Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

Really awake?

Is it so fast!

Su Haitang was a little confused and had the illusion that he was being tricked.

"Let's go in and take a look together."

He Anbang also had a strange expression on his face. He pulled down his granddaughter's hand and found that it was full of cold sweat. He couldn't help but feel a thump in his heart.

"you're uncomfortable?"

Ji Fengyun hurriedly entered the ward and came out. Seeing Su Haitang's pale face and frail eyes, he reached into his pocket and handed over another talisman.

"The calming charm, here it is."

Su Haitang looked at him silently and pretended to be weak.

"Grandpa, I'm tired."

"Can you hold on? Let's take a look at the old leader and go home to rest." He Anbang felt sorry for his granddaughter, but he couldn't just turn around and leave without showing his face, and looked at Ji Fengyun in embarrassment.

Ji Fengyun brought a chair for Su Haitang to sit and rest, and handed it up the steps at the right time.

"Sister Mingzhu has a special constitution. She must have given her luck to my grandfather to give him a chance of survival. This is why my sister suddenly became weak and needs to take a good rest."

"Thank you for your kindness. I'll stay with my sister here. Grandpa He goes in to see my grandpa, so he can go home with his sister first."

Su Haitang was extremely grateful to God for his unreliable little Taoist priest, who even told nonsense.

Although she had used most of the stored spiritual spring water, she was not overdrawn at all; her abnormal behavior was entirely due to nervousness and not knowing how to face the next scene.

She can't be held up as a god, right? It's time for anatomy!

"I'm just a little dizzy and have no energy. I just need to rest for a while."

Su Haitang leaned "weakly" on the back of his chair and explained sensibly.

"Mysterious things about life and death, luck waxes and wanes. You are too weak right now to show off." Ji Fengyun stared seriously at a pair of clear and lively phoenix eyes, his lips moving quickly.

Su Haitang suspected that he was chanting sutras to her, and she felt hairy and goosebumps all over her body.

"I'll go in and take a look."

He Anbang made the decision and strode into the ward.

He is a staunch proletarian revolutionary fighter. He does not believe in the nonsense of those gods and ghosts. However, he is involved in the ancient Chinese military arts, Qimen Dunjia, Yi Xue and other miraculous arts. He also witnessed two strange things about his daughter-in-law and the old chief. He couldn't help but score two points in disbelief.

Taoist Priest Qinghe of Wudang is not a magic stick who randomly fools people, but a wise master. People don't rely on fortune-telling to make a living. This is because it involves close disciples, so they are willing to give advice, which still makes sense.

Just dividing his granddaughter's luck and vitality to survive, such a sinister thing, the old chief with strong principles will never agree to it.

The most important thing is that this reputation cannot be spread! Otherwise, a good granddaughter will turn into Tang Monk meat, and everyone will want to take a bite, which will be troublesome.

We still have to talk about science!

He Anbang changed many thoughts in an instant, put on a delighted smile on his face, and walked to the old chief's bed in three steps and two steps at a time. He Anbang's eyes were moist when he met those eyes that were as sharp as swords when they opened.

The North China Lion, who can never be defeated, is also old.

"Old chief, you have to take care of yourself!"

Two pairs of wrinkled hands were tightly clasped together. They were also dotted with deep and shallow scars and ugly age spots, showing off their illustrious military exploits.

"Mingzhu, are you here? Good boy. Don't torment her. Go back."

Ji Chengru gave a few instructions intermittently, speaking with some difficulty.

He Anbang's eyes grew hot when he saw that the old leader was still understanding as always and took care of them without hesitation.

"Mingzhu tried her best, but she is too tired to stand up. She is resting outside. When she regains her energy, I will take her to see you."

"No need." Ji Chengru was not strong enough and cut his sentences into extremely short sentences, but his momentum did not diminish. "No one is needed, there is a doctor. Go back."

"yes!"