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"You're going to come to Fengyun Valley to see me and Aunt Salted Fish, okay?

Now, my dear, we miss you so much! We would love to know more about Madame Gassed Bag. “

Five weeks passed, during which time the Holy Spirit of the North wrote many shy, ecstatic, and affectionate letters, pouring out his love, his desire to be a hero for her, his plans for the end of the crusade between men and demons, and his worship of his commander, St. Quixote Sancho, and so on.

By the seventh week, Colonel Sancho had sent a telegram in his own name, followed by a letter, a cordial and solemn letter of condolence.

Angry and dead!

The Colonel was supposed to send a telegram earlier, but he felt that his illness was not important, and he did not want to worry his family.

This unfortunate young man, who was deprived not only of the love he thought he had won, but also of the lofty ideals of honor on the battlefield.

He suffered first from pneumonia, then with measles, and soon died in humiliation, without even seeing the shadow of the Southerners, in the camp by the Northern Holy Spirit.

Later, the son of the airbag was also born at the "right" time, because it was fashionable at the time to name the commander of the child's father, and he was named Donton Quixote.

Clumsy once cried in despair when he found out he was pregnant, and would rather die himself. However, she rarely felt uncomfortable during the whole pregnancy, and there was not much pain during childbirth, and she recovered so quickly after giving birth, so Wujiao's godmother told her privately that it was a very common thing - that women should suffer more.

She doesn't have much affection for children, even though she doesn't say so.

She didn't want him, and was annoyed by his birth, but now that the child was in front of her, it was as if it couldn't be hers, not a piece of flesh on her body.

Although she recovered physically in a short and somewhat undignified period of time after giving birth to Don Quixote, she was psychologically in a trance and sick.

She was so depressed that even the people of the Sacred Valley couldn't cheer her up, Anne frowned and spun around, Javald cursed at every turn, and brought her useless gifts from the Garden of Light Eden.

Even Dr. Ah Ghost admitted that he was helpless after giving her some syrups and herbs containing tonic and herbs to no avail.

He secretly told Anne that it was because of his heartbreak that he was so angry and angry, sometimes listless and capricious.

But if she were happy to speak, she would tell them that the problem was far from so, and that it was much more complicated.

She didn't tell them that it was because she was very bored and distressed about being a mother, and most importantly because Mengjiao was gone, which made her seem so sad and miserable.

Her boredom was intense and frequent. Ever since the barracks left for the front, there has been little entertainment or social life in the Linglu Blessed Land.

All the funny young men will be gone—the four Mindless Brothers, the Saliva brothers, the Ghost and the Ugly Guys, and every young and cute boy from the Garden of Light Eden, the Dew Field, and the Valley of the Holy Water.

Only the older men, the disabled and the women remained, weaving and sewing all day, stepping up the planting of brocade flowers and corn, and raising more piglings, sheep, and unicorns for the army.

Except for the supply team led by Jin Tong'er's middle-aged lover Qian Ju who passed through once a month in order to collect military supplies, there was no real man to be seen.

The men on the supply party weren't very exciting, and the money pot's shrunken courtship was annoyed at the sight of it, until she found it hard to be polite to him.

She couldn't wait for Jin Tong'er to settle their affairs with him.

Even if the supply team was more interesting, it wouldn't make any difference to her situation.

She was a widow and her heart had gone into the grave. At least others think that her heart is already in the grave and expect her to behave like this.

This annoyed her, for she did her best not to remember anything but the look on his face when she promised to marry him.

Even this impression is becoming more and more blurred now.

But she was a widow after all, and she had to follow the rules of widowhood. The entertainment of an unmarried girl is no longer her share.

She must be serious and cold.

Ever since she saw one of the lieutenants of the money pot pushing her on a swing in the garden and laughing loudly, Anne had long and eloquently explained to her how important this was.

Anne was deeply distressed by this.

She had been told that being a widow was the most reproachful, so she had to behave more carefully than a young grandmother.

"Only God knows," thought the stupid clumsy thought, as he obediently listened to his mother's earnest teachings, "that being a young grandmother is no longer fun, and that a widow is like a dead man." “

A widow must wear an unsightly glow-in-the-dark garment, with no ornamentation, no flowers, ribbons or trims, or even jewels, only a brooch of a mourning dress with striped emerald stripes, or a necklace made of the hair of the deceased.

And the glow-in-the-dark veil on her hat had to hang down to her knees, and it was not until she had been widowed for three years that it was shortened to her shoulders.

A widow must not talk and laugh heartily, and even a smile can only be sad and sad. And, most frighteningly, they don't show the slightest pleasure in being with the gentlemen.

If a gentleman who was uneducated would show interest in her, she would have to speak of her deceased husband in proper and serious terms, so that he would be respectful and respectful, and die of it.

Now, yes, I wondered that some widows remarried in old age, though no one knew how they had negotiated it under the watchful eye of their neighbours.

And they usually marry some old widowers who have a large sacred valley field and a large group of children.

It's bad enough to be married, but to be a widow -- oh, it's all over! How stupid it is to say that Don Quixote Sancho was a good comfort to her after being engulfed to death!

What else are they stupid to say, and now she has hope for life!

Everyone said how happy she was as a symbol of deceased love, and she naturally did not correct their opinions. But this kind of thinking is too far from her own state of mind!

In fact, she had almost no interest in Saint Quixote, and sometimes it was not easy to even remember that he was indeed her child.

Every morning when she woke up, there was a hazy moment when she was clumsy again, when the sun shone brightly on the camellia outside the window, the imitation birds were singing happily, and the smell of roasted and cured pork gently poured into her nostrils.

She's a carefree girl again.

Then she heard anxious and hungry cries, and often, often after a moment of astonishment, she remembered, "Why, there's a little hairy head in the house!"

Then she remembered that it was her baby. It's all confusing, and I don't know what is going on.

And then there's Mengjiao!

Na, the most memorable thing is Mengjiao, for the first time in her life, she hated the kiss of the god of love, the holy valley field, hated the long red clay avenue leading to the hill and the river, and hated the red fields densely planted with Jiaojin seedlings.

Every piece of land, every spirit tree, every stream, every path and road for a unicorn reminded her of Mengjiaolai.

He had gone to war, he belonged to another woman, but his ghost still roamed the roads in the twilight, squinting at her with sleepy purple eyes in the shadows of the hallway.

As long as she heard the sound of unicorn hooves all the way on the riverside avenue from the "Twelve Spirit Trees" village, there was not a single time when she didn't think of Mengjiao!

The village of the "Twelve Spirit Trees", a place she once loved, now she hates it too. She hated it, but her heart was tied there, so she could hear Yellow Springs, and Masquerade talking to the girls about something else - she could hear them reading the letter he had sent from Hardshell Tower.

It hurt her, but she had to listen. She didn't like the softness and stupidity of her neck, and she knew they didn't like her either, but she couldn't live without them.

And every time she returned home from the "Twelve Spirit Trees" village, she had to lie on the bed unhappy, refusing to get up for dinner.

It was this attitude of refusing to eat that made my mother and Wujiao's godmother so anxious.

Wujiao's godmother brought a tray of delicious food, and coaxed her to say that now that she was a widow, she could eat as much as she pleased, but she was stupid and had no appetite at all.

Dr. Ghost told Anne in all seriousness that sadness and depression often lead to physical and mental decline, and women will gradually die of exhaustion.

Anne's face turned white when she heard this, for that was what she had been worried about for a long time.

"Is there no way around it, doctor?"

"The best thing to do is to give her a change of environment," said the doctor, who was eager to get rid of a tricky patient as quickly as possible.

In this way, Ben Ben reluctantly left the kiss of the god of love with the child, first to visit the relatives of Piaoxiang and Tiantian'er in the heart of the spiritual spring, and then to see Anne's two sisters, Ju'er and Mi'er, in the spirit mound.

However, she returned a month before Anne's arrangement, and no explanation was given.

The two uncles of Lingquan Heart are still very attentive, but Turtle and Snow Heart and their wives are both old, and they like to sit quietly and talk about the past, and Clumsy is not interested in it.

The same is true of Tiantian'er's family.

As for the Spirit Rat Mound, Stupid thought that place was too terrifying.

The two walked side by side to the slope of the fairy mountain in the northwest corner!

Zhou Bo walked and said: "I wandered around for the escape from home, and then I had no money around, and I heard that Uncle Qian Ruyu was very good guests, so I went to his house for a leisurely meal!"

He was about to come to Shark Jiao Ridge, and I had already heard that Shark Jiao Ridge had a quiet scenery, so I followed him to visit Xian Mountain to play in the water!"

Xiaoyu nodded and asked, "Why did you want to escape from home?"

Zhou Bo said: "Daddy wants to teach me to practice physical skills, but I refuse to practice!

Xiaoyu opened a pair of big round eyes, looked him up and down, very curious, and asked, "Why don't you want to learn immortals, are you afraid of hardship?"

Zhou Bo said: "I'm not afraid of suffering! I just can't figure it out because I think about it, and I don't listen to my father! Daddy is angry, and he and his mother quarrel again——"

Xiaoyu smiled and said, "Your mother always quarrels with your father to protect you, isn't it?"

Zhou Bodao: "Yes!"

Xiaoyu sighed and said, "My mother is like this!"

Looking at the distance in the east, he was stunned for a while, and then asked, "What do you think about and can't figure out?"

Zhou Bo said: "I have received the 'holy ring' since I was a child! My father asked a gentleman to teach me to recite poetry and songs, and I asked a high god to teach me to participate in the holy scroll!"

For more than ten years, I have learned the benevolent heart of the Holy Family, pushing myself and others, the Holy Family's precepts of slaughtering demons and precepts, and the emptiness is in my arms, and suddenly my father taught me to practice immortals, and learn the method of beating and killing people, I naturally feel that something is wrong!

My father argued with me for three days in a row, but I was still not convinced! He memorized many of the sentences of the holy scroll incorrectly, and he did not interpret them correctly!"

Xiaoyu said: "So your father was furious and beat you, didn't he?"

Zhou Bo shook his head and said: "My father didn't beat me, he reached out and clicked on a seal for me! In an instant, it seemed that there were 10 million ants biting all over my body, and it was like many mosquitoes sucking blood at the same time!"

Daddy said, 'Doesn't this taste good?' I'll break the seal with you later, Daddy, but if you meet an enemy, I can teach you to die, you can't live! You can try to kill yourself!'

After I clicked the seal on him, I couldn't lift a finger, where could I kill myself!

Then my mother quarreled with my father, and my father broke my seal! The next day I sneaked away!"

Xiaoyu listened blankly, and suddenly said loudly: "It turns out that your father can seal, and it is a first-class sealing immortal technique in the world, is it not that if you stretch out a finger and poke it somewhere on your body, you won't be able to move, and it's itchy and unbearable?"

Zhou Bodao: "Yes, what's so strange?"

Xiao Yu's face was full of surprise, and said, "What's so strange about what you said?

In the realm of gods and demons, if someone can learn your father's sealing immortal technique a few times, you and he will kowtow ten thousand times and ask for ten or twenty years, but you are unwilling to learn it, it is really strange!"

Zhou Bo said: "This sealing immortal technique, I don't think it's a big deal!"

Xiaoyu sighed and said, "You must not say this, let alone let the family know!"

Zhou Boqi said: "Why?"

Xiao Yu said: "Since you don't know how to do physical arts, you don't understand many bad things in the gods and demons world! Your farmer's 'Sealing Immortal Technique' is unparalleled in the world, and it is called a finger gun!"

As soon as the immortal scholar heard the three words of the finger gun, he was really coveted for one meter, and he was so envious that he couldn't sleep for ten days and ten nights!

If someone knows that your father knows this immortal art, and says that someone must have a bad heart and kidnap you, and ask your father to use the sealing formula of the finger gun in exchange, what should I do?"

Zhou Bo scratched his head and said, "There is such a thing, my father is annoyed, so he has to have a good fight with that person!"

Xiaoyu said: "Yes, if you want to fight with your farmer, others naturally don't dare, but for the sake of the physical skills of the spear, then it can't be said!"

What's more, if you fall into the words of others, things will be very difficult to handle! In this way, don't tell people that your surname is Jiao in the future!"

Zhou Bo said: "There are thousands of people surnamed Jiao in our Immortal Spirit Country, and not all of them will know this sealed method!"

I don't have the surname Jiao, what do you call my surname?"

She smiled and said, "Then you can take my last name for the time being!" (To be continued.) )