Heyday Love: A Heaven-sent Husband

"What?!" The old ghost screamed in surprise, what an exaggeration said: "She is married?! How did you bring her here when she was married? Did you seduce me? Oh!!! But, me like!"

The last sentence made Lan Qing'er almost unsteady, and she rolled her eyes helplessly. His personality was really strange. +++ Popular Tanmei Novels: www.sto123.cc网o

"Don't you vomit bitterness to me all day long, saying that you are lonely? Then why don't you find a woman outside?" Mo Yan chuckled.

"Humph," Old Ghost snorted coldly, "Vulgar and vulgar fan, this deity doesn't look good."

"Oh." Mo Yan replied, "I'm looking for you this time because I have something to ask for."

"Ouch?" Old ghost Han said slightly, "The omnipotent Mo Shenxian will ask someone to be cold, huh, Mo Shenxian, are you taking the wrong medicine?"

"Hey!" Lan Qinger couldn't help but laughed.

"Really? If you say that you can't find it, then it's fine, I and Qing'er will go back." Mo Yan said, turning around to leave.

"Hey, wait!" Old ghost Han pulled his clothes: "Oh, someone Han is joking, this woman is like someone Han, heh, don't take her away so quickly."

"Oh? Do you like it?"

Old ghost Han glanced at Lan Qing'er: "Well, I like it."

"But Qing'er doesn't like you."

"Heh, don't like Qing'er, just someone Han likes it." Old Han finished his nonsense, floated in front of Lan Qing'er, and narrowed his eyes: "Qing'er, are you tired after walking in the secret road for a long time? Go in and rest for a while."

"Wait," Mo Yan interrupted suddenly, "Qing'er, the things in the old ghost's attic are very scary, you have to be prepared."

Lan Qing'er nodded. When she saw the purple-clothed woman just now, she knew how powerful this old cold ghost was.

"Don't worry, if Qing'er is scared, isn't there someone Han who is there? Just someone Han who protects Qinger's safety."

A cool breeze blew, rolling up dead leaves on the ground...

"Well, Han... Young Master Han, when we first met, Qing'er didn't know how to speak, and Qing'er came to look for something important. I hope Young Master Han can help."

"Oh?" Old ghost Han's eyes flashed brightly: "Help, of course help, just look at Qing'er, you don't understand Han's mind. o"

Lan Qing'er raised her eyebrows, his mind? It won't be that... right?

"Heh," Mo Yan said with a light smile: "Old Han ghost, stop messing around, you can't move Qing'er. I will protect Qing'er's safety."

As soon as he said this, Old Ghost Han looked at Mo Yan in surprise, as if he had seen a monster: "I heard that right, are you willing to take the initiative to protect a woman? Oh, interesting, someone in Han thought that God Mo was It's ruthless."

No feelings... Lan Qing'er couldn't help but glance at Mo Yan.

The friendship between these two men is stepping on each other.

The smile on Mo Yan's face did not change, but his eyes showed a hint of chill, and the surrounding air seemed to be gradually freezing. Old Han smiled and brought out some embarrassment, turning his head to look at Lan Qing. The child said: "Qing'er, no one has been here for a long time in the Hanxing Pavilion. Come and talk to someone in Han."

Old Han finished his nonsense, stretched out his hand, took Lan Qing'er's hand, and pulled Lan Qing'er away without saying a word.

Unexpectedly, Old Ghost Han was so direct, Lan Qing'er was dumbfounded when he looked at the hands between the two.

When Lan Qing'er wanted to shake off his hand, he saw Old Ghost Han's anger, and the whole person floated up like a ghost, and floated with her into the attic.

No wonder the old ghost is called Han, because this man walks with floats.

The temperature in the attic is obviously a bit lower than outside, and it is glowing everywhere

Hanguang's iron tools are in various shapes and shapes, and they are all weapons. Lan Qing'er intuitively judges that these are all weapons of murder!

Each weapon represents a method of killing. There are no less than a hundred methods in this room. That is to say, there are hundreds of methods of killing.

This old cold ghost is proficient in killing people!

Seeing these killing weapons, Lan Qing'er was on alert.

Feeling Lan Qing'er's entire collapse, Old Ghost Han let her go, and said with a chuckle: "Qing'er, don't be nervous. These things are just templates and cannot be used yet. You can sit for a while, Han someone. Go tea."

After the words, the old cold ghost purple shadow floated and disappeared without a trace. Net o

At this moment, Mo Yan walked in and said to Lan Qing'er: "Are you... okay?"

Lan Qing'er stabilized her mind. During training, she was most sensitive to weapons. Once the weapons were in her hands, she would immediately know the most accurate way to use this weapon. These dozens of weapons were placed in front of her. As if playing a movie, scene after scene of assassination flashed through her mind.

The calm eyes were sharp, Lan Qing'er was cold, Mo Yan's eyes flashed with a touch of surprise, but it disappeared quickly, he coughed slightly, and said with a louder voice: "Concubine, sit down first. , Old Ghost Han will come out soon."

The heart was pulled back, Lan Qing'er took a slight breath, sat down, and smiled faintly at Mo Yan: "I'm fine, I'm just interested in the weapons here."

"Are you interested?" Mo Yan raised his eyebrows: "These... are not visible."

"Heh." Lan Qing'er smiled briefly and said nothing.

The two waited for a while, then they smelled a refreshing tea fragrance, the purple shadow flickered, and the old cold ghost appeared, with a saucer in his hand, and a delicate tea set on it.

Old ghost Han made tea for the two of them, and said slowly: "In the hot weather, someone Han specially prepared Qingxin tea for the two, please taste it slowly."

Lan Qing'er picked up the tea cup, what was the pure heart, the tea water was green and faintly cold. What was strange, Lan Qing'er took a sip, and the coldness instantly overflowed in his mouth. One shock!

What an iced mint tea!

Old ghost Han smiled and said, "Qing'er, do you like this tea?"

Lan Qing'er swallowed the tea, feeling a cold heart, and nodded: "I like it. This tea is very special."

"Qing'er likes it," Han Old Ghost smiled so that his eyes were narrowed, making the original fox's face even more like a fox: "Someone in Han had nothing to do, so he planted some weeds in the backyard. The book records that if this herb is used for making tea, it will cleanse the heart and moisturize the spleen. Someone Han likes it, and I expect Qinger will like it too."

Lan Qinger smiled and said, "Thank you very much."

"What are you polite?" Old ghost Han took a sip and looked at Mo Yan, "Mo Shenxian, how do you think this tea compares to your white hair tip?"

Mo Yan took a faint sip and pondered for a while: "Each has its own characteristics."

Old ghost Han lowered his face: "Hmph, I knew you would say that, you would never admit defeat."

Mo Yan calmly said: "Mom, just tell the truth."

Old ghost Han scratched him, then looked at Lan Qing'er again and said, "Qing'er, if you like it, then drink more. I'm lazy these days and don't make any refreshments. Oh, actually I don't know how long I have been. Nothing to eat."

"Ahem!" Lan Qing'er almost sprayed tea. Old Han said this intentionally...

How long hasn't eaten...have it really become a ghost?

Old ghost Han just laughed and drank tea.

Brother Dao is interested, the three of them are addicted to acting, okay! Then he just sits here and waits to see what kind of show the three of them will perform. If one

No one will send money, so don't even leave one of these three!

Steward Cheng really did things reliably. After twenty minutes, he personally found this place with a suitcase of money.

"Master, miss, here is five million."

"Yo! It's also being staged." Brother Dao thought that these two children were getting more and more interesting, but he was very curious about what it would be like in this box.

Yi Long took the leather box, skillfully opened the button on the box, and opened the box, which contained neatly arranged Nanling coins.

Brother Dao was waiting to see a good show, but he didn't expect that the box contained genuine money.

"Five million." Yi Long pointed to the box and motioned to Brother Dao to ask someone to count it.

Brother Dao gave a look, and the two younger brothers next to him immediately ran over to count the money. After half an hour, the younger brother panting and reported to the boss: "Boss, five million, that's right! Money is also verified." It's over, it's true!"

Brother Dao was afraid that the two children would go back, put on sunglasses and picked up the box. Before leaving, he did not forget to pat Yi Long on the shoulder: "Boy, I remember you, we will meet again!"

Isn’t it? Someone in Nanling Country can actually come up with 5 million Nanling Coins every minute, can this brother not be eyeing it!

Feng Slave didn't expect Yi Long and Yi Feng to really help her send Brother Dao away, but the price was five million! She alone can't pay off the debt even if she is their slave!

"Thank you, thank you so much!"

Taking pictures of her, giving her jewelry, and sending her home, this has moved Feng Nu very much. Unexpectedly, they were still willing to spend five million to save her, they were her reborn parents!

"I will definitely find a way to make money back to you!" Feng Nu gritted his teeth and swore loudly.

Yang Yun lied to her and said in a low voice: "People can put out five million so easily. It's definitely not an ordinary person. I don't care if we don't pay it back. You should let them help save your dad, his arm. It's all gone, how can I live in the future!"

Feng Nu was full of hatred for his father at this time. If he hadn't been gambling on stones without caring about his family, how could their family become like this? Now that the hand is broken, he did it!

"Five million, it's worth changing my father's arm!"

Yang Yun slapped Feng Nu's face with a fierce slap, "I think you are crazy, he is your father!"

"Dad? Does he treat me as his daughter? You! Does he treat me as his daughter? I want to ask you, what happened today, what about my brother? What about my brother? Why is I the only one who sacrificed? Why did I always sacrifice It's me?" Feng Nu said, tears of grievances continued to flow. From a young age, others told her that she was not born to her parents, don't believe it! I feel that others are just provoking her relationship with her parents. But piles and piles of things lay before her eyes, but she had to believe them.

"Dead girl! You white-eyed wolf, is it easy for me to give birth to you and raise you? Your brother is the only seedling of the Feng family, do you want the Feng family to cut off the children and grandchildren!"

Yang Yun was annoyed, the wind slave was becoming more and more disobedient, and she was afraid that she would be difficult to manipulate in the future.

Yi Feng quietly listened to the conversation between the mother and daughter. She was already shocked when she knew Feng Nu's parents had sent her to auction! But after all, I heard that it is better to meet, and seeing a real person now is really a wonderful flower!

Seeing that the matter was finished, the steward Cheng retired with interest. Before leaving, he cast a vicious look at Zhang Ergou with a cold eye. He brought the young master and the young lady out without telling him. It was really undisciplined. He had to seriously consider whether Zhang Ergou was suitable for this driver's position.

"Benefactor, save the life and help my husband! He has a broken arm. If he is not treated in time, he may be infected!"