Little Mr. is one hundred years old

Long Zhao, Gu Yuehua, Zhong Li, Ji Zhiqiu, Chongqiu...the five "persons" each occupy one side, and the whole living room is shrouded in a strange atmosphere.

"Let's stop the war." The first person to speak was Zhong Jia: "For the sake of Qinghuan, let's treat it as a short-term truce."

The air froze.

"Okay, I agree." It was Gu Yuehua who responded first.

Ji Zhiqiu looked at the other two, and then raised his hand: "Okay." In fact, he is the weakest of them, and he is not stupid. At a time like this, just follow the crowd.

Zhong Li narrowed his eyes, but finally nodded: "Hmph, for joy..."

In the end, everyone's eyes were on Long Zhao, the owner. Long Zhao gently caressed the wrench on his finger, and said lazily, "That's it."

At this moment, two Qing Huan came in, and Xiao Jiujiu, who was in the middle of them, held the hands of the two "dads", with big smiles on his face, obviously very excited.

"It seems that you guys had a good chat." One of them, Qing Huan, said.

"This is your illusion, Qing Huan." Zhong Li said.

Another Qing Huan asked: "Then what are you talking about?"

"We're talking about your fit." Shige replied.

"I fit together... That's my own business, so you don't have to worry about it." Qing Huan let go of Jiujiu's hand: "Go, go to your father."

Jiujiu let go of the hands of the two fathers, and with a flat mouth, he walked towards Long Zhao with some reluctance—probably to show off, he rarely hugged Jiujiu, and put him on his lap , Jiujiu hugged his neck immediately flattered.

"We're getting together." Qing Huan said, "I hope you don't disturb us."

Just like what Qing Huan said, the fit is really his own business, and other people can't help at all, so the so-called truce for Qing Huan just now, in Qing Huan's view, is really superfluous, that is, male It's just ridiculous self-esteem among animals.

Watching the two Qinghuans go upstairs, Gu Yuehua coughed dryly, then turned to Jiujiu who was being hugged by Long Zhao: "Jiujiu, what did your two fathers say outside just now?"

Jiujiu's reaction was to look at Long Zhao first - he asked his father for his opinion when his father was not around.

Long Zhao nodded lightly: "Speak."

The other "people" all pricked up their ears to listen.

"Actually... I didn't understand very well... They asked how the other one was doing at the beginning, and then they talked about past memories..." Although Jiujiu's voice was small, he articulated clearly, "Then Dad asked I went to play next to it, and I heard a few words..."

"What word?"

"What did you say about Qishan...cultivation...apprentice...and seals..." Jiujiu's memory is not bad.

Several "persons" looked at each other, then Long Zhao put down Jiujiu and said to him: "Jiujiu, let's go outside and play."

Jiujiu's big eyes were watery: "Can't Jiujiu stay inside?"

Long Zhao said exactly what he said: "I can't."

If it was Qing Huan now, Jiu Jiu might act like a baby, but he would never dare to be in front of Long Zhao, so he went out obediently.

"About this matter," Gu Yuehua said, "I think we must figure it out."

"As far as I know, this matter has involved many people," Zhong Ke said slowly, "including everyone here."

"So what if we know?" Zhong Li didn't care much: "This is all in the past."

"Aren't you afraid?" Ji Zhiqiu asked.

Zhong Li frowned and sneered: "What did you say?"

"I don't want to be abandoned by Qing Huan, so you are running away, aren't you?" Because according to the current information, the ending of the incident thousands of years ago is abandonment and being abandoned.

Zhong Li clenched his hand tightly, but then let go, he said: "If it wasn't for Qing Huan, you would have died countless times already."

"If it wasn't for Qing Huan," Ji Zhiqiu laughed at himself, "I don't care how many times I die."

The atmosphere in the living room froze again.

--segmentation--

Qing Huan stepped forward carefully, and tried her best to overcome the feeling that the soul wanted to get out, and let herself control her body.

Finally, he came down from the European body, he let out a long breath, and then he heard a familiar coughing sound, looked into the corner of the living room, and saw Chen Ziran standing there, coughing while covering his lips——

"Chen Ziran, look, I can control my body!" Qing Huan shouted happily to Chen Ziran.

Hearing Qing Huan's voice, Chen Ziran threw the things in his hand into the trash can, then turned to face Qing Huan, a faint smile appeared on his slightly pale face: "Really? That's great."

Qing Huan walked towards Chen Ziran with a smile, and when he was about to walk in front of Chen Ziran, he felt a sudden loss of strength, and then watched his body lean forward—but his soul stayed in place.

Chen Ziran hugged Qing Huan's weak body, then looked at Qing Huan's soul, saw him showing a depressed expression, and said: "It's okay, it's much better than before. As long as your soul is intact, you can completely control this body. can be revived."

Qing Huan murmured, "I hope..."

Chen Ziran hugged Qing Huan's body: "I'll take him back to the room first, you wait for me here."

"Oh."

Looking at Chen Ziran's back, Qing Huan always feels...he seems a bit reluctant...

Qing Huan thought of something - just now, with sharp eyes, he clearly saw Chen Ziran throwing something into the trash can - as if he deliberately didn't let himself see it...

Seeing that Chen Ziran had gone upstairs, Qing Huan turned around and squatted next to the trash can to pick up what Chen Ziran had thrown away just now—crumpled into a ball...it was a handkerchief.

Qing Huan picked up the handkerchief to look at it, and opened it, only to find that on the handkerchief...a striking red spot...it was so red that it was black, but it was still wet, and the smell...was blood.

Chen Ziran was coughing just now, and he covered his mouth...so this is actually...

Chen Ziran vomited blood! ! ! !

Qing Huan realized this, and her eyes widened in disbelief—he vomited blood...

What does that mean?

Originally, he thought that Chen Ziran was just coughing, but if he vomited blood...for an ordinary human being, what does it mean to vomit blood...

very scary.

Chen Ziran told him that he just had a cold, but now that he thought about it—he had a cold for a long time and was coughing all the time, is it possible? ...

Chen Ziran put Qing Huan's body on the bed, and breathed a sigh of relief - he really couldn't do what he wanted, he could feel his body, the sense of powerlessness that his muscles couldn't support.

He went into the bathroom first, rinsed his mouth to dilute the bloody smell in his mouth, then straightened his clothes, went out of the room, and went downstairs to find Qing Huan.

He saw Qing Huan sitting on the sofa with her knees hugged, her head lowered, she didn't know what she was thinking about, but she seemed dejected, probably because she felt lost because she couldn't really control her body.

Chen Ziran walked over slowly and touched his head: "It's all right, soon, soon you can be resurrected." Chen Ziran probably knew that Qing Huan's other souls are also gathered in this city now, and now he needs It's just time.

Qing Huan still did not speak.

Chen Ziran walked around to the front of the sofa, sat down beside Qing Huan, and continued to comfort him: "Don't put too much pressure on yourself... Qing Huan...cough cough..."

Hearing Chen Ziran's cough, Qing Huan couldn't bear it any longer, turned around and threw herself into Chen Ziran's arms, "Chen Ziran...why did you lie to me...you don't have a cold at all...how could a cold spit blood...you always Lied to me...since I went to England...had been lied to me..."

Chen Ziran was startled, and then saw the corner of the handkerchief Qing Huan was holding, and he knew...he couldn't hide it anymore.

Chen Ziran took a deep breath and said, "Qing Huan, cough cough...Actually, vomiting blood is not necessarily a serious illness, I just..."

"Just what?" Qing Huan's eyes widened, but she couldn't utter the lie that she was about to blurt out.

"Hee hee, I'm just going to die." The voice, always with a strange emphasis, came from M.

Qing Huan turned her head to see M who was dressed in black, walking towards her like a god of death, and was dumbfounded: "M, what did you say?"

M walked in front of Qing Huan, bent down, looked at Qing Huan, and raised the corner of his mouth: "I have said long ago that human beings are very fragile, they will get sick and die... He is sick, so... he will die."