She raised the wrong cub

Chapter 142

A Li saw Zhou Ling's complexion suddenly turned pale, and his lower lip was bitten, so he immediately stepped forward in fright.

Carefully wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, but Zhou Ling was still biting, and Ah Li burst into tears:
"Miss, miss, don't scare me, don't bite!"

Seeing Zhou Ling being beaten like this, Zhou Aiai couldn't bear it.

It's just the man who flashed through his mind, independent, unrivaled and noble, cruel but gentle and caring for his sister
"Lingling, don't look at it! I just want you to see this dead Lord, no, no, no, bah! I made a mistake, it's the woman in the rumors! Don't think too much, this woman is everywhere. It’s not as good as you, and it’s just too early to know King Ling!”

Zhou Ling's eyes were dull, just looking at the painting in a daze.

Silently.

The two talked to her, but she ignored them.The whole mind is immersed in the woman in the painting.

Looking carefully, trembling fingertips, touching every corner of the painting.

Suddenly, Zhou Ling cried out!
Not the kind of howling, but like a wounded animal, whimpering and crying.

Tears rolled down big and big, and it was heart-wrenching to see.

This is the first time Miss Dayunhai, who has always been playful and playful, cried like this, which startled Ah Li and Zhou Aiai.

The two hurriedly comforted, wiped away their tears, and cursed the Spirit King.

For a moment, the entire room was filled with a gloomy and oppressive atmosphere.

Ah Li also couldn't believe that the woman she was gossiping with Miss not long ago actually looked so similar to Miss!
If the woman deliberately dresses up with eyebrows, lips, etc.
That.
At first glance, anyone would probably think that the two are twins!

So... Lord Lingwang is really because of that woman?
Ah Li didn't dare to think about it anymore, she felt sorry for her young lady, and was so angry that she almost punched a hole in the ground!

Zhou Ling felt that she was really played by God, oh no, by the Jade Emperor or Tathagata Buddha.

That fleeting, ridiculous guess turned out to be true!
Several times, Hua Rong looked at her as if he was looking straight into the soul.

She explained to herself that Huarong was affectionate.

The first time he saw his soul leaving the body, his complexion did not change at all. It can be seen that he knew that Zhou Ling and Zhou Lingling were two people.

With his crazy appearance, Zhou Ling imagined that if she entrusted her soul to other ugly monsters, Hua Rong might be as gentle and affectionate as ever.

What he loves is himself?
That 21st century self?
Zhou Ling lowered her head, her eyes were swollen, and her fingertips flicked across the screen.

The woman in the painting frowns and smiles, holding a bunch of herbs. I don't know who painted it so vividly. Zhou Ling looks at the face that is too familiar.

Her name is Zhou Ling, she is Beiyuan's pharmacist, and she is the woman who took care of Hua Rong.It was also for her that Hua Rong bloodbathed millions of demons and demon cultivators!
It was like a big dream, Zhou Ling felt so tired and her brain capacity was not enough.

At this time, she suddenly remembered a Buddhist scripture she had read in her previous life, the last sentence was:

All premeditated dharmas are like dream bubbles.It is like dew and electricity, so it should be viewed as such.

All phenomena are illusory and impermanent.

She knows that she is Zhou Ling, and she also understands how she came to this world.

But the person in the painting is also her!
That face, the curvature of the mouth when he smiles, and the squinting movement after the eyes are bent.
Seeing that Zhou Ling stopped crying, A Li and Zhou Aiai stared at the painting without making a sound, and they panicked even more.

"Miss, don't scare Ah Li, please!"

"Lingling, it's normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines, who said women can't? He abuses you like this, who cares about him! Isn't there still the head of Chi? My sister thinks that the head of Chi is unparalleled, and he is good to Lingling. Why did you hang yourself on the Spirit King! Hmph!"

　small theater
　　Huarong is struggling to choose a dowry among several large warehouses in his family

　　A young general ran over: "Master, I don't know who sent the news that the mistress is a substitute. The mistress is so sad now, she is crying to death."

　　Huarong raised his eyes, his body dissipated like mist, and disappeared instantly.

　　The young general raised his head and smiled, very treacherously.

　　It turned out to be Xiaojiu, an old mother disguised as a man.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)