Frog has become a sperm

Shen house.

The luxury car drove into the house, the waiting servant stepped forward and opened the door, a calfskin shoe that was polished and shiny stepped out, followed by the owner of the shoe, a thin figure walked out slowly.

The door opened, a person walked in, the butler took the coat that had been taken off, and after the master sat down, the servant served the tea, put it down gently, and retreated quietly, without making a sound during the process.

Picking up the exquisite cup, pursing her light-colored thin lips and putting it down, Danfeng squinted: "Where are they?"

"Go back to Master, Missy and Miss Zhen haven't come back for two days."

"Oh?" Shen Weihong raised his bland eyebrows: "What happened?"

Since the Cheng family was taken over by Cheng Jin, his younger sister and his niece stayed at home, expressly saying that they had nowhere to go, but secretly begging him to help them take the Cheng family back.

The Cheng family, huh, these two trashes have planned for many years, but they were all ruined by their stupidity.

Shen Weihong, Shen's eldest son, Shen Weilan's biological brother, and Shen Zhen's biological uncle.

Obviously he should be at the age of no doubts, but the years seem to have ignored him and did not leave deep marks on him. As an elder brother, Shen Weihong looks younger than Shen Weilan, and he can even be said to be a young man.

Facing the unchanged face of the master's family for decades, the old housekeeper who has served the Shen family for many years has not changed at all, and respectfully tells everything he knows: "Miss and Miss Zhen went to the Nan family The Patriarch, seems to have offended the young man next to the Patriarch of the Nan Family, and was sent by the Patriarch of the Nan Family to farm in the suburbs." The old housekeeper is also a person who has experienced big storms at such an old age, and he will talk about this matter, and he will also experience it. Can't help but get stuck.

"Planting the land?" Shen Weihong pondered for a moment: "Where's Cheng Fang?"

"Uncle Cheng Fang, uh, was also sent by Cheng Jin to meet Miss Zhen." The old housekeeper continued.

What is the meeting? It's not that the unfilial son was also let off by Lao Tzu to farm.

Shen Weihong smiled, there was no enthusiasm in his narrowed eyes.

"Let's go." Shen Weihong stood up.

The old housekeeper's eyes were dark, without saying anything, he handed over the coat just now with both hands respectfully.

Shen Weihong took the coat and put it on. After adjusting his clothes, he walked up to the second floor, and the old housekeeper silently followed closely.

After going up to the second floor, Shen Weihong went straight to his study.

The door of the study room was opened, and the furnishings inside were what a study room should look like. The ancestors of the Shen family were from a scholarly family, and Shen Weihong also had a bookish air. After entering the study room, the old butler closed the door and locked it.

After the door was locked, a bookshelf in Shen Weihong's study slowly moved away automatically, and behind the bookshelf, a wooden door appeared.

The old butler turned a blind eye and stood in front of the door, motionless.

Shen Weihong didn't look at him again, stood in front of the door and adjusted his clothes again, opened the door and walked in.

The moment the door was pushed open, a dark red light flashed behind the door, which seemed to convey an ominous feeling.

Shen Weihong walked down a narrow and long step, and every step he took, the wall lamps on the stone walls on both sides lit up one after another, but although the wall lamps were bright, under the dark environment at this time, it seemed that they were So dark and eerie.

The steps went all the way down, and at the end of it was a gate, a gate made of steel.

Walking to the door, Shen Weihong didn't choose to push it open, but put his hand gently on the door, red light reflected from his hand, and the door slowly opened.

This is a basement, no, it would be more appropriate to call it a plaza.

The dark underground square is surrounded by all kinds of strange stone sculpture buildings. If you look carefully, it seems to come from a foreign land. These stone sculptures have people and animals in all kinds of strange shapes. The dark red pigment on the stone sculptures is more like blood stained. superior.

Shen Weihong walked through the stone sculptures without looking sideways, walked straight to the middle, and stopped when he was almost close.

In the central area of ​​the underground square, there is a black altar built here, on which are enshrined several statues of gods. These statues are much more exquisite than the stone carvings outside, but their faces have a strange feeling in their eyes.

Shen Weihong just glanced at it, then lowered his head and didn't dare to look any more. He always felt that his mind would be sucked away by those statues, especially...

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced a little, and at the end of those god statues, there was a shrine, which was covered by a black cloth, and no one knew what god statue was inside.

"coming."

A gloomy and hoarse voice suddenly sounded from behind Shen Weihong, which made him turn around in a hurry, and found that at some point, a shadowy figure was standing behind him.

The black shadow man was wrapped in black cloth from head to toe, so he couldn't see his face clearly, and he didn't look like a serious person from his voice.

Shen Weihong turned a blind eye to the black shadow man's attire. At this moment, he lowered his noble head and said respectfully to the black shadow man: "Master, I have already arranged your orders, and the situation outside has been very stable. , under control, just don't know when we will start to stop."

"What are you in a hurry for?" The shadow man's voice was not only hoarse and gloomy, but a trace of frailty and oldness could be heard from it.

The shadow man walked to the altar while talking, and slowly sat on the futon on the ground in front of the altar.

Following the line of sight, it can be seen that with the altar as the center, the ground is covered with blood-colored mysterious runes, and each rune exudes a gloomy atmosphere. In the center of the runes, that is, in front of the altar, there is a Aquamarine crystal.

At this time, traces of black air rose from the runes on the ground, like a wisp of blue smoke, quickly gathered towards the emerald green crystal ball.

The original green crystal ball gradually became darker after absorbing the black air.

"Not enough." The hoarse and gloomy voice said.

Shen Weihong didn't change his expression at this scene, and continued to respectfully say: "Please rest assured, Master, I will definitely let this virus continue to expand."

"Very good." The black shadow man said with a smile: "You can take this."

The black shadow man threw an object, and Shen Weihong, who had always been calm, seemed to see some rare treasure, his eyes widened, his face flushed, and he took it in a hurry.

It was a small transparent bottle, which contained a few milliliters of something that looked like blood, but Shen Weihong held it tightly in his hands and covered his chest very precious.

"My lord God Master's instructions will definitely be perfectly fulfilled next time. Please wait for me, Master God Master."

"Have you investigated the Nan family?" the shadow man asked again.

Shen Weihong frowned: "That boy from the Nan family should have been eliminated by him eight years ago, but he is very stubborn. Now that he has grown up, he only relies on mortal methods, even I shy away from him."

"He didn't seem to be affected by the head-down set by the master's disciple last time."

"Hmph." The shadow man snorted coldly: "What a high-ranking disciple, he's just a useless piece of trash. The people from the Nan family will not be moving for now, but there are some strange things around him, you need to pay more attention to them."

Shen Weihong: "Yes! If necessary, I will bring someone over for you to study it carefully, Master."

"Hmph." The shadow man smiled in satisfaction.

"To add licorice."

"And dried ginger."

"Just add more garlic."

Qiqi paused, and looked suspiciously at the young man who was holding a book and reading it seriously: "Xiaolu, do you want to add garlic too?"

The book in his hand was moved down, revealing the young man's handsome face, with a pair of big black eyes that were extraordinarily beautiful.

"The book says that the medicine for treating wind and cold is like this."

The book says...

Qiqi looked at the Compendium of Materia Medica, and twitched the corners of her mouth: "Is this Chinese medicine useful?"

Xiaolu rested her chin on the book: "But western medicine didn't work, why don't you try traditional Chinese medicine."

Little Master Qiqi sighed, turned her head to look at the fat cat who was dozing on the sofa, and ran over: "Sansan, is it true that you can't cure Grandpa Fang's illness?"

Sansan is lying on the sofa. The location here is very good, and he can still enjoy the sun. He is squinting and drowsy. He is full of displeasure when he is disturbed: "Shouldn't human beings go to the doctor when they are sick? It's a monster." Turned over and continued to sleep.

Qiqi looked at Xiaolu helplessly, and Xiaolu also spread her small hands to her, with a helpless expression on her face.

"Qiqi, what Sansan said makes sense." Xiaolu glanced at Sansan and lowered her voice: "He's a monster, and he can't make food for others. For the sake of Grandpa Fang's safety, let's do it ourselves."

Xiaolu was able to find this Compendium of Materia Medica because after Sansan refused, he dug it out from Nanzheng's study, no matter why he dug it out from the high-ranking elite's study, it seems a bit old and out of tune The book, anyway, he found this book, and found a prescription for curing colds in it.

Uncle Fang is sick.

Dizziness, fever, runny nose, and coughing are very similar to the viral flu mentioned on TV. The leaders on TV suggest that citizens should be sent to the hospital for observation if they find such needles in their family members.

After discovering Uncle Fang’s symptoms, Nanzheng immediately invited the family doctor to check on Uncle Fang. After confirming that it was a virus flu, he was finally hospitalized for observation at the request of Uncle Fang. After all, the hospital is equipped with complete equipment and machines, which is more convenient. The VIP ward alone, going in and out for inspections, will not make the condition worse, but even so, considering that Uncle Fang is old, illness will take a toll on his body.

This virus flu is coming fiercely, so far there is no news of the recovery of the infected person, and no vaccine has been developed.

Thinking of Uncle Fang who lives in the hospital, Xiaolu is very worried. Uncle Fang is really kind to him, and makes him a lot of delicious food. Besides Nan Zheng, he is really the old man who loves him the most.

The other one is Qiqi. Uncle Fang really loves Qiqi like a granddaughter. He enrolls her in schools, dance classes and painting classes, and picks her up when she is free. Qiqi really likes Uncle Fang very much, and she can't see Fang Uncle looks sick.

"No, Xiaolu, you can't make medicine according to this book." Qiqi picked up the small medicine jar on the table, and dumped all the messy things inside into the trash can. "

Xiaolu followed behind her: "Okay, I don't know many words, maybe I misread just now, it's not garlic, okay okay." Seeing Qiqi staring at him seriously, Xiaolu said quickly : "Then what do you say?"

"Ama said that Grandpa Fang will be fine, but I want to see him. When Ahma comes back, let's go and see Grandpa Fang together."

Qiqi put her hips on her hips, with a serious and serious expression: "I will make cold medicine myself."

"Would you do it?" Xiaolu didn't quite believe it. In fact, he thought that he could give Uncle Fang a piece of the four-leaf clover he saved, and he should be cured of his illness.

Qiqi nodded: "I can make it."

"My mother taught me to make cold medicine. It is a cold medicine with magic power. It may be effective against viral flu."

Xiaolu was surprised: "Really."

"Whether it's true or not, let's try it first, and then I'll try it for you first." Xiaolu pulled Qiqi and said excitedly, anyway, he should be fine if he eats some dirty food.

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感谢在2019-12-0219：48：30～2019-12-0622：48：51期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: riding a snail and running wildly, Xiaobai obediently 5 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!