Who wouldn’t make money now that they’ve all ascended?

Chapter 188 Meng Huangliang

Jiang Su suddenly remembered why she was drinking. She was just a loser who drank to relieve her worries late at night.

Her smile froze on her face, as stiff as if it were welded to iron, and her legs seemed to be tightly bound by iron chains, unable to take another step.

Jiang Feng was about to go over, but when he saw her like this, he stopped again and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Why has Jiang Su been so weird these past two days?
The book fairy waved her hand, stood up and walked towards her, "Susu, you're here. I heard you were coming, so I just ran to pick you the small fruits he planted himself. I'll be here soon."

She took the initiative to hold the girl's arm and brought Jiang Su to the position between her and Fang Zhe, "Su Su, sit down."

Shuxian looked at Xuanyi Sword Cultivator again, his smile unabated, "This fellow Sword Immortal, in comparison, is Brother Jian who Hui Hui always mentions. Thank you for taking care of Meng Hui."

She leaned forward slightly and saluted, pointing to the seat opposite Jiang Su, "Fellow Taoist, please sit down."

Jiang Feng's expression did not change, and he raised his hands in salute, "The book fairy is polite. Your Majesty Jiang Feng, your son Meng Hui has a pleasant temperament and is really lovable."

The four of them sat down.

Suddenly there was silence.

There was a slight sweat on Jiang Su's forehead, and there were clearly cushions on the stool, but she felt like she was sitting on pins and needles, her breathing was rapid, and she couldn't calm down for a while.

How embarrassing...

Asking for help, the male cultivator I rejected the day before is sitting next to me. What should I do? ! Urgent, waiting online!
Jiang Feng frowned deeply. You know...he was holding an inappropriate large sack in his hand.

He kept staring at Jiang Su, wanting to poke this wooden man with his sword.

The two of them had clearly discussed it before they came. She had met Shuxian, so she would mention the matter and she would be responsible for handling Sikong. He waited for her to speak, but the man didn't even raise his head and kept staring at the dishes on the table.

Wait, is that duck burrito?

His heart suddenly jumped up, and he whispered in secret, roaring, "Jiang Su, do you know what you are doing?!"

Jiang Su's eyes widened in shock. Suddenly, his arm shook and the cup fell from his hand and fell on the table.

Suddenly, a red sleeve brushed by, and the knuckled fingers pinched her porcelain cup and placed it in her hand again.

Hongxiu accidentally touched her fingertips again.

Jiang Su's fingertips were slightly itchy and she twisted them lightly. She took a deep breath and turned around to stare at the book fairy very seriously.

"Book Fairy, this time we took Meng back to the Secret Realm of Southern Fire. We learned some things related to you and met a person by chance. My friend simply caught him and brought him unconscious. I wonder if you have any plans... "

Jiang Feng pulled the sack that he had been holding behind him between him and Shuxian, slightly opened the sack, revealing a small half of the face of the unconscious person inside, and some messy white hair.

"..."

The book fairy's pupils trembled slightly, and his eyes were fixed on Sikong's face, with a complicated expression, and then a pair of eyes full of autumn water showed bitterness.

She didn't move for a long time, and her voice was slightly choked, "Actually, I know that I came to find him after all."

She looked away, turned to Jiang Su, and recounted the past.

"When I died as Zhang Yingyue, my soul left my body and knew everything that happened in the Si Mansion. Seven days later, I was supposed to enter the underworld, but someone led my soul back to my body. I crawled out of the coffin and was taken directly to the upper world."

"I am a book fairy. My master, the calligrapher, saw that my cultivation had not increased for thousands of years, so he simply suppressed my cultivation and sent me to the lower world to become a baby, so that I could live a mortal life again. It was also because of this marriage. , I can make up for the increasingly missing books in the sea of ​​books over the years.”

"The so-called death is just that my life as Zhang Yingyue has expired, my earthly fate is over, and I have returned to the upper world."

She raised the corners of her clear lips, and her brows were full of tenderness, "I went to the lower world in the flesh, so when I came back, the child in my belly was brought back to the upper world by me. Meng Hui was an immortal child, so he was wise early. He has always been I want to know who my father is..."

"The reason I didn't tell him was because Zhang Yingyue died on that bed long ago, and it was only Zhang Yingyue who was entangled with Sikong. The current book fairy Meng Huangliang has nothing to do with him."

Jiang Su's eyes wandered, thinking carefully about the whole story.

It turns out that the Shuxian's name is Meng Huangliang. A dream about Huang Liang, the lingering past on the sick bed in the lower world, and the never-returning past of her lover, were all just her dreams after all. How could she care about the person in her dream after she woke up.

"Oh, I see, that's why you are so blind to him now?" Jiang Su blinked and considered his words.

She remembered Fang Zhe telling her that Meng Huangliang hired people to draw many paintings of Sikong and poked many holes to vent his hatred. What was the purpose of this?
Fang Zhe would never lie to himself.

She thought to herself, "Wait... Indeed, I must admit that even if the relationship goes sour, this guy will never hurt me."

Meng Huangliang looked at the sack on the ground again.

Sikong is now full of white hair, and he has long lived up to his handsome appearance when they met. There are a few wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and his overall temperament is even more vicissitudes of life.

According to common sense, a monk can stay young forever after entering the Taoism. Even after forming a golden elixir, the body will be fixed in the appearance at that time. This is also the reason why Jiang Su has always been called a dwarf.

In an era when the average number of female practitioners per capita is 170+ and male practitioners are 180 and 190+, her 160 is particularly special.

Of course, her appearance will also change due to some things. For example, she grew taller after being promoted to the Celestial Immortal Realm, and because she worked hard to break through the realm, her energy and blood were depleted, and her black hair turned gray.

It is made of blood.

This Sikong's hair is as white as snow now, which must be caused by extreme heartache and exhaustion of hard work. The last time I met this man, he was very thoughtful and vicious. He had laid out a complete formation to kill people and seize treasures, and even planned an escape route.

It can be seen that he has also changed, and his heart has long been different in all aspects.

Meng Huangliang stood up slowly, squatted in front of him, raised his hand and gently supported his face, "He is not the former head of the Si family."

Jiang Feng frowned tightly. Seeing this posture, he was afraid that the book fairy would change his mind and get involved with this Sikong again, so he immediately sent a secret message to Jiang Su,
"What does this mean? Is she pitying Sikong? Pity for this kind of person is the beginning of her misfortune!"

Jiang Su expressed his approval, "A good horse will not turn back to eat grass, and a tiger will not turn back to eat grass. But this is someone else's business. There is no need for us to interfere, and there is no way to interfere."

Unexpectedly, these words actually ignited Jiang Feng, and he suddenly slapped the table hard.

"boom--"

Staring at Jiang Su angrily, he cursed in a secret voice, "Meng Hui trusts you so much, how can you stand by and watch other people's tragedies? Medical practitioners have always been compassionate -"

Jiang Su slapped the table unceremoniously and stared back.
"I am a medical cultivator! I am not a Buddhist cultivator! I can't cure heart diseases! You are so busy, I have to take care of you. If you have the ability, I will rip off Sikong's head now!"

Jiang Feng drew his sword and stood up with a swish sound. His arm touched the table. The sword wind swept across the cup in Jiang Su's hand and shattered with a sound.

Silver light flashed.

The tip of his sword was pointed directly at Sikong's throat, but Fang Zhe's hand tightly held his wrist, stopping his next move.

"He is awake." Fang Zhe said.

"In addition, the pen of the Book Fairy has already fallen on him."

Jiang Su stood up suddenly and looked at Sikong in the sack.

In an instant, all the skin on Sikong's face that had been touched by the Shuxian's palm was covered with ink stains.

The purple-clothed female cultivator stood up calmly and said, "The eternity of heaven and earth will eventually end, and this hatred will last forever."

"Qinghe Yingyue doesn't hate him, but I am Meng Huangliang. Hui Hui traveled thousands of miles just to see him. He shouldn't make Hui Hui so sad."

Sikong slowly opened his eyes, his eyes empty and lifeless.

The Shuxian is strong as a mother, she is gentle and gentle, but she has given up on love for a long time. In order to protect her son's young heart, she must be cruel, manipulate, play with, and punish Sikong!
The crematorium should not only make him regretful, but also allow him to receive real punishment.

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