The group pet boss is a living ancestor

Chapter 90 Song Li uses the galaxy to save Wang Yinyang

Wang Yinyang didn't fully understand Song Li's meaning, so he asked nonuo: "Also... please let Ms. Song express..."

"From now on, you will not eat meat, and you must release [-] lives, save [-] lives, and do good deeds for the rest of your life. Don't be deliberate, and don't be perfunctory." Song Li squinted her eyes: "You are a fortune teller, so you should be very clear. The truth of the saying 'people are doing what the sky is watching'."

"I understand, I understand everything."

"Finally—" Song Li's eyebrows twitched slightly: "Don't go to the hospital, if you ask yourself that you have done these things, you can live with peace of mind."

"I understand." Wang Yinyang took a deep breath, knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily to Song Li: "Thank you Miss Song for saving my life."

Song Li rolled her eyes coldly, and said in a cold voice: "Wang Yinyang, I hope you will remember that you deserved your terminal illness. I am not trying to save you, but remembering the scene when your great-grandfather knelt in the snow, and give it to you again." You only have one chance."

Wang Yinyang was taken aback. Although he couldn't fully understand what Song Li meant, he knew very well that Song Li was different from ordinary people.

Even the living time is different from normal people.

"I, Wang Yinyang, must remember Miss Song's words in this life, so that I will have the face to meet my ancestors after death."

The sound fell, and there was another heavy ringing.

Song Li didn't respond, but took a sip of tea and glanced at Lingsu.

Lingsu nodded and walked towards Wang Yinyang.

Holding a silver needle in his hand, he lightly pricked the Yifeng point under Wang Yinyang's ear.

Wang Yinyang's eyebrows darkened, and he passed out directly.

Lingsu glanced at Song Li, moved Wang Yinyang to the extremely technological bed, and took a step back.

Song Li stood up, raised her eyebrows, moved her lips, and called softly: "Xinghe."

The ring on the ring finger of his left hand immediately glowed with an icy blue light, and moved towards Wang Yinyang, a series of tiny shimmers of light surrounded his whole body.

Half a second later, Xinghe flew out from his ring finger and hovered over Wang Yinyang's body.

Ice blue light poured down, and the color of the entire bed began to change continuously, from the silvery white of the lips to dark blue, turning red a little bit, and finally returning to the original silvery white.

Song Li frowned lightly, moved her left hand lightly, and Xinghe returned to her ring finger with a 'swoosh'.

"Take him down."

"Yes..." Lingsu responded, and pressed the blue button on the wall with his right hand, and the bed on which Wang Yinyang was lying began to move down, as if taking an elevator, reaching the bottom floor.

Song Li lazily returned to the sofa and sat down again, took a sip of tea, and nodded slightly: "From your expression, you probably have a lot of questions to ask."

"Yes..." Lingsu was stunned, and lowered his eyes slightly: "Lingsu doesn't know whether to ask or not."

"You want to ask me, since I can use Galaxy to change the shape of cells growing in Wang Yinyang's brain, why should I tell him that I can only save half of his life?"

"Yes." A hint of doubt flashed in Lingsu's eyes: "As long as Wang Yinyang doesn't take what the adults say to his heart, and goes to the hospital halfway, then he will know that he has passed this doom, and I'm afraid the things that the adults asked him to do He won't do it again."

"Lingsu, you are not a feng shui fortune teller, so you naturally don't understand how much these feng shui fortune tellers who think they are talented believe in metaphysics." Song Li smiled coldly: "He never dared to go to the hospital for this examination in his life."

(End of this chapter)