Gu Miaoyu fell ill.

The ancient family searched for doctors in the city, but they were all helpless.

There is no cause for the disease, and some people boldly speculate that it is stained with evil things.

coincided with the arrival of the protagonist group in Jiyang, and Duan Liulin concluded at a glance that Gu Miaoyu had been lowered.

Gu Desheng was shocked and angry, and he didn't dare to say anything to others, after all, today's son hates witchcraft very much, if it is transmitted to the saint, a careless one will be a big sin for the nine clans.

Goodsheng had to put down his posture and begged the protagonist group to secretly find out who was behind it.

The result was unexpected, the source of this witchcraft was turned out in the Gusang boudoir, and he was so angry that his father almost didn't take his back on the spot.

In this regard, Gu Sanning naturally denied it to the end, and in exchange for a seven-day grounding reflection, he copied five hundred scriptures in the ancestral shrine to pray for Gu Miaoyu's blessings and atonements.

In another place, Gu Sanning is still drunk... Ahh

"Heavenly Master, I'm afraid ......"

The front body floated in mid-air, pitifully tugging at her clothes.

This person occupies her body and promised to spend more time for her, shouldn't he be a liar?

'Gu Sangning' can feel that the longer he stays in the world, the stronger the evil thoughts he is contaminated with, although he can get rid of some of it by living in a small bottle, but it is still affected.

Moreover, since he knew that it was only a book after his death, he had long lost the idea of staying in the world.

It is better to go to the path of reincarnation as soon as possible, forget the past, and live without burden.

But all this is premised on the fact that this person can help her.

Gu Sanning didn't say a word, took out a small plate of cinnabar from under the table, drew a formation on the spot, waited for the front body to enter the circle, and then the lotus sat on the futon, the ring finger bent under the big finger, the index finger and the middle finger were stretched together, and the mouth recited the mantra of transcendence.

"Lonely souls and others

Nine Xuan Seven Ancestors

Four lives and six paths

Reincarnation of life and death

Out of hell

and looking at the East Pole Celestial Realm ......"

In the end, Gu Sanning wiped off the cinnabar traces on the ground, the door of the ancestral shrine opened in response, the wooden grunt of the wheelchair crushed the bluestone slab and made a gurgling sound, and the group of men and women who came against the light were beautiful, and the only failure was probably the Gu Desheng with a round belly on the corner.

In the original text, the description of the male protagonist Duan Liulin is a long shirt and a majestic bank, with high black hair, a pair of very beautiful Ruifeng eyes, clear and clear eyes, cold and dusty, slightly raised eyetails add a bit of bewitchment for no reason, but the heroism between the eyebrows has weakened a little, and the two complement each other, the nose peak is high, the crimson lips are slightly pursed, and the ascetic breath is full.

The heroine Ji Fuwan is holding a hanging hair in a small bun, lined with sideburns, with a pair of amorous peach blossom eyes, rippling with a pool of clear waves, and there is cleverness and wisdom floating on the clear waves. Only for Duan Liulin, who is in his heart, will reveal the posture of his little daughter's family.

As for the biggest Black Lotus character in the full text, it is also the villain boss of the protagonist group - Mu Liulian.

I saw him leaning down slightly, half leaning on the armrest, avoiding most of the sun, revealing half of his handsome and extraordinary face, with delicate and fair skin, and a little sickly as if he hadn't seen the light all year round.

The slender sword eyebrows entered the sideburns, the ink-colored green silk was bundled into a crown, the two ends of the forehead fell two strands, and the long curly eyelashes hung lightly to cast a shallow shadow, covering the fox eyes that were full of thousands of graces. The thin and lightly pursed lips are as red as blood, adding a bewitching color, like a cluster of red plums blooming between the snowy moons in the cold winter.