The villain was shocked: his mother used a ghost to coax the child

No matter what happened in the past, now Hongmei and Fuxiao both live under her control.

Then there is absolutely no reason for you to be bullied by others.

Hongmei took the small porcelain bottle and recognized it at a glance. It was the one that Poison Lady had given to Sister Wen.

She didn't know what its specific effects were, but since she already had it, there was no reason not to use it.

Relying on the fact that she is a soul, no one around her can see her except Sister Wen.

He strode towards Liang Ruzhi.

He pulled out the stopper on the porcelain bottle and sprinkled all the powder inside on him.

In order to prevent the medicine powder from drifting onto other people and causing them to suffer this unexpected disaster.

Wen Qingliu returned. When Hongmei uncorked the bottle, she set up a small barrier around it.

Wen Qingliu felt that the poison was too mild for use on him.

It just makes people feel extremely itchy, unbearable, and they can only scratch all the time.

Even if he scratched his flesh, the excruciating itch would drive him to continue scratching.

I don’t know why, but Wen Qingliu always feels particularly tired after finishing all these things.

"Thank you so much, sister. If we had known that Liang was that kind of person, we would never have let Shu'er marry him."

Wen Qingliu felt exhausted and only responded to Mrs. Xie's questions hastily.

Mrs. Xie also noticed that she was very tired.

Mrs. Xie was not such a person who didn't have good eyesight. She immediately said, "Sister, you have worked hard today. You should go back and have a rest first."

Now that things have been said, there is no need for Wen Qingliu to refuse anymore.

On the way back in the Xie family's carriage, she felt a little drowsy.

After arriving home, Wen Qingliu went straight to his room without even eating or drinking.

This sleep lasted for three whole days.

During this time, everyone at home was terrified, fearing that he would never wake up again after falling asleep like that.

The two younger ones, Xiaoliu and Xiaoqi, cried all day long.

The tears never stopped.

Wu Daozi, however, looked very relaxed and told others that there was no need to worry.

After learning about this, Zhao Zhiyi ignored Gu Yi's dissuasion.

It only took a day and a half to pass through three county towns and reach Pingyun County.

When he returned home, it was the third day that Wen Qingliu had been in a coma.

He didn't care about the fatigue that had not yet been relieved.

After entering the room, I looked at the woman sleeping peacefully on the bed.

I can’t describe how I feel.

It hasn’t been long since I last left.

The last time he left, his wife was still full of energy.

How come he suddenly woke up from his coma after just a few months?

Wudaozi was holding a wine gourd in his hand, still looking indifferent.

"Don't worry, don't worry, she's fine. If nothing unexpected happens, she will wake up tonight."

After hearing these words, the whole family seemed to have found a backbone and felt a little relieved.

If Qingliu hadn't woken up, they really wouldn't know what to do.

Xiaoliu and Xiaoqi are still so young, they can’t live without their mother.

Even though Wudaozi repeatedly assured him that he would wake up in the middle of the night.

Zhao Zhiyi still squatted beside the bed, waiting for him to deflate and wake up.

While dreaming, Wen Qingliu felt that he had arrived in a very vast place.

The surroundings were filled with light white smoke.

The scene in front of me kept changing, and finally turned into a place that looked like a study.

A man with a head full of white hair, which falls naturally on his waist.

He looks like an old man, but there are not many wrinkles on his face.

The back does not appear hunched at all.

But for some reason, when I smelled the green willow, I knew it was an old man.

And unlike the old men he saw in his daily life, the man in front of him must be at least ten thousand years old.

The study is decorated in a very warm style.

There are also two pots of lily of the valley in the corner.

The pens, ink, paper and inkstone were neatly arranged on the desk, and there were even two herbs planted on the windowsill.

The magical thing is that the two pots of lily of the valley and the herbs on the table can actually speak human language.

Suddenly, the old man in front of her put down the brush in his hand and looked at her with a slightly gentle look.

"Qingliu, since you are here, why don't you show yourself?"

"Could it be that you have become estranged from your fellow disciples so quickly?"

Suddenly the white-haired old man laughed.

"It is also appropriate for you to know what your mission in this life is."

She just felt a little pain between her eyebrows.

Just like when she first came into this body and accepted the memories, her brain suddenly had many more memories.

The difference is that this time the memory is not unfamiliar, but very familiar.

After accepting the memory, she looked up and wanted to take another look. The brush in the old man's hand was her original self.

But the scene in front of him changed again to a vast place with pitch black all around.

It turned out that he was a pen in the hands of the God of Peace.

Originally, he was just an ordinary branch of a willow tree in the yard.

The God of Tranquility chose it and made it into a brush.

After a long time of following the God of An Ning, he also developed his own spiritual consciousness.

Originally, the God of An Ning was just a son of the Emperor of Heaven with little sense of existence.

During the war between gods and demons, he sacrificed his soul with his own body.

Even if he is not valued, he is still the son of the Emperor of Heaven.

The Emperor of Heaven used the soul-nourishing lamp for thousands of years before he finally gathered the energy of the God of Peace's soul.

After his body was reshaped, he was named the God of Peace to protect the peace between heaven and earth.

And she is the willow wood pen made by the God of Tranquility herself.

After she gained spiritual wisdom, she took the God of An Ning as her teacher.

Wen Qingliu opened his eyes just after midnight.

Zhao Zhiyi, who was guarding beside her, saw that she woke up and immediately held her hand.

"Madam, you are finally awake."

Smell the green willow. After sleeping for three days or more, my throat is inevitably dry.

She asked hoarsely, "Have I slept long?"

Zhao Zhiyi nodded: "Three days, you slept for three whole days."

When these words came out, Wen Qingliu himself felt a little surprised.

I thought he only slept for one day, but I didn't expect that he slept for two days longer than he expected.

He looked at his nominal husband in front of him.

There's an indescribable feeling in my heart.

After all, his coming to the mortal world this time and reincarnating as a human was not only to overcome the calamity, but also to prevent the sealed demon from waking up.

But Zhao Zhiyi was not like that. He was originally a very famous little god in heaven.

But I don't know why the little immortal would take a fancy to him, the only one who can be considered a spiritual child.

But she also didn't know whether he had awakened his spiritual wisdom and became an immortal like him, or whether he was born a god.

But seeing that he volunteered to come down to earth to accompany her, it would be a lie to say that she was not moved.