Tianshi Fubao is three and a half years old, spoiled by the tyrant father

Chapter 162 She Won't Die So Early

Gu Zhaozhao nodded, pulled Yimei's sleeve and turned to leave.

Seeing that the two of them had walked away, Xiaoying finally breathed a sigh of relief and got out of the quilt.

"What fairy family? I think she is a mountain spirit and wild monster. Fortunately, she is just a little girl whose image is not impressive."

She patted her sleeves and sat on the edge of the bed.

Looking up at the old man standing in front of her, Xiaoying frowned, "Mother, you... are you alright?"

Is it a flashback?But it just so happens that my mother will die sooner or later.

The old man looked down at his body, and found that although he was a little weak, he was indeed much better than before.

She nodded happily, "Mom feels much better."

As she said that, she was about to reach out to touch Xiaoying's head, but Xiaoying turned her head away with a face full of disgust.

She straightened her disheveled hair, and said casually, "Since you are well, go and cook me something, I'm starving to death."

The old man's eyes narrowed into a smile, "Okay, mother will do it now." She felt as if she had returned to the time when she took her daughter to live a peaceful life.

As long as her daughter wants, she will try her best to satisfy it.

The old man came to the cupboard and opened it, but froze in place.

There is nothing else in it except a small bag of bottomless white flour.

But Gu Zhaozhao, who had not gone far outside the door, suddenly stopped in his tracks.

She whispered: "Uncle Yimei, I'm still worried, why don't we sneak back and have a look again?"

Yimei nodded happily, "I'm not very relieved either, the old woman seems to be unable to hold on for long, as if she's returning to the light, let's go!"

The two of them had the same opinion, then quickly turned around, curled up like a cat, and groped back to the window quietly.

At the moment, the old man in the house is busy by the stove.

Xiaoying was lying on the bed, holding the picture book in her hand and flipping it with a smile.

What she was watching was the drama of "Dragon and Phoenix Shop", which was about the story that the proprietress of the restaurant could turn around and become a queen.

This made Xiaoying feel that she could have the same fate.

She first wants to marry Liu Er, who is the head of the village, and once she has money, she can live in the city.

At that time, what kind of man can't be seen, and Liu Er will be kicked when he meets a good one.

Maybe I can find an official husband as well.

Thinking of this, Xiaoying covered her face and kept laughing.

The old man on the side was busy, and she combined all the ingredients at home to make a pot of noodle soup.

After tossing and tossing for a long time, Xiaoying is really hungry.

She smelled the fragrance and rubbed her stomach and sat up from the bed.

"Mom, I'm hungry, bring me some food quickly."

The old man filled a bowl of hot soup and handed it to Xiaoying leisurely, "Hurry up and eat."

Xiaoying took it over without saying a word, and started to eat it with big mouthfuls.

While eating, she muttered, "The meal you cooked is much more delicious than mine, you don't know what I ate during this time.

If I hadn't spent all my family's money for your medical treatment, I wouldn't have lived such a life. "

The old man lowered his head full of guilt, rubbing his withered hands,
"It's my mother's fault, it's making you tired."

Xiaoying ate up the pimple soup in the bowl in two or three mouthfuls. She raised her hand and handed it to the old man, "Give me another bowl."

Seeing that his daughter loves the food he cooked so much, the old man smiled and nodded vigorously, "Okay, mother will serve it now."

She raised her hand to pick up the job in Xiaoying's hand, but her face changed suddenly.

The originally rosy face turned pale in an instant, and a layer of sweat oozed from the forehead.

"Little Shadow!"

The old man let out a cry of surprise, and the rice bowl fell to the ground with a snap, smashing into pieces.

Xiaoying covered her stomach with both hands, and began to roll on the bed in extreme pain,

"Mom, I... I hurt so much, my stomach hurts so much..."

The old man walked around anxiously, and when she saw the steaming cauldron, she suddenly opened her eyes wide, "Arsenic, it's arsenic!"

She turned around and hurriedly took out the little flour left, put it under her nose and smelled it carefully.

"How...how can I not smell it at all!"

When Xiaoying saw this, Dang even rolled her eyes, "Why are you so stupid, I'm afraid that people will find out that you have mixed arsenic in the flour, didn't you say you can smell it? How can you cook with it?! "

Xiaoying regretted it too late, why did she forget to remind her just now.

The old man's legs went limp, and he sat down on the ground with a plop.

"Mother is afraid that she will return to the light and lose her five senses."

People who are about to die, although they will be full of energy for a moment, but the five senses of a normal person will be lost at this moment.

When the oil runs out and the lamp dries up, it will die.

Xiaoying was already howling in pain, she suddenly opened her mouth and spit out a big mouthful of blood.

She suddenly stretched out her hand and grabbed the old man on the ground, but she missed it and fell off the bed.

Xiaoying's mouth was full of freshness, and she grabbed the old man's ankle with her eyes wide open, "It's you... you want to kill me, right? You're the one who is holding grudges against me, right! You did it on purpose, you can clearly smell it..."

The old man shook his head with tears on his face, and quickly took the painful Xiaoying into his arms.

"No, mother, how could it be, it's not like this."

Gu Zhaozhao and Yimei walked in again.

She tightly pulled Yimei's sleeve, and hid half of her body behind him, "Uncle Yimei, is she hopeless?"

Yimei shook his head helplessly, "That dose of arsenic can't save a person, not even a cow."

Xiaoying's pupils on the ground had already expanded, she rolled her eyes and began to straighten herself.

But one hand was still tightly gripping the old man's hand until the nails sank into the flesh.

"I...I hate..."

Before the words were finished, Xiaoying was completely silent in the old man's arms.

Gu Zhaozhao watched Xiaoying's soul slowly float out of his body, and then the sound of iron chains rattling outside.

She knew that people from the underworld came to hook Xiaoying's soul.

Xiaoying has done bad things, and she will definitely go to hell when she dies.

The old man sat on the ground, holding Xiaoying's body and howling repeatedly.

It wasn't until he had no strength to cry that he collapsed to the side.

Yimei quickly helped him onto the bed.

The old man gasped heavily, unable to open his eyes at all.

Yimei comforted her and said: "People cannot be resurrected after death, and you can't live because of self-inflicted crimes. You can treat her as an early liberation. I will read the scriptures of the past life to her and hope that she can be a human again in the next life."

In fact, Yimei and Gu Zhaozhao knew everything in their hearts.

A person like Xiaoying who has done so many evil things will definitely not be able to stop being a human being in the next life.

The old man closed his eyes and nodded slowly, "I understand, can I ask the two immortals for a favor?"

Without waiting for her to speak, Gu Zhaozhao readily agreed, "Don't worry about this mother-in-law, I will bury her."

The old man finally breathed a sigh of relief, her body seemed to be overdrawn, and she exhaled more air than she took in.

She took Yimei's hand and opened her eyes with great difficulty, "Just bury me and Xiaoying together, at least it's a mother-daughter relationship, let me protect her on her last journey."

After all, the old man's breath became weaker and weaker, and finally returned to calm.

Yimei sat on the edge of the bed and closed his eyes, pressing one hand on the old man's forehead.

He began to chant the mantra lightly.

Gu Zhaozhao looked at the face on the ground that was exactly like his mother's, and felt very sorry in his heart.

"Why can't this sister do a good job? Then maybe she won't die so early."

(End of this chapter)