"Miss, don't worry, the old man you said will help, but there is one thing you have to promise the old man, please take care of your body whenever you want."

The spirit leaned over and hugged him, as he had done when he was a child.

"I will."

Shubo's figure gradually disappeared, leaving her standing in the white world.

She knew she was willful.

Tears slipped silently and dripped onto the pillow.

The emperor looked at her heart and silently kissed away all traces of her sadness.

"It's a nightmare."

The breeze ruffled the curtains and took away his muttering.

Since that day, Lingtian has paid special attention to his body and meditated and pranayama every day.

When she could eat, sleep, and live, the emperor dared to bring people back, for fear of being tired by plane on the way.

"Welcome back, Auntie."

Ling Tian was surprised: "Why did Shubo come over?" ”

Didn't he stay in the house of the spirit?

"The matter that Miss asked me to check has a result, and I just came to see the young master of dyeing ink."

She gave a hug excitedly: "Thank you, Shubo." ”

Slurred a man again.

"Dumping ......"

Strongly hold people in his arms and do not allow him to hold men other than himself.

Lingtian knew the careful eye of the vinegar jar, and secretly glanced at the scholar.

The old man understands in seconds.

"Go sit first, you're just right."

The reason why I brought her back so quickly was that I wanted to give her a full examination.

The medical equipment in the manor is not perfect, and it is not in his territory, so it is difficult to guarantee that the emperor will not be a demon.

"This is what Mademoiselle wants."

Lingtian took it and found that it was a scroll.

"Miss, this is something taken out of the secret vault of the Ling family, and only the direct line of the Ling family in the past generations can see it."

Shubo dared to take out this thing in front of the emperor, which can be regarded as a kind of recognition from the heart.

"Don't move, I'll just come."

The emperor opened the scroll and found that there was nothing on it.

No, it should be that you can't see it.

It's a terrible feeling to be different from her.

Sensing that he was in a bad mood, Lingpin comforted him and kissed him on the chin.

Well, it doesn't matter if you can't see it, it's good to have a wife's kiss.

In her eyes, all kinds of big and small words appeared, rushing into her mind.

It didn't take long to completely digest it.

But she doesn't understand a little, what is the difference between others voluntarily giving and her own voluntarily, and the final result is not always luck?

She told Uncle Shu about the situation in her mind.

Shubo thought for a while and replied: "It should be completely voluntarily given by others to have a high purity of luck, which is different from Miss's empty seizure by God, because Miss still has to deal with the follow-up and filter the impurities in it." ”

For example, helping that resentful spirit, such as that dream demon, such as adopting a little merman, these are not fate.

"I see, as long as I give something to get them to exchange it willingly."

"Are there any bad consequences?"

"It should be possible for Miss to solve the damage caused by the body as a transitional vessel, because those Qi Luck is of high purity, and Miss doesn't need her own body transition."

Ling Qian was already making a calculation in his heart.

"Dumping...... Got something in mind? ”

The emperor was a little worried about her, it was not the first time that the little woman had wandered.

"Ah, yes, I've found what I'm looking for."

"Really? Can you tell me about it? ”

"Of course, I just want to open a special store, and I need a special method to do it."

"Something to do with me?"

"Hmm, if it doesn't have anything to do with you, I won't open it."

The emperor didn't know what he was thinking, he always thought that the shop she said was weird.

"Miss asked me to find a place in the ancient workshop, a famous tourist mecca. There was nothing to do, so the old man went to take care of the little master who dyed ink. ”

Lingtian shook his hand and signaled that he had agreed.