The Savior is just a 3-Year-Old

  Chapter 31 Young Lang

   "Puff." A laugh sounded in the corner.

  Xiao Huailu looked towards the corner with a dazed expression, the man was standing in the dark.

  It’s just that the voice is a little familiar, as if it’s been heard somewhere.

   "What is the little girl looking at? I will gouge your eyes when I look at it again!" The boy's voice was slightly hoarse, and it seemed that it was in the period of changing voice.

   "Who wants to see you, huh!" Xiao Huailu immediately covered his eyes, thinking in his heart that this person is worse than evil.

  The young man in a white shirt walked out from the corner, obviously without semi-distribution ornaments on his body, but his whole body was appallingly tight.

  As if the temperament cultivated in a high position all the year round.

  "Where is this place?" With one hand behind him, the young man leaped over Jiang Huailu with his foot, lining the little Huailu like a little maid.

  Little Huailu is also arrogant, and when even he steps on his calf, he wants to catch up.

  However, people have short calves, and instead of catching up, they tripped their left and right feet and rolled over like a ball.

  The boy was startled.

  Watching her roll past herself.

   was silent for a long time before suffocating a sentence: "It doesn't have to be this way." Isn't it just walking in front of you? How strong is your temperament?

  The little Huailu rolled so that the two chirps on his head were scattered, and his cheeks bulged like a toad.

  The skin becomes more and more white as jade.

  "You girl, it seems...somewhat familiar." The young man murmured, but he didn't find the relevant memory in his head, so he left it behind.

  Little Huailu listened to him muttering, thinking in his heart, I still think you are familiar.

  Both of them were wearing blouses, and after a little pondering, they knew that they were afraid that they came here after falling asleep last night.

  At this moment, I saw the young man walking towards the vermilion gate, trying to open the door to see the palace gate.

  I don’t know...

  The door didn't move at all.

   "Could it be that this place can only be accessed, but can't get out?" There was a flash of hostility on the boy's face, and it was fleeting.

  Xiao Huailu looked at him with his head tilted while holding the apple. Just now, she obviously opened the door and went out?

   "Want to trap me? Really a joke!" The boy chuckled.

  Ming Mingsheng's so exquisite, and his voice has the special gentleness of Young Lang. Partial but very hostile.

  "This is the Hall of Salvation. The place where the Savior used to be enshrined..." As he said, he heard a squeak, and someone pushed open the door of the hall.

  A rickety figure entered the hall door.

  It’s still dark for a while, and there is a bit of cold outside the temple gate, which shields all darkness from the outside.

   hunched back and bent over, making a babble babble when walking, and his hair is a bit gray.

   "Grandma Zhu, are you here again? It's not light yet, why don't you sleep a little longer." After cleaning, Linger turned to look at the old woman, and hurried forward to take the package.

  The old man looked extremely old, and his eyes became muddy.

   "Sleep for one day or less, and close your eyes if you can't say that. My daughter hasn't found it yet." The old woman's muddy eyes suddenly filled with tears.

   "I just want to beg for the salvation of the empress, and let the old man see her."

  "You, I have been begging for seven or eight years. You have purchased the missing bricks and tiles. You might as well..." Ling'er sighed. I don't know what to say, the empress probably won't show up.

  After all, in another three days, this Hall of Salvation will be demolished, and the Savior cannot protect herself.

  Grandma Zhu lost her daughter eight years ago, crying every day, her eyes are crying a lot, and her eyes are also blind.

  (End of this chapter)