The real daughter calculates with her fingers, she will become rich after the divorce

The evil-killing sword flew from a distance.

The blade of the long sword glowed with a cold light, and it quickly circled around Meng Xingluan, dispelling much of the cold air.

Song Nanzhu shouted anxiously and did not forget to stuff Wei Heng with a few evil-proof charms.

He pulled Wei Heng back.

This yin energy was so strong that I felt a biting chill as soon as it touched my skin.

Wei Heng's upper and lower teeth were chattering, and his face was pale.

My hands and feet are uncontrollably cold.

Looking at Meng Xingluan again, she wiped the blood from the corners of her lips with the back of her hand with one hand. The red and white formed a sharp contrast.

Her eyes were filled with frost, and a hint of murderous intent flashed through her dark pupils.

The woman held a long sword, and with a wave of her arm, she dispersed the gloom of Yin Qi in front of her.

There was a hoarse roar in my ears.

Sharp, harsh.

It was so noisy that people's brains were buzzing and hurting.

The dark wind was blowing up, blowing up the dead branches and leaves on the ground, and the woman's waist-length hair was flying messily in the air.

Her eyes were cold and she lightly opened her red lips.

He murmured a spell in his mouth.

As a golden light appeared, it gradually transformed into a light mask, which enveloped the entire Taoist temple.

Screams of grief filled every part of the Taoist temple.

At this moment, an orange shadow flew over and scattered the gathering energy with a palm.

It's fierce and furious.

It was also during this gap that Meng Xingluan recited the exorcism spell, forcing the evil spirits flying around to return to Yuperii.

And another layer of seals was added.

"call."

After doing this, Meng Xingluan's face was completely pale.

Sweat broke out on his forehead.

At the same time, the orange cat restrained its sharpness and ran to Meng Xingluan's leg to rub against it.

The Evil Killing Sword also became as big as a palm and was held in the palm of the woman's hand.

"Sister, are you alright?"

Song Nanzhu ran to Meng Xingluan and stretched out his hand to support the shaky Meng Xingluan.

Meng Xingluan took advantage of his strength and leaned on the table.

The fishy sweetness rising in her throat was suppressed by her efforts.

Only then did Wei Heng regain his composure.

The coldness just now still remained in his bones, and he still had lingering fears.

After a while, he asked: "Sister Meng, just now..."

"The ones under Jade Perry are all powerful ghosts. They are not low-level, and they were formed a long time ago..."

Meng Xingluan lowered his eyes and looked at the two jade pendants.

The color of his eyes is complicated.

Just now she placed the jade pendant in front of the Buddha statue, and the red piece suddenly lost control.

She seemed to have forgotten something in the meantime.

Meng Xingluan frowned and thought carefully.

The air fell into silence.

It's been half a month since I last touched the jade pendant.

Xie Yanci suddenly vomited blood and was dying because he touched the jade pendant.

She didn't check it carefully at the time.

The red jade pendant had absorbed Mr. Zhou's yang energy, and the formation that restrained it might have begun to loosen at that time.

Coupled with the thank-you speech, this was just the straw that broke the camel's back.

It's bad luck for her, Meng Xingluan.

Meng Xingluan felt exhausted all over. Just in case, she re-imposed another dark green jade pendant.

After doing this, my temples were beating violently, and the person almost fainted from the pain.

Meng Xingluan had a pale face and declined Song Nanzhu and Wei Heng's request to send her back to her room.

Only one sentence remains.

"do not bother me."

Song Nanzhu nodded repeatedly.

"Sister, if you need anything, just call me, I can hear you."

It wasn't until Meng Xingluan's figure disappeared from sight that the two of them looked away.

……

*

at the same time.

"Left-behind children" charity site in Beijing.

Meng Tingyao was wearing a white dress and a thin sweater, revealing slender wrists and ankles.

Her facial features were covered with light makeup, and her smile was very friendly.

She bent down and talked happily with the children.

Zhou Yubai stood aside and watched.

Wei Yunchi is also there.

He said: "This is Yaoyao's nature. You and I have watched her grow up. Don't you still know what she is like? There must be a misunderstanding about what happened before."

Zhou Yubai had a cold face and pursed his lips in silence.

Wei Yunchi didn't care.

He raised his cell phone and pointed it at Meng Tingyao, taking several pictures, and then gave instructions to the media reporters.

"You all take better pictures of people, and you don't need me to teach you how to write the manuscript when you go back, right?"

"Mr. Wei, we all know this, so you can rest assured!"

Only then did Wei Yunchi's eyes flash with satisfaction.

"Yu Bai, when are you going to let Yaoyao officially broadcast live?"

Zhou Yubai was silent for a moment.

Then he said: "Just for these few days."

Wei Yunchi answered, "In three days, I will ask the master to check the date. It is an auspicious day and is suitable for work."

Zhou Yubai looked at Meng Tingyao's profile, his eyes dark.

His voice was low, "You look at the arrangements."

While the two were talking, Meng Tingyao said goodbye to the children and walked towards them.

Wei Yunchi handed her a bottle of water.

"tired?"

Meng Tingyao glanced at Zhou Yubai first, and then shook her head.

"I'm not tired. The kids are cute."

When she said this, Meng Tingyao's eyes had already drifted to other places.

There were several slap marks on her white skirt. Wei Yunchi frowned, "What happened? Don't those brats pay attention to personal hygiene?"

As he spoke, the man glanced at the child standing on the lawn.

The youngest among them is three years old, and the oldest is eleven or twelve years old.

One of the children was frightened to tears by Wei Yunchi's eyes.

Wei Yunchi's eyes flashed with a trace of disgust very quickly.

Children are trouble.

Meng Tingyao smiled nonchalantly, "It doesn't matter to me. If the clothes are dirty, you can wash them again."

After saying that, she looked at Zhou Yubai.

The man was wearing a coat. He was not as cold and inhumane as usual, and seemed a bit easy-going at the moment.

Meng Tingyao suppressed the love in her eyes and tried to pretend to be normal.

After hesitating for a long time, she whispered: "Yu Bai, can I...can you advance my salary for the next year? You also know the family affairs. My dad is still in hospital..."

By the end of the story, her eyes were red and tears were falling down.

The photographer not far away aimed at this place and took a close-up.

Zhou Yubai frowned.

After all, she couldn't bear it and raised her hand to wipe away her tears.

The man's cool fingertips touched the woman's white and tender skin, and the tips of Meng Tingyao's ears turned red.

Wei Yunchi on the side clenched his fists to suppress it, and then turned his head away from looking at this dazzling scene.

"When I return to Haicheng, I will handle the Meng family's affairs."

……

*

Seven in the evening.

Bodhi Taoist Temple.

It was already dark when Meng Xingluan woke up.

It was quiet all around.

She lay flat on the bed and rested for a while before sitting up.

The headache finally subsided.

The orange cat was lying on the pillow next to her hand. It was sleeping with its four legs facing the sky and its belly exposed.

Meng Xingluan poked its head, and after a few seconds left the room and walked towards the main hall.

Song Nanzhu and Wei Heng were sitting on stools in rows. When they saw Meng Xingluan, the young man jumped up.

He hurriedly ran towards Meng Xingluan.

"Senior sister, are you awake?"

Then he lowered his voice and said, "The destined person with a bad seed is here."