The man glanced at the living room lightly, but still didn't see Leng Quantian, and lowered his eyes to look at Mrs. Jun, "Grandma, what about Lean'er!" ”

"Tilt your ......" Old Madam Jun lowered her eyes and hesitated.

The words that the Dream Spirit had said to her sounded in her head.

Grandma, the eldest brother likes Tilt so much, he saw Tilting hurt, with the extent he loves Tilt, he will definitely cut off the relationship with you, and the eldest brother will not believe that Tilt is possessed by a ghost.

Grandma, you can only let the eldest brother see the tilt after you let the tilt heal from the injury.

We said that we had left, we didn't like the big brother, and we would let them meet after the injury had healed.

If you kill the ghost, you won't blame us, but will understand your painstaking efforts.

I know that we're so sorry for Tilt if we do this, but if you don't do this, Big Brother will hate you when he sees Tilt so badly injured.

"Tilt, I'm gone." Mrs. Jun lowered her eyes, her eyes were very complicated, and she felt guilty and self-blame.

"What do you mean?" Jun Qiyan's deep pupils shrank.

"After Tilt Er saw me, let me leave something to tell you, she said......"

Old Madam Jun paused for a moment, pursed her lips in a mixed manner, and then said: "She said that she doesn't like you because you have been trapped by her, and she has to bow her head to you by your side and please you......"

"Grandma, where the hell is Dump!"

Jun Qiyan's voice was low and hoarse, which made people shudder.

His face was covered with a terrifying haze, and his eyes were a little bloodthirsty, like a ghost king who came out of hell.

The huge living room seemed to be frozen by this cold breath of the forest.

Old Madam Jun's face flashed unnaturally, "Grandma can still lie to you?" ”

"Okay, I got it." Jun Qiyan slowly closed his eyes, and the green tendons in his temples faintly burst out, as if he was enduring something.

The man left these words, his face was as black as Shura, and he walked away from the king's house.

Old Madam Jun's expression relaxed slightly, and her expression stared at Jun Qiyan's figure with a slightly stunned expression.

I never thought that there would be such a day, her grandson's aura would be so strong!

I hope that Qian'er and Qiyan can understand her hard work.

He Feng followed Jun Qiyan's side and heard what he had just said clearly.

He never expected that the little lady would choose to leave while her master was on a business trip.

"Master......" He Feng called out as if walking on thin ice, and his body couldn't help but shudder, "Do you want to send someone to catch the little lady back now?" ”

Jun Qiyan took a deep breath and said lightly: "No." ”

He Feng was stunned.

Master, has you completely given up on the little lady?

The little lady is the blood of the master's heart, the white moonlight, and the cinnabar mole.

Gave up so easily this time?

But think about it, in the past three years, since the little lady fell stupidly, she no longer pestered the little lady, but the little lady has repeatedly tolerated the little lady.

If you are a normal person, you should have given up a long time ago.

The next day, Jun Qiyan left the Imperial City and went on a business trip to complete the unfinished business.

Leng Quantian was locked in the room for two days, and the wounds on his body recovered somewhat, but his body was very weak, with a high fever and a groggy brain.

The girl was let out, placed in a circle drawn with dog blood, and whipped the rest of the whips.

Head, it's starting to hurt sharply again!

Billions of ants are eating at her brain spinax.

The old Taoist priest waved at the girl, and the sound of whipping sounded in the air.

The girl frowned in pain, grabbed the lawn with both hands, and her white fingers faintly burst out of green tendons.