deflated and hard.

"Alas, this morning's troublesome ......" Zhang Sanmad grabbed a steamed bun and took a bite, almost glued his teeth, and scolded while chewing:

"Grandma is a stick, it's like a dream! The dust bead is gone, and the blood ring doesn't work, in case this Liang is dead, it will be even more regrettable......"

At this time, Zixue, who gradually calmed down, blinked her eyes and said to herself:

"Dust, dust, red pill...... China's 5,000-year-old civilization is ancient and mysterious, full of infinite unknowns...... I have always longed for the myths and legends of the motherland, although today's events are unbelievable, but I believe that this time I came to China and I found a phenomenon that is more magical than the Indians and Mayans in human history...... That's right, it's called "The Mysterious Phenomenon Behind Human Civilization"!"

"Uh......" Zhang Sanmad listened to her words, was stunned for a moment, and sighed:

"Foreign schools are really misleading, don't you have textbooks to learn? As soon as your head is hot, you will decide what to study, what if someone is determined to sleep and eat steamed buns?"

"Hee-hee. Zixue smiled and explained seriously:

This is called interest in research, cultivating people's innovative spirit. To tell you the truth, my classmates really have a study to sleep!"

"Heh, let's really hehe, this is okay?" Zhang Sanmad's eyes couldn't help but widen, and his face was full of doubts: "Then does anyone study farting and falling in love?"

Zixue nodded disapprovingly when she heard this, and replied lightly: "Yes, eighteen of the twenty-four people in our class have similar topics. My table mate is a gay guy who talks about boys and what positions are better for boys to avoid lumbar spine injuries. ”

"Huh?" Zhang Sanmad heard such a fresh and tender topic for the first time in his life, although he was obscure but also understood the meaning, he was so shocked that he had to bow down:

"Wow, wow, wow, the horse-head qin played the sound of a donkey's fart, we have lived in vain for half of our lives, no wonder those rich people have gone abroad, it turns out that they can satisfy all kinds of psychopaths!"

Zixue saw that he was making a fuss and was still ridiculed and disdainful, so she defended unconvinced: "Cut, although my family lives abroad, it doesn't change, my parents are engaged in public welfare. Besides, don't think that our research is worthless. For example, the one who studied sleep, and the preliminary theory he obtained was that there was a parallel intersection between human sleep and death. ”

"Parallel or intersecting, isn't this inconsistent?" Zhang San refuted madly and disdainfully, but after listening to Zixue's series of crooked tunes, his little brain did begin to struggle a little.

Zixue was even more serious and objected: "No, this is Western dialectical materialism. His research argues that to live is to die, and to die is still alive. ”

"Ahem, ahem......" Zhang Sanmad almost breathed and snorted: "Doesn't this mean that there is no research?"

"Why didn't you study?" Zixue solemnly enlightened him:

"If you reflect on it, it seems that although we are standing in this small courtyard now, it feels very real, but it is possible that we are in a dream, or that we are actually a soul that continues to float like a kite. And at night when we sleep and dream, you wake up and think it's a dream, but how can you be sure that the dream you have at night is not another world or a more real self?"

"Hmm...... Stop, stop, the mountain people are a little dizzy when they hear your reasoning, according to this, we are all dreaming or dying now, and that old Liang woman is awake and alive?

"Well, it's really very likely, I feel that Grandma Liang will be fine! It's that little brother Pony who is a little weird......" Zi Xue turned suspicious.

"What's weird, do you suspect that he stole the dust bead?" Zhang Sanmad blurted out without thinking.

"Oh, you can see that too......" Zixue nodded deeply with wide eyes.

"Hmm...... This kid is indeed suspicious......"

Zhang Sanmad and Zixue seemed to have a coincidence, and the two of them looked at each other and gasped in surprise, and neither of them wanted to say anything first......

And at this moment, Qianyu Fusheng has not yet walked out of Anliang Street. As she walked, she regretted that she had messed things up.

Unexpectedly, she was hurrying forward, and suddenly someone blocked her in front of her, and a second-rate person appeared in front of her.

The second-rate son is in his forties, with a slightly chubby round face, gray skin, two short eyebrows that are slightly figure-eight, and a pair of small round eyes underneath.

"Hey, little beauty!" The second-rate son smiled and squeezed his eyebrows at Qianyu Fusheng, and said in a deep voice: "There is an uncle who wants to invite you to talk about it, let's go!"

"You, who are you, why should I go with you?" asked Qianyu Fusheng when he saw that he was a leprosy and angrily asked.

"Hehe, it doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that if you don't go, I'm afraid the Lingzhu Nunnery will be demolished!"

The other party seemed to know quite well the origin of Thousand Feathers, and smiled and threatened.

"Who the hell are you and what do you mean?" Qian Yu Fusheng was shocked in her heart, but although she was not very old, she was also a woman, and she stepped forward and said sharply:

"Look at your green skin face and eyebrows, lazy man's cheeks and toad mouth, hum, you are not a good person at first glance, be careful if you talk nonsense, I will call the police!"

"Yo, the little mouth is very sharp! It's useless to tell you to call the police, I'm here to talk to you, my sixth brother will ask you something, ask if there is anything wrong, otherwise the bulldozer will start tomorrow!"

“......”

Qianyu Fusheng looked at his face, and felt that the second-rate son in front of him didn't seem to be as simple as casually talking.

Moreover, since the other party is clear about his relationship with the Lingzhu Concept, he must also be prepared. If it is really as he said to demolish the Spirit Bead Temple, this centuries-old ancient temple will really be destroyed, which is tantamount to asking for the life of Master Yunchen!

Qianyu Fusheng was determined to find out, so he sneered and shouted, "Where is your sixth brother?