Mi Po knows that she is very selfish in thinking like this, but her duty is to take care of Xing Qianyue, as long as Xing Qianyue can grow up healthy and become a talent, nothing else matters.

The children of the gods are precocious and precocious, and Mi Po doesn't know that Xing Qianyue is a simple playmate and has feelings for Jiu Limo.

But she had to prepare for the worst in everything.

The worst case of this matter is that Xing Qianyue has feelings for Jiu Limo, and Jiu Limo's strength is definitely not worthy of Xing Qianyue, if the two children develop in the future, Jiu Limo will definitely drag Xing Qianyue's hind legs.

In this worst-case scenario, the worst-case scenario is that there is no such person as Jiu Limo. Qianyue is still young, and sooner or later she will forget him.

So this is the best scene, from now on there is no kid to harm Chizuki, Chizuki will not remember him, and there will be no bad effects.

Mi Po silently recited a sentence of Amitabha Buddha in her heart.

Every year today, she will go to worship this young man.

"Are you immortals so cold-blooded?" Shi Zhongqing yelled at Mi Po.

"Immortals have no desires, and in the eyes of you mortals, they are naturally cold-blooded." Mi Po stared at Shi Zhongqing.

Shi Zhongqing looked at her, and for a moment felt like a world away.

Many years ago, when his sister died, he complained the same.

The same words, the same look, but the place and the person changed.

There is only one person who has not changed, and that is him.

Ten years later, he once again had to watch his loved ones die, but he couldn't do anything about it.

But he couldn't help Miva, so he could only hammer the ground with his hands weakly.

"Don't be too sad, I will find the disciple of the Buddha to spend time for your nephew, so that he can cast a good life in the next life, a good family." Mi Po persuaded.

"Can I also kill that little girl, and then find a high-ranking monk to give her a superordinate, so that she can vote for a good family in the next life?" Shi Zhongqing raised his head, his eyes were red, he was panting, and he glared at Mi Po.

"Of course not."

"Why? For is God nobler than demons? Shi Zhongqing was very disdainful.

"Of course not." Mi Po shook her head, "Qianyue is a god, from chaos, there is no past life or afterlife, and if you die, you are dead. ”

"And ......," Miva's tone became stern, "do you feel the wrath of the gods that your entire Jade Carp clan endures?" ”

Shi Zhongqing stood up: "Since you are afraid that the children of the mortal world will drag your children back, why don't you raise the children in the sky?" Why did you send it to the mortal world? ”

"It's just a child, what kind of wind and waves can there be? If your children are really talented and qualified, how can you be afraid of my family's Jiu Limo's drag? It's just your own rhetoric. Shi Zhongqing's face was full of grief, and he complained word by word about Mipo's atrocities.

Suddenly, a dull crashing sound sounded, interrupting the argument between the two.

Mi Po and Shi Zhongqing closed their mouths in unison and looked at the golden bell jar.

"Bang!"

There was another crashing sound, which was particularly abrupt in the silent room.

Shi Zhongqing's ecstasy hit his heart, he hurriedly ran over, hugged the bell jar, and said excitedly: "Li Mo, can you hear your uncle talking?" Limo, are you still or right? ”

Shi Zhongqing's voice trembled: "Limo...... Limo ......"

Shi Zhongqing lay on the bell jar and kept calling Jiu Limo's name, as if Jiu Limo who was inside could hear it and respond to him.