Fast Travel Mystery Project

Chapter 263 The Double Strategy of Little Cutie and Little Cruelty (33)

Chapter 289 Infectious Diseases
An Mo listened to the urgent call for help on the phone, the romantic touch in his heart was gone, only the worry of life and death was left, so he immediately took the two children with him, and dragged Musize to the little nurse Boyfriend's house.

Fortunately, the fireworks have already been set off, but Musizer is still a little upset, because he has prepared a lot of sensational words and has not had time to say them.

This resentment was held in his heart and had nowhere to be released, so Musize left it all to the instigator.So when the two of them picked up their luxury car on the way and rushed to a mansion as quickly as possible, something happened to a man with a gloomy look.

Coordinates: The Liang family mansion, one of the five great families.

The magnificent living room was full of people, men, women, young and old, no matter what they thought in their hearts, they all showed a look of worry on their faces.

Liang Hanchen sat next to the first seat, comforting his ashen-faced father: "Father, don't worry, Yu Qing said that Master An is very powerful, and he will definitely save mother from danger. You, uncle and aunt will also be fine."

The Patriarch of the Liang family was usually a very dignified person. Hearing his son's pale and feeble reassurance at this moment, he still nodded in believability, his face trembled, and he forced out an ugly smile.

Bai Yuqing, who was holding Liang Hanchen's hand on the other side, whispered again how An Mo helped her survive the disaster. It seemed that saying it a few more times could really dispel the depression in the room.

The servant at the door hurriedly came over to announce that the car had returned and had already entered the gate.

More than 20 people in the living room raised their heads at the same time, Patriarch Liang stood up directly, and told his son next to him: "Quick, help me to the door, I want to greet this Master An in person."

The head of the family moved, and there was no reason for the others to sit here and wait. All of them got up at once, and followed obediently to greet Master An.

So when the door opened, An Mo was really taken aback by such a big battle.

Thinking about that scene, including the servants, there were more than 30 people crowded at the door, nearly half of them were pale, and the rest looked sad. An Mo opened his eyes and looked, only to feel that the overwhelming black-gray gas was in mid-air Lingering, it is shocking.

Musize was still angry with Liang's family for delaying his well-planned date, and the sight he saw did not arouse any sympathy for him.

He only knows that no matter how miserable the family is now, with the help of his girlfriend, he will turn the danger into a blessing in the future, but his delayed date will be over once the date is over, the fireworks have been let off, and there will be no more The first touch and shock, the follow-up will not be able to continue.

So when Liang Hanchen supported his father and greeted the two of them respectfully, what he got was Mu Xize's hypnotic revenge. One fell asleep directly, and the other, young and healthy, ran to the kitchen to get a knife to commit suicide.

The servant quickly supported the owner, and the rest of them reacted and grabbed Liang Hanchen's kitchen knife. Bai Yuqing looked at Musize in embarrassment, not knowing how to face the many accusing eyes around her.

An Mo shook his head helplessly, knowing the reason for Musize's unreasonable behavior, he could only persuade softly: "Okay, stop making trouble, let's see the situation first."

Musizer was very dissatisfied with the eyes of everyone looking at him, and glared at them one by one, until everyone avoided or lowered their heads before they were satisfied.

At this point, let alone what the Liang family thought of An Mo, the Celestial Master's ability, at least Mu Xize next to him was enough to give them a head start.

Liang Hanchen, who was sober, had no idea what he had just done, and he treated An Mo and An Mo politely and thoughtfully. His excellent upbringing prevented him from going straight to the point as soon as the guests came in, so when he heard An Mo who had had tea, After Mo asked about the details, he immediately described the situation of his family with relief.

First, my mother couldn't afford to be ill, but went to the hospital but couldn't find out the cause and treatment. Then, like an infection, my father and other people in the family successively developed the same symptoms: pale face, weakness in hands and feet, and occasionally short-term symptoms. twitch.

Liang Hanchen said: "I just came back from abroad yesterday. Maybe I was spared because I was not at home. My mother is now in a coma, and my father was the first to be infected. He has been sick for about ten days and is almost unable to hold on."

Bai Yuqing was more emotional than Liang Hanchen. She had lost a close relative and knew the pain, so she didn't want her boyfriend to suffer that pain, even more than once: "Master An, you must have a way, last time you only let My father can calculate so many things after drinking a cup of tea, this time also..."

Musize had a deep impression of this noisy little nurse. Hearing Bai Yuqing start talking again at this time, he was already bored and was about to explode, so he interrupted directly: "You, shut up and stand aside!"

If it weren't for Musize's sudden anger, An Mo would have almost forgotten that this is a violent person. After all, the other party has never quarreled with her or blushed.

It seems that because the two of them have not spent a particularly long time together in each world, they always look the most in love when they are passionately in love. There are no conflicts that cannot be resolved, and there is no seven-year itch. Every moment is a precious time .

This belated realization made An Mosuer's heart warm, and it touched her as much as the previous fireworks. So she took Mu Xize's hand and held it, lightly scratching his palm with her fingertips. , counts as silent comfort.

There is always the best understanding between lovers. Just one second after Mu Xize turned to look at An Mo, he felt the deep affection brewing in the other person's eyes. He tightened his hand a little to stop causing trouble for her. opportunity, otherwise he was afraid that he would not be able to resist hugging the person and kissing him in public.

"My lover's temper is not very good, please forgive me." An Mo used the title of "lover" this time, and did not say "boyfriend". Although his tone was apologetic, it was also tolerant and doting.

Hearing that An Mo was apologizing to everyone for himself, Musize just snorted softly, and did not lose his temper after all.

The Liang family wanted An Mo, so how dare they show dissatisfaction, not to mention that Liang Hanchen felt that it was indeed the Liang family's fault for inviting someone here suddenly, so he waved his hands again and again: "Where is it, the Liang family is too abrupt, just don't blame us. "

Musize's expression turned pale when he heard the words, and An Mo knew that his lover was in a much better mood when he saw this, so he started to get busy with business: "Take me to see how Lingci is, but you don't have to worry too much. The good feng shui planted by several generations of your Liang family over the past hundred years is excellent, so the gloomy atmosphere is suppressed to a large extent, and the lives of those who live in it will not be in danger."

As soon as these words came out, not only Liang Hanchen, but also the rest of the Liang family breathed a sigh of relief.

Although I haven't seen An Mo show any real skills yet, people are always willing to believe in people who come in light when they are in a desperate situation, just like going to the doctor in a hurry to give themselves hope.

　Thank you Jingyan, Sundial Maolaiye, Pingyan, Shirley Li 19, Dream Dieshang, thank you.

　　Thank you Shirley Lee 19 for your tip, thank you.

　　I'm also wondering why there are always things going on all day long, and the agreed-upon multiple posts have not been realized. I feel ashamed of myself. I don't dare to say anything anymore. I must write as much. You can blame me, alas
　　
　
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