My Aunt’s Grandma is Back

Shi Xiaowu's muscles were tense, and the words "Moraksha" blurted out.

He never expected that he would actually see this deadly Lord Yan here.

"Huh?" Moroccan asked in astonishment: "You actually recognize this seat?"

Shi Xiaowu's expressionless response: "The famous ghost king, who doesn't know about Kyushu?"

"But now the responsibility lies. If you want to hurt our president, then Shi will protect the employer at all costs!"

Shi Xiaowu's words were utterly decisive, and Wang Shuyue was a little touched.

But looking at Shi Xiaowu's appearance, he should have the power to fight Moroccan.

In peace of mind, Wang Shuyue pretended to pat Shi Xiaowu, and said, "My uncle, don't get me wrong, this is the company security, who conducts daily inspections after work."

"You continue to inspect, this is my distinguished guest, don't run into it."

Shi Xiaowu condensed his eyebrows, glanced at Mo Luosha vigilantly, and walked slowly to the side to inspect.

Moroccan raised the corner of his mouth and suddenly raised his arm to block, "Wait a minute, since you know it, let's stay and have a cup of tea together."

"Where is the tea? Granddaughter, your uncle has to wait a long time for this tea."

Blood eyes gloomily looked over, murderous aura suddenly appeared, Shi Xiaowu waved his sword, and only heard the sound of "dang", the flames blazed all over, and he steadily blocked the hand on the neck of King Shuyue of Moroccan.

"Don't don't do it!" Wang Shuyue was startled in a cold sweat, trying to stop the two.

However, it was of no use, the bloodthirsty desire flashed in Moraksha's blood eyes, and his patience had been exhausted!

Jiao Didi's bear granddaughter couldn't be hurt, and this security guard who emerged from nowhere could make him dispel his anger.

The left hand hanging on the side was raised, the red robe flew up, and the black wind swept in!

The lights in the corridor began to flicker, flickering and dimming, and Ma Luosha's pale and cold face was like a life-desiring ghost crawling out of hell.

He Qiang had never felt the breath of death at such a close distance. He was so scared that he took a cold breath, and he kept pulling on Wang Shuyue's clothes in a panic, shaking and urging:

"Hurry up, hit 110!"

Wang Shuyue said in her heart that it is not possible to call the police. The police are afraid that this demon is not enough to squeeze their teeth.

Seeing that Moroccan's ultimate move was about to come out, Shi Xiaowu was ready to go all out. When Wang Shuyue's brain was turning frantically, the elevator doors closed behind everyone suddenly "ding!"

"Haotian."

A cold whisper, with extremely strong penetrating power, hit the heart of Moraksha, and only shocked his whole body.

The elevator door slowly opened, and the moment the black-haired woman in the ancient light purple cheongsam appeared, the flickering light suddenly brightened for a moment.

Wang Shufen walked out of the elevator, the black wind receded, and Morosha's flamboyant robe also fell obediently.

"Boss, your handbag." In front of Ms. Ji Rui Wang Shufen in a black suit, she didn't look like an elite at all. She chased out from the elevator and held an orphan-level white handbag with respectful hands.

"Grandma Auntie!" Wang Shuyue's surprise was beyond words, thinking in her heart that the office was saved.

Wang Shufen nodded lightly, gave her a hmm, glanced up and down at her, and lifted her chin behind her back.

Ji Rui immediately handed the handbag to Wang Shuyue, Wang Shuyue took it smoothly, followed behind her aunt, and looked at the stunned Morusha with a little triumph.

What is Xiaoren Dezhi? With the backing, Wang Shuyue only feels that her waist can be straightened.

The woman walked gracefully, without anger, her whole body's momentum was completely reduced, but Shi Xiaowu still couldn't control her tight nerves.

When the woman walked in front of her, her cold eyes rolled away, and Shi Xiaowu suddenly understood that this was the backer behind Wang Shuyue--the existence of the rumored strength ceiling.

"The **** is polite!"

Shi Xiaowu put away the sword, bent over and held his fist, saluting in awe.

Wang Shufen's gaze did not stop too much on him, she raised her eyes to look at the tall and handsome man in red in front of him.

Moroccan stared at her blankly, as if he had been given a hold technique, motionless, only the tender blood eyes that moved with her nostalgia, shiny, like a big dog dog.

Wang Shuyue was a little surprised. She almost couldn't believe that the gentle, affectionate, undefended man in front of her was the indifferent, bloodthirsty, ghostly evil spirit, and the ghost king Morosa, who wanted to kill herself at every turn.

Also, I just heard my grandma call a name—Hao Tian.

This is the real name of Moroccan?

Such a righteous and awe-inspiring name, pressed against the big demon, is really full of sense of violation.

.......

When Wang Shuyue was complaining in her heart, Morossa's excitement had calmed down. His current mood can only be described as ecstatic.

He announced in an almost paranoid tone, "Sister, don't want to leave me alone!"

Sister?

This title...a bit rebellious.

Wang Shuyue looked at her aunt's grandmother in surprise. Faced with such an announcement, she just smiled contemptuously, raised her slender fingers, grabbed the man's chin, narrowed her eyes, and asked softly:

"This is not good, you said how should I punish you? That day you chose to leave, you and I have already terminated the relationship between the sisters and brothers of worship, you should call me Zixiao Shangxian now."

The jade finger contemplated the man's nearly perfect chin, then clung to his cheek, and finally lightly touched the man's neck.

The Adam’s apple rolled up and down, and Morossa’s gaze was so hot as to swallow the woman in front of him.

He didn't stop her movement, the most fragile place was completely exposed under her palm, and he muttered almost religiously:

"Sister, you really took my life, and I will give it to you too."

"Just beg you, don't leave me anymore... OK?"

The man's plea was humble to the extreme, Wang Shuyue was shocked by the sidelines, her pupils quaked!

"Fuck!" She couldn't help but let out a shock in her heart.

In the next second, cold eyes wrapped around her like a poisonous snake, unlike the infinite tenderness when facing Ms. Wang Shufen.

"Auntie, he stares at me~"

Thought she would still be afraid of him?

Wang Shuyue hid behind her grandmother, perfectly avoiding the man's dangerous gaze.

The jade hand on Morusha's neck tightened slightly, and he immediately felt her displeasure.

"If you want to stay, you have to recognize your identity, understand?" Wang Shufen warned.

Moroccan's eyes were dim, but more of the joy of being allowed to stay, he hurriedly promised:

"Sister, don't worry, if anyone dares to hurt Yueyue even a bit in the future, Haotian will tell that life is better than death, and regret coming to this world!"

Wang Shufen loosened his neck and stroked his cheek, which was a reward for her satisfaction.

But I still need to remind: "Don't frighten the children, you will be careful when you speak."

Moroccan nodded, tentatively holding the woman into his arms, but was not rejected, he immediately smiled gently at Wang Shuyue, looking like a **** good person.

From the beginning of the company, to grandma's grandmother's classical garden mansion, Wang Shuyue was in a state of constant impact from Sanguan.

Do you think it is the affectionate devil looking for Xiaojiao's wife?

NO!

It was the licking dog begging to stay with the queen.

Do you think it is your sister and brother who love each other?

No!

It's the overbearing queen and her rebellious brother, one willing to fight and the other to suffer.

Do you also think that this is a lover who finally gets married, a couple for life?

No!

"Remember your own identity, you are just a male favorite, don't try to cross the boundary, otherwise you will get out of here!"

Wang Shuyue's grandmother, Ms. Wang Shufen said to the glamorous and bloodthirsty Great Demon King.

At that time, the parties who heard this sentence included Wang Shuyue, He Qiang, and Wang Xiaowu.

In addition to Wang Xiaowu's unpleasant indifferent expression, He Qiang, as a man, feels the offense of a woman who has come to the strongest to a man.

As for Wang Shuyue, she looked at Ms. Moraksha carefully embraced in her arms, like a little wife, but in fact she has all the initiative and enjoys masculinity. She suddenly understood some of what her aunt had said to her before.

For example, as long as the main room is the three provinces, she can play the rest.

For example, it doesn't matter if a woman has three husbands and four servants. As long as you can live it, you can have as many beautiful men as you want.

At that time, Wang Shuyue thought that grandma was just screaming, but she never expected that her elderly family would put these words into practice!

It's numb, Wang Shuyue feels that she is really numb, and her scalp is numb!

"Let's rest, it's getting late." Wang Shufen sat on the sofa, resting his head on Morocha's broad shoulders, and playing with his slender fingers, and said lightly.

Moroccan is like the third junior who succeeded in taking the position, proudly raised an eyebrow at Wang Shuyue, mocking her for falling out of favor tonight.

Of course, after Ms. Wang Shufen's warning, he had realized that his position was far below Wang Shuyue, so he did not dare to show his ridicule obviously.

Standing in the hall, Wang Shuyue's mouth twitched slightly, and she glanced at Moraksha boldly, cursed the little fairy secretly, said goodbye with interest, and left the hall.

As soon as she left, the door of the hall closed with a bang, the bright lights in the room dimmed instantly, and the air was filled with ambiguous breath.

Wang Shufen got up, changed her posture, and leaned lazily on the sofa. The man smiled evilly and lay on her lap obediently, with his arms around her slender waist, closing his eyes, sniffing the air. Her taste almost shed tears with satisfaction.

Wang Shufen reached out and slid on the end of his flushed eyes. There was nothing but surprise in his eyes, not half moved.

"You gave the Yan Luo seal to Huniu?" Although she asked, her tone was affirmative.

With a faint tone, she couldn't hear her happiness or anger, but Morossa, who had been with her for hundreds of years, noticed a trace of unhappiness for the first time.

Before he could explain, she said something that broke his heart.

"Do you think you deserve to call her grandpa too?"

The word "uncle" was deliberately aggravated. When she was angry, she used this tone. Morussa knew it very well.

However, he was not afraid, nor regretful, he just felt that his blood was boiling.

Because she finally had dramatic emotional fluctuations because of him.

"Sister, are you going to punish me?" He opened his scarlet eyes and asked expectantly.

Wang Shufen was startled slightly, then laughed, stroked his eyebrows half seriously and half jokingly, and said softly:

"I really regret saving your poisonous snake in the first place."

Scarlet blood eyes condensed slightly, looking at her face, her eyes gradually hazy...

"Kill him, kill him, this is a monster, you can't let him live!"

The angry and unreasonable villagers raised their **** and sickle, and forced the thin boy to the corner. Those pairs of hateful eyes, who didn't know, thought how heinous the little boy had done to them.

However, in fact, he did nothing, just because of the natural blood eyes, it became the most disgusting existence in the village.

The mother died for giving birth to him, and the father blamed all the guilt on a baby who was less than three days old and directly discarded him.

The kind old grandma couldn’t bear to watch him starve to death, so she quietly took him home and fed him rice soup until he was three months old. Because the village chief’s cow somehow died, she forced her to throw him in the mountains, almost being demonized. The beast swallows.

It was a hunter who saved him, but he saved him only because his wife could not give birth to children and wanted a son to inherit the incense.

That should be regarded as the best time for him to live. Although he has to help with the work at home since he can walk, he has food, clothes, clothes and bed to sleep.

However, on the night of the seven-year-old, his parents discussed selling him.

Because the daughter of the village chief's family died, but at the age of six, his parents were reluctant to leave their daughter alone, so they found a boy of the right age and prepared to marry her.

At that moment, the boy suddenly realized that no one in this world would really treat him well.

The reason why they gave him clothes and food was because he was different from ordinary people since he was a child. He can remember things since he was born. Since he can walk, he has more energy than a seven or eight-year-old child and can help the family. Many things. UU reading www.uukānshu. com

The night before Orion brought someone to ask for someone, the boy ran away.

The goddess said that a boy is a perfect match for a girl. The village chief and his wife were so pampered with their daughter before they died, and they wanted to find a good relationship for her after death. How could they let this good son-in-law be spared?

The village chief gathered all the village elders to catch up with the boy, and the crowd was in a panic, and the boy who was more powerful than ordinary pushed the village chief by mistake.

But I didn't want to, the villager pushed and shoved, and the village chief accidentally knocked down on the boulder and swallowed.

At that moment, the boy felt the worst evil of mankind. He clearly saw that a young man deliberately stumbled on the village chief, but everyone pointed his finger at him.

"This is a monster. Can ordinary people have such eyes? I heard people say that only demons have such eyes!"

"Burn him, burn him, burn him!"

The village chief’s wife cried bitterly while holding the corpse.

Amidst the dense smoke in the sky, thunder was blasted in the sky, and the sky was clear and dark, and heavy rain fell, extinguishing the blazing flames.

The boy was choked with tears by the heavy smoke. When he was most desperate, a purple shirt fell in front of him, and his jade-like fingers wiped the tears from his face.

His sight became clear, and seeing the beautiful face, the boy held his breath.

He secretly thought, this is probably a fairy that only exists in the sky.

"From now on, you will be my Zixiao's younger brother, stop crying and come with me, this is not where you should be."

The girl left these words gently, turned around holding the sword, and passed among the villagers who bowed in fear, her proud posture was deeply imprinted in the boy's heart...

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