The Queen’s Adorable Wife: The President’s Black Heart Lotus

While Le Zhiyao was frightened and dealing with Xi He, Tudouwo sniffed in frustration on the steps.

A good master will never see you again. His own spiritual power has long been sealed, so he can only worry.

Seeing that he was in a low mood, Mo Weicheng took out two bottles of wine that had just come out of the wine cellar from his arms and handed one over:

"Boy, relieve your worries in one breath."

Tudou waved his hand: "I am a god and I don't drink."

He looked serious and said nonsense. Mo Weicheng was stunned for a moment, and then the man burst out laughing.

"Hey, then you have to help me see if I, Third Master, will have any windfall in my life. If I can't, I can just reveal the next lottery number."

Tudou heard that he was joking, thinking that he was a good god who abided by heaven's rules, and continued to give serious advice:

"I can't interfere with the fate of mortals. Only a stupid woman can, but she has a crow's mouth and can always say something to make people miserable. You definitely don't want to do that."

Mo Weicheng just thought it was a kid's whimsical joke and took a sip of wine while suppressing his laughter:

"You brat, I'll forget it. Don't pretend to be my bastard brother's wife. I might deduct your wages."

Hearing that he was talking about Le Zhiyao, Tudou's eyes couldn't help but feel sour. He had been sealed for a thousand years and finally reunited with his master. Although that woman was now greedy for life and afraid of death, she was also his master.

He raised his face and tried hard to hold back his tears. After a while, he gratefully gave out some secrets:

"Third Master, although you don't have great fortune or a wife, you have a son. Do more good deeds and we will meet him in the future."

"puff"--

Mo Weicheng couldn't hold it in and spit out a mouthful of wine. He held his belly and laughed so hard that his face turned red and he couldn't speak clearly.

The noise was so loud that it attracted the fat man who was packing his equipment nearby. When he heard what was going on, he laughed so loudly that he barely punched the ground a few times.

"If third brother really has such a son, from now on I will recognize you as my ancestor Dou, and I will worship you sincerely during every year and festival."

"Brother Dou, no, Master Dou, do you think I will be successful in the rest of my life?"

As soon as the fat man shouted, more and more people gathered around him, half teasing and half emotional, which cleared away most of the depressive atmosphere accumulated in the past few days.

Tudou has only been in the world for a short time, and has not yet understood the world's ways of enjoying life despite hardship. Hearing that they did not believe him, he glanced at the sky warily. Seeing that the sky was still clear and blue with clouds, he breathed a sigh of relief and began to speak eloquently:

"My sister, no, my master used to be very powerful. She is in charge of punishing evil and promoting good in the world. There are few people in the past and present who can get her to predict the fate. They are all treacherous and evil people. Eighteen levels of hell Did you hear that she stuffed most of it in? I don’t know why she fell in love with your master and made him a useless wife. Even the most unpromising Night Walker laughed at me."

Mo Weicheng was a little unhappy after hearing this. Although Situ Yu usually didn't respect him as an older brother, he still defended his younger brother as an older brother.

So he patted Tudou on the shoulder: "Although my younger brother is not as good as me in everything, he has a good skin and can make money. There are many women outside who want to take advantage of him, but he is too lazy to deal with it. My brother and sister are not at a loss with him. I will see you next time." He, you are half a brother-in-law, if you ask him for this more, he will be willing to give it up."

He gestured like money, raised his eyebrows at Tudou, and finally came back to his senses:

"Where is my son?"

"Don't ruin my reputation. I won't be able to get a wife in the future. Let's see how I can complain to my siblings."

Someone around immediately echoed: "I don't believe you when you say that the fat man has children. The third master really has no other hobbies except wine and money."

The fat man immediately slapped the man in the face: "You bastard, your skin is itchy and you're hurting me."

But Tudou was more serious: "You have a son, his mother Meng Qian."

Hearing this name, Mo Weicheng's whole figure seemed to be struck by lightning, and he froze in a daze. The precious wine bottle in his hand seemed to have lost its restraints and hit the ground with a loud "clang" sound. The mellow smell of wine filled the air. , didn't even attract his attention at all.

Meng Qian——

This name is like a python dormant in the cold winter, squinting its eyes after a long sleep.

He has a child, born to Meng Qian.

No, when did he have that kind of relationship with her?

The fragments of memory were pieced together bit by bit. In the dense forest at dusk, he fell tiredly to the ground, and his eyes that were almost out of focus weakly narrowed the small gaps.

Not far away was a broken back figure, which seemed to be confronting something. The clothes on his back were falling apart nervously, but he did not dare to move at all.

He knew that he was facing a life and death crisis, but unfortunately at this time, he was no different from the fish waiting to be slaughtered on the chopping board.

Brother, my life depends on you.

I haven’t married a wife yet, I haven’t tasted the wine hidden in the wolf cub, I haven’t been to Weiss Casino once…

I have thought a lot, as if I can achieve it as long as I live.

He was indeed alive. The person who saved him was a female mercenary. She dragged her half-injured body and fought an adult wild wolf to death with her bare hands.

Meng Qian.

A woman who looks nothing like a woman.

It saved his life, but also harmed the entire band of brothers.

When she found out the truth, she disappeared into thin air.

"impossible."

Moweicheng had never been so serious before. He dropped these words and left without looking back, leaving only the fat man in a fog.

"Douzi, the third master really has a son?"

Someone asked tentatively that Tudou could not fully understand some of human reactions, but the secrets of heaven could not be revealed too much, so they had to honestly follow the rules of heaven: "We will meet if we are destined."

On the other side, Situ Yu and others were led to the mysterious man.

The other party was polite and called "Master Yu" and motioned for him to sit down.Then he took the tea set and shook it in the tea.

Situ Yu glanced at the tea set and recognized it as a celadon-glazed ink lotus teapot. Even though he was well-informed, he couldn't help but be surprised.

"Lao Hui is so elegant and cheerful."

The old man's hand that was warming the cup paused slightly, and his eyes fell on the teapot, looking quite proud.

"When I was young, the war caused the root of the disease. I tried many methods but could not cut off the root."

"The Grandmaster gave me this treasure, saying it was a treasure from the Immortal Family. I didn't believe it at first, and I just thought of it as a tea. Guess what."

Pretending to be mysterious, he put down the cup and began to divide the tea leaves while introducing more proudly: "You are a lucky boy."

Situ Yu glanced at it lightly and murmured in his heart, the most inconspicuous thing in my wife's house has become a rarity in your hands.

Then he remembered that Yaoyao had given up the immortal path for him, which a mortal could never dream of, and followed him to this filthy human world, and a warm feeling came to his heart.

"I won't disturb Hui Lao Yaxing. Where is Xi He?"

He has been away from home for a month, cutting off all contact for Yaoyao's safety. No one can imagine how he spent these days.

Only by catching Xi He as soon as possible can Yaoyao be safe.

When he thought that he coveted his wife, Situ Yu wanted to slap himself a few times, because he didn't understand people well.

"Why bother." Hui Lao pushed the brewed tea in front of him, "A woman, if you brothers cooperate, she will be more powerful than gold."

Situ Yu put his hand on the tea table, controlled his emotions, and said coldly to the old man who was chatting and laughing in front of him:

"She's my wife."

"Young Master Yu calculated everything, but it seems he once again neglected to calculate human nature."

Feeling that something was wrong, Situ Yu's heart beat violently for no reason.

Something happened to Yaoyao.