Grandfather...... Don't die...... No!

Song Shijing sat up on the stretcher suddenly, her breathing was rapid, and her chest continued to rise and fall. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Sister Yu, who was resting on her seat, opened her eyes reflexively, "What's wrong?"

"Sister Yu......" Song Shijing shouted softly, sitting on the hospital bed, her hands slowly inserted into her hair, and her legs kept rubbing, as if she was enduring some pain.

Sunlight filtered in through the cracks in the blinds, and the room was filled with a strong smell of medicine, and the clothes on Song Shijing's body were also changed into loose hospital gowns by Sister Yu.

"Grandpa......" Song Shijing looked up at Sister Yu, and asked in a trembling voice: "Grandpa, where is grandpa?"

If it were someone else, he might not explain the facts that Song Shijing actually knew, but Sister Yu was different, and Sister Yu answered directly.

"The mountain lord has died in battle, but his contribution to the demon slayer has made a great contribution to the bright future of the demon slayer," Sister Yu replied loudly.

Song Shijing's body trembled, slowly hugged her knees, and sat and curled up.

This look, even Sister Yu, who is also a woman, is a little distressed when she looks at it.

"If you want to cry, cry," Sister Yu sat on the edge of the bed and patted Song Shijing's shoulder.

The pent-up emotions, huge pressure, and the guilt that has not subsided welled up in her heart, Song Shijing cried bitterly, and her tears wet the cotton trousers.

Sister Yu's eyes are also a little red, although she usually has no respect for the old mountain master, but when she was a child, she was specially trained by the old mountain master, and she also had a master-apprentice relationship in it.

Knock, knock on the door.

Sister Yu wiped her eyes and walked to the door in two steps.

The corridors of the hospital, the rooftops, and the nearby streets have all been controlled by the direct forces of Kunwu Mountain, and even if the color capital is very congested now, the neighborhood is very quiet.

"Team leader, your phone has been sent back, and the person who sent it back said that there is a person who claims to be very important and wants to talk to you. ”

Sister Yu choked angrily: "What does it mean that self-claim is very important?"

The guy scratched his head, "It's that the caller said that he himself is important, but we can't judge the specific aspects and degrees of importance." ”

"Go," Sister Yu snatched back her phone and slammed the door shut.

opened the phone and looked at the call log, and the corners of Sister Yu's mouth twitched slightly...... Didn't that boy like to play the savior before, and why didn't he show up this time?

But Sister Yu glanced at Song Shijing and still called the phone back.

It's not because Mu Qian said that he is important, he is really that important, in fact, Sister Yu thinks that she can comfort Song Shijing at this time, I'm afraid it is Mu Qian.

The phone was connected, and Sister Yu and Mu Qian were silent for almost ten seconds at the same time.

Mu Qian: "How is she now?"

"What do you think?" Sister Yu was full of unwillingness, "Where did you go before? When I needed you to save the world, there was no one! Men are really unreliable!"

Mu Qian coughed, but didn't explain much, and there was nothing to explain.

"She may be a little sensitive now, and there may be sequelae after the awakening of spiritual power, you should pay more attention. ”

"Why didn't you come and see her yourself?" Sister Yu's voice immediately rose, full of indignation.

Song Shijing, who was sitting there crying bitterly, snorted, and asked in a crying voice: "Who?"

"You're good," Sister Yu angrily threw her mobile phone to Song Shijing, but she was also interested, walked out of the ward directly, and closed the door vigorously.

Mu Qian could still vaguely hear Sister Yu's roar: "Look at what you see!

The way this eldest sister vents her emotions is also no one.

Mu Qian coughed, and unconsciously adjusted his voice, "Are you in a better mood?"

"I didn't ...... Xiaoqian, cough! My grandfather died...... Xiaoqian, do you know...... Grandpa died in front of me!"

Song Shijing cried and said.

"Well, I know...... He is a respectable demon exterminator," Mu Qian paused, and for the first time felt that his speech reserve was a little pale, and Song Shijing's crying and coughing sound came from the earpiece, and he also had the idea of going to Song Shijing's side immediately.

But the thought was suppressed by himself.

I don't know if it was a few minutes or more than ten minutes, but in the hall of the town government, the mood of the people calmed down a little, and the staff members ran back and forth, verifying information, distributing consolation money, and comforting gently.

The distorted shadows gradually faded a lot, but they didn't disappear more or less.

Mu Qian had already walked outside the hall with his mobile phone, sitting by the flower bed, just listening to Song Shijing crying.

After crying for a long time, Song Shijing turned into sobbing.

"Mourning, there are still a lot of things waiting for you to do in Kunwu Mountain......" Mu Qian rubbed the tip of his nose, and suddenly felt a little cowardly.

Song Shijing: "Hmm...... I will work hard to carry forward my grandfather's legacy, and my grandfather will dedicate his life to get rid of demons, and I will do it in the future!"

Mu Qian's forehead was suddenly full of black lines.

These childish and fragile values...... It's just that he can't criticize it yet, and he still has to take care of it.

"Xiao Qian, can I ask you for one thing?" Song Shijing asked in a low voice.

Mu Qian smiled: "Well, let's say, if it's not too difficult, I'll consider helping you." ”

"We ...... Let's not meet recently," Song Shijing's voice was a little worried, and she hurriedly said, "I don't mean anything else, it's just ...... It's just that my grandfather just passed away, and I've become like this, and I need time to get used to it......"

"Well, it's good if I haven't seen you lately," Mu Qian organized his language and said very seriously, "Actually, you don't have to mind too much about this, I won't dislike you now." ”

Song Shijing was suddenly a little nervous: "Is this ugly now?"

Mu Qian looked up to the sky and sighed, and Song Shijing was instantly petrified on the hospital bed...... How could it be, is there a big difference in the aesthetics of boys and girls? Whether it was the last time I saw it on paper or reflected in the eyes of a giant moth, in addition to the inner shock, I was also slightly shocked by my own beauty......

"That," Song Shijing asked in a weak voice, "Do you have to recover for a long time if you have plastic surgery?"

"Silly girl," Mu Qian sneered, "just be yourself." ”

Song Shijing suddenly had a thorn in her heart, and she was unconsciously diverted by Mu Qian, and the sadness in her heart was reduced a lot.

There was a sudden knock on the door, and Sister Yu came in to look at it for a while, and she was a little surprised at the high level of 'that kid' to make the girl happy.

Sister Yu: "Wen Yu came to see you, let her in?"

"Just come in," Song Shijing wanted to get off the bed, but it was inconvenient to move with her mobile phone, and her limbs had little strength, so her movements were a little weak.

The ward door opened, and a pair of balloons broke into the room first......

Wen Yu walked in in a dress, and looked at Song Shijing on the hospital bed with a somewhat complicated gaze.

"Young master, I'm here to talk about cooperation. ”