Her family's god has that serious disease in her head

Chapter 28
His gaze was a little distracted, "This penalty platform is not a place for people to stay. When the limelight of this incident passes, try to get away from the penalty platform!"

past?

How could it be possible?
She was injured like this, and her internal organs were all shaken.

Even if Tianjun doesn't order to search and arrest tonight, she probably won't survive for three days. How can there be time to wait for this matter to pass?

Meng Yun closed his eyes, and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

"Grandfather, Yun'er is not filial. You can't be filial to your grandfather while you're alive, and you'll have to blame your grandfather after death." She choked up and said, her eyes still closed.

She has no face to face her grandfather who has experienced vicissitudes.

A warm and rough hand brushed across her cheek, "Don't be afraid, Yun'er, grandpa won't let you die."

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Zhishan pressed his thumb between Meng Yun's eyebrows.

Waves of spiritual energy flowed from the old fairy body to the young body along the thumb.

Meng Yun opened his eyes suddenly, and shouted in panic: "No, grandfather, no!!!"

But she was so badly injured that she had no strength to resist or dodge.

She could only watch helplessly as the rare softness appeared on her grandfather's serious face.

Grandfather smiled slightly, so kind, so amiable.

This was an expression Meng Yun could rarely see on her grandfather's face. She couldn't help crying, and the remorse welled up in her heart.

She doesn't want it anymore, she doesn't want anything.

Nothing compares, nothing compares.

Yan Xiqian, Qing Yanci, it doesn't matter to anyone, as long as everything can be done again, she doesn't compare with anyone, and doesn't want anyone anymore, she only wants her grandfather.

Meng Yun cried hysterically, and the pain in his internal organs was not comparable to the pain in his heart.

She would rather die than her grandfather spend his whole life in cultivation to save her.

Meng Zhishan's body was aging at a speed visible to the naked eye, until the skin and flesh of his entire face were like dry bark sticking to the bones.

His complexion became increasingly ugly, like a dry stream, cracks began to appear.

The spiritual power flowing through his thumb became weaker and weaker, but he still had a gentle smile on his face.

He knew that this might be the last time he smiled at his granddaughter.

Meng Zhishan had no regrets in his heart.

Just a few days ago, he saw with his own eyes that Meng Yun stuffed a piece of yin and cold magic iron into an amulet, and on the second day, the demon race appeared on the punishment platform, and he knew that sooner or later There will be such a day.

But Meng Zhishan knew that Meng Yun would become what he is now, all because of his teaching.

In a place like the punishment platform, what is needed is a ruthless person, and the more ruthless the heart, the more stable the foothold.

Meng Zhishan's only son was taken advantage of by the prisoners in the dungeon because of his soft heart, which caused his wife to die with him.

The shock of losing his son and daughter-in-law made Meng Zhishan devastated.

White hair overnight, that's what he said.

From then on, he hated the word "good", and then changed his name to Meng Zhu, and never mentioned his real name, Meng Zhishan, again.

The penalty platform does not require kind thoughts, but cruelty and endless calculations.

Whether it is calculations with prisoners or calculations with colleagues, they cannot stop for a moment.

In order for his granddaughter to survive in such a cold place, Meng Zhishan could only cultivate her carefully, step by step, to make her a cold-blooded and ruthless person.

But it turns out that he was still wrong.

Perhaps it is more difficult for a cold person to survive than a benevolent woman.

Just like his granddaughter who was lying on the couch at the moment, who had already been weeping.

Meng Zhishan smiled lightly, "Yun'er, it's my grandfather who didn't protect you well. Don't be afraid, and don't cry."

He caressed Meng Yun's forehead, making up for the love he owed her for hundreds of years.

Until there was a sound of footsteps outside, the sound was menacing.

Meng Zhishan put his hand over Meng Yun's eyes, and said softly, "Yun'er is not afraid, just sleep, sleep well, everything will be fine."

Accompanied by Meng Zhishan's Mandarin, Meng Yun's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and her voice of praying for her grandfather gradually disappeared.

With a bang, the door was forcibly knocked open by the soldiers outside.

Meng Zhishan quickly wiped the tears off Meng Yun's face, supported the pillars of the couch, and stood up slowly.

The leading general knows how to measure and understand the general situation.

After all, this Mengzhu fairy is old, and he has been doing his best for the Celestial Clan since the generation of the old Tianjun, so he is naturally respected.

The general cupped his hands, "I am sorry for my crime, I am ordered by the Heavenly King to search the punishment platform, and please cooperate with me."

Fortunately, Meng Zhishan has been staying on the execution platform for more than a hundred years, rarely going out, and everyone only remembers a rough outline of his appearance.

Therefore, for a while, no one could see that this Meng Zhu fairy was older than before.

Meng Zhishan nodded, and a smile appeared on his wrinkled face, "It's okay, since it's the order of the heavenly king, I will cooperate with all my strength, it's just my granddaughter..."

As he spoke, he turned around with difficulty, and glanced at the young girl lying on the couch, "I've been overworked these past few days, and I'm tired and sick, so I can't get up and cooperate. Please forgive me."

The general and several other soldiers looked at each other, embarrassed.

Seeing this, Meng Zhishan asked again: "What's the problem with you guys?"

Even though he knew that Tianjun ordered the arrest of seriously injured people, Meng Zhishan didn't dare to reveal that he knew the inside story.

The general had no choice but to tell the truth: "To tell the truth, what we are looking for this time is the wounded who cannot stay in bed, or the unknown dead body."

Hearing this, Meng Zhishan nodded, and slowly moved aside, "Although Yun'er is sick, she is not injured, and I don't want to embarrass you, so please come here and give Yun'er a pulse, then Yes."

Seeing that he was so open-minded, the general bowed to him very gratefully.

Then, the general sent a soldier who was fairly proficient in medical skills to come to check the pulse.

Sure enough, as Fairy Meng Zhu said, it was just ordinary fever and fainting, nothing serious.

The general nodded and said, "Since Fairy Meng Yun is asleep, you should search more lightly so as not to wake the fairy up."

Meng Zhishan cupped his hands tremblingly, "Thank you all."

Naturally nothing could be found in Meng Yun's room.

By the time the general and his men left, Meng Zhishan had already lost his footing and fell to the ground.

He crawled with difficulty, but could barely support the upper half of his body.

But this is enough for Meng Zhishan.

He lay in front of Meng Yun's couch, looking at his granddaughter who was sleeping.

Meng Zhishan smiled gratifiedly. How long has it been since he watched his little granddaughter sleep soundly?

Thoughts drifted back to when Meng Yun was young.

At that time, Meng Yun was also a naive little girl, lively and lovely.

(End of this chapter)