Ancestor, I was going through a tribulation, but I was accidentally exposed on the live broadcast!

"Do not sell!"

Anwu simply refused. What a joke. He had worked hard to water the spiritual spring water for 100 years before harvesting such a small amount. He didn't even have enough for himself, so how could he sell it.

{Hahaha, is the big brother Tuhao from just now still there? Will you be so angry that you vomit blood when you hear the answer from your ancestor? }

{A hundred thousand dollars is wasted! ! ! }

{Brother Tuhao, if you want to eat pure natural rice, I can buy it for you. Just give me [-] yuan. }

Unfortunately, everyone's teasing did not attract the attention of both parties involved. An Yan quickly went off the air amidst everyone's wails, while Li Qingxuan put down his cell phone and continued practicing.

"Ancestor, where did you collect the millet just now?" After turning off the live broadcast, An Yan circled An Wu several times like a puppy, trying to find the place where he hid the millet.

"Haha, I put the spirit grain into the space, you can't find it." An Wu reached out and turned over, and a golden spirit grain suddenly appeared in his palm.

"Wow, is it so magical?" This discovery simply refreshed An Yan's world view. She could not imagine that the methods of cultivating immortals on TV actually existed and were right around her.

Seeing her continuous expressions of wonder, An Wu felt very comfortable. He reached out and tapped An Yan's head, "Are you envious? When the ancestor finds the materials, I will refine a storage bag for you to play with."

An Yan has no spiritual power, so she can't use the spiritual weapons in his space. She can only find other materials to refine a storage bag that does not require the use of spiritual power, so that it will be convenient for her to store things in the future.

After listening to An Wu's words, An Yan was very happy. Her big eyes were full of joy. Sure enough, the child who knew how to act like a spoiled child had sweets to eat.

The two of them were walking back leisurely. Suddenly Anwu looked at the door of the Taoist temple and smiled slightly: "Yanyan, we have guests coming."

"What?" An Yan followed his gaze and saw only a thick courtyard wall. She was filled with questions, wondering where her ancestor could see this.

Can this also be calculated?

No matter what, it was important to open the door first to welcome the guests. An Yan quickly took a few steps and ran towards the door of the Taoist temple.

An Yan hurriedly opened the door of the Taoist temple, but there was no one in front. Could it be that the ancestor was just teasing her? While she was doubting, she suddenly heard heavy breathing, which was very similar to her who had just climbed 1 steps.

"Hoo ho!" Xiang Sisi felt her lungs burning with pain, and even her breathing felt like it was burning.

After taking the pills, her son became very energetic and even physically improved. In the past two days, she felt that his little face had gained a bit more flesh.

After much thought, Xiang Sisi decided to bring her son over. She found An Yan's mailing address. On the one hand, she wanted to thank her ancestor in person, but on the other hand, she was also afraid of what her ancestor had said about her child. If the problem is not resolved, I would like to find out in person.

But she never thought there were so many steps here, and she was carrying a flute on her back, which was going to kill her.

Fortunately, she took a look at the address and wisely changed into flat shoes, otherwise the two of them would have been unable to climb out until dark.

"Mom, do you want to take a rest?" Xiao Di looked at the dense sweat on her mother's forehead and stretched out her little hand to wipe it for her.

"No, it's okay." Xiang Sisi gritted her teeth tightly. For the sake of her son, it didn't matter if she climbed up a flight of stairs. As long as Xiao Di was fine, she would rush over even if she went up a mountain of knives or a sea of ​​fire.

Fortunately, victory was right in front of her. She raised her head and glanced ahead, lifted the flute up with all her strength, took a deep breath, stepped forward with her heavy legs, and continued to climb forward.

An Yan waited for seven or eight minutes before she saw a woman with messy hair and sweat all over her body climbing up. She raised her head and glanced again. She felt that this woman looked familiar.

But for a while she couldn't remember where she had seen this woman. She saw that the woman had already walked up to her and greeted her with a smile:

"Hello, host Yanyan!"

!!!

An Yan's eyes widened instantly. Is this person a fan of hers?

While she was quickly thinking about where she had seen this person, a fluffy little head suddenly appeared from behind the woman and smiled sweetly at her:

"Hello, beautiful sister, I am Xiaodi."

Xiao Di is very good-looking, with bright eyes, but because he is too thin, he looks a bit alarmingly big. He reaches out to hook his mother's neck and greets An Yan. His wrist is only about the thickness of an adult's thumb, and is as thin as a gentle touch. If you bend it, it will break.

A flash of pity flashed in An Yan's eyes, and then an idea flashed in her mind. She pointed at the woman and said, "Ah, it's you."

She remembered, wasn't this woman the one who sent photos to tell fortunes to her ancestors? What was her name? By the way, her name is Xiang Sisi. I asked her name before when I sent her something.

Xiang Sisi smiled slightly, put the flute down gently, and then stretched out her hands to tuck the hair that was stuck to her face due to sweat.

She looked a little embarrassed now. Over the past year or so, she was worried that Xiao Di had aged a lot, so she looked somewhat different from the photo.

"Come in!" Although An Yan was curious as to why she came here to find her, she still welcomed her in enthusiastically.

As she walked, she secretly wondered, could it be that this is a fan of hers, chasing stars here?

Just as she was thinking about it, Xiang Sisi suddenly asked, "Isn't the ancestor here?" She just looked around and saw no one. Thinking about the purpose of coming today, she asked directly.

"Uh, yes." An Yan was embarrassed. The lover didn't come to see her at all. "Ancestor just knew that you were coming, so he specially asked me to come out to welcome you."

Xiang Sisi was stunned for a moment, and then the joy in her eyes became even greater. She lowered her head and glanced at Xiaodi tenderly, and couldn't help but have red circles in her eyes.

An Yan led people to the living room. An Wu was already drinking tea at the table. When he saw Xiang Sisi come in, he didn't even raise his eyes and said directly:

"sit down."

Xiang Sisi did not sit down directly, but walked directly to Anwu with Xiaodi. She gritted her teeth and pulled Xiaodi's hand. The two of them knelt down to Anwu and shouted: "Ancestor, Please save my son."

An Yan on the side had no time to react, but An Wu stretched out his hand and waved it gently. Xiang Sisi suddenly felt as if her knees weighed a thousand pounds, making it impossible for her to kneel down no matter how hard she tried.

Anwu sighed, looked at Xiaodi's clear big eyes, and finally relented, "That's it, get up and talk properly."

A breeze blew gently past her face, and Xiang Sisi felt as if a pair of invisible hands were gently lifting her and her son up. She could not help but follow this force to stand up straight.

Not only did she not feel afraid of this, her eyes were surprisingly bright!

Xiaodi, there's help! ! !