Adorable Psychic Wife Of A Wealthy Man

Chapter 1243 Happy New Year, Happy Family 1

Wutian ancestor and Hongjun ancestor returned to the world before and after, the two elders fought and destroyed half of the ninety-nine heaven.

At the same time, because the **** emperor is not in the **** realm for the time being, the crown prince of the **** race Lingyuan decently sent people across the three realms to find his emperor, and the two ancestors returned to the **** realm. It was of great importance. He could not control this matter, but When the emperor returns to the earthquake field.

However, when Lingyuan was entangled by the primitive gods who descended from the ninety-nine layer to rebuild the temple, you will tell me every word, one first and two big times, and one day will tell——

"His Royal Highness! Ancestor Hongjun and Ancestor Wutian have left the Ninety-Nine Heaven and are currently missing!"

"I don't know where to go? You don't know where you are?"

"I don't know for the time being! But the whereabouts of the **** emperor has been known. He is currently in the human world with Qing Yaoji, but the **** emperor seems to have noticed that I am waiting to track him, so the breath has disappeared. We still need to send more people to search and search. "

"Then send more manpower!"

When the **** emperor threw the entire **** realm to him, and ran to the void to find Qing Yaoji alone, he had a lot of opinions towards his emperor.

Now, he has even greater opinions!

Surrounded by the gods living in the ninety-nine layer, Ling Yuan's face was tense.

"My temple is the worst damaged, repair mine first!"

"In order! First come first!"

"..."

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The imperial capital is freezing cold.

But in the big courtyard where Gong Siyu and Linggui live, the courtyard is full of fragrance, koi carps are playing, and the scenery is like spring, and the scene is full of vitality. Hongjun old ancestors set up a barrier to block the cold around the courtyard. Today's courtyard The garden has a beautiful view.

Bai Feiran and Zhulong are helping.

The others are all sitting together in the huge living room.

The fireplace has been extinguished, and the interior is a festive red.

Xiaoxuan, Ditong, Angelica and Lingshang are wearing festive big red sweaters, sitting in a row, eating snacks on the street stalls to watch the Spring Festival Gala.

In the large leather three-seater sofa in the center, Wutian and Hongjun are sitting there.

After Lingyu came back, Gong Siyu called his subordinates and asked him to take his master's size and go to the major department stores of the imperial capital to find a suitable suit for the old man to quickly get a set.

Two hours later, his subordinates arrived. For this reason, Gong Siyu also sent a big red envelope to his subordinates.

Hongjun was wearing that white suit, sitting there solemnly, and from time to time he glanced at the short-beardless eyes on the side of his upper body, as if he felt that his white hair and long beard were very cumbersome, so he learned how to be He also shortened his beard and white hair.

"How do you learn from old man!"

"What's wrong with learning from you? The old man can only learn from you if he can think of you! You didn't come down from seeing the old man in the human world? You are jealous of the old man!"

"Do you want to fight again!"

"Who is afraid of whom?"

Wutian and Hongjun quarreled again. In that posture, it seemed that they wanted to go outside to fight again.

For two hours, they quarreled almost every half hour and quarreled every hour.

Lingguiben listened to Xiaoyan whispering to her, saying that Grandpa White Beard liked his gaming computer and wanted one.

Seeing her master and Hongjun arguing again, she stepped forward and sat between the two old men, hooking Wutian's arm to the left and Hongjun's arm to the right, "Master, Hong..."

"Call the old man Sanqing! Sanqing!"

"Three Qing ancestors..."

"Ok."

"Don’t make a noise, we are about to have the New Year’s Eve dinner. Our family’s craftsmanship is very good. You two will try it? After the New Year’s Eve dinner, we will watch the Spring Festival Gala together. There are also big red envelopes and gifts to get. Go to the outskirts of the imperial capital, find an open place to set off fireworks, and be happy."

Lingyu has changed his clothes, a purple-colored velvet cheongsam, draped in a snow-colored waistcoat, and long hair curled up, enchanting, exquisite, luxurious, and beautiful.

Just staring at this pleasing little face, the apprentice slave's unnatural mood a little better, with a big palm wave, domineering awe-inspiring, "Then listen to the trick, don't care about this bad old man!"

It is said that male apprentices are not as sweet as female apprentices, and it is true that Hongjun was furious, seeing that his newly acquired **** apprentice was sitting aside irrespective of his own affairs. In his heart and eyes, there was only the godless baby apprentice, he It is inevitable that my heart will be frustrated.

But at this moment, Lingyu shook his arm in favor, smiling charmingly and seductively, "Xiaozhen just said to me that the old Sanqing elders like Xiaoyan's new computer, and Qier will take you out tomorrow morning. Can you choose what you like?"

Sure enough, the little girl is an intimate little padded jacket.

Hongjun's dissatisfied expression turned clear immediately, "The old man will not be polite to Guier!"

"What is the new computer?" Wutian curled his eyebrows, thinking that when he secretly traced back the history of the human world in the gods, he didn't know such things.

Hearing that Wutian had something he didn't know, Hongjun suddenly showed off, as if he hadn't quarreled with anyone just now, "Cuier moved, I have something to say with your master."

Lingyu was successfully squeezed out of the sofa by Hongjun, with a dazed expression. The old man turned his face like a book.

Old Ancestor Hongjun smiled and took out the new mobile phone from Liuyun in his pocket, and shook it in front of Wutian's gloomy face, "Do you know what this is?"

"New computer?" Wutian ancestor dismissed it and answered with a cold hum.

"No! This thing, called a mobile phone, can transmit sounds and letters from thousands of miles away. It's better than spiritual power. It arrives in a few seconds and can take pictures. Do you old black know what taking pictures is? The dog-like image is put into this mobile phone case, just like this..." Hongjun said more and more, and immediately gave Wutian ancestors a domineering and cold bust, "Look, is it right? Are you exactly the same?"

Hongjun took the photographed photos and kept showing them in front of Wutian, like an old urchin.

"Old Hei, you don't have this thing, I have it."

Wu Tianben folded his arms, sat there cold, solemn and unmoved, but was repeatedly provoked by Hongjun, he still couldn't stand the temptation, opened one eye, and looked at his portrait on the phone. It’s okay if I don’t look at it, it’s exciting at first sight, raised his eyebrows, and quickly snatched Hongjun’s cell phone.

"Show the old man what the hell!"

"This is mine, what are you grabbing! Give it back to me!" Hongjun stared at her angrily with a voice like Hong Zhong, reaching out as if he was taking back his precious mobile phone, which he exchanged for an immortal grass!

"Look at what's going on!" Wutian sneered, "You can use this thing if you dare to love it. The old man will use it at a glance! Look!" Wutian said, turning sideways to prevent Hongjun from grabbing. Go, vaguely remember that when the old man next to him turned on the phone, he tapped the phone screen, so he also learned to tap.

But no matter how you press the glass screen, the phone is not on.

So Wutian increased his finger to poke the screen and pressed it several times.

(End of this chapter)