Matriarch is Pretty and Cool

Holding the screenwriting rights for the latest remake of "A Chronicle of the Mountain and Moon" in his hand, Liu Yuyou is more confident going home.

As soon as I entered the house, the atmosphere was very strange. Liu Yufei rushed up and took her arm, and whispered nervously: "Sister, the older brother seems to be mentally ill, so he stopped talking nonsense. He kept telling us that he was mentally ill. Not crazy."

Liu Yuyou felt a little uneasy, what did Bai Chuwei do? Is her mentally ill brother just fine?

Liu Yuyou took Liu Yufei to the elder brother Liu Zheng's room cautiously, and peeked inside through the window.

A servant and a housekeeper were accompanying Liu Zheng. He was sitting on the bed reading a book with a focused expression.

If it weren't for the toys for seven or eight-year-olds in his room, he wouldn't be able to tell that he had been mentally ill.

Liu Yuyou's heart trembled, and she pulled the worried Liu Yufei away quietly, without disturbing her elder brother, she sneered: "If he says he is not ill, he is really not ill? Mental illness likes to talk about himself Not sick yet."

Liu Yuyou smiled slightly: "I also said that I was not sick. It seems that my elder brother is getting sicker, so send him to a mental hospital these two days."

Liu Yufei shuddered by these words, and couldn't help holding out his thumb: "Sister, brilliant trick."

When you enter a mental hospital, you know what it means to be unhealthy every day and the ground is not working.

This is not mental illness, it must be turned into mental illness, right?

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The night outside the window was thick, the desk was full of bright incandescent lamps, and Snowball turned off the palm computer and sat aside looking at Bai Chuwei with a strange expression.

The old ancestor poured a bunch of treasures out of the space bag, and picked up anything that could become a treasure of the martial art.

There are practice secrets, spiritual stones that ancestors were reluctant to use, and some elixir and spiritual tools.

Snowball has no doubt that this pile of things can buy half of Europe.

Bai Chuwei was excited, took a brush and lightly dipped it with vermilion spirit ink, opened a book of practice secrets, and placed a side note with beautiful tiny handwriting.

Snowball screamed: ‘Old Ancestor, this is much simpler than the obscure "Longevity Formula", he understands it. ’

Without raising her head, Bai Chuwei continued to comment on the side, casually saying: "Then I will comment, he will be more clear at a glance, and practice faster."

Snowball: ‘...’

When it's over, its position as the number one in the hearts of the ancestors really cannot be kept.

Even if you don't sleep in the middle of the night, the ancestors didn't sleep. Why don't you go to alchemy when you have this time? ? !

Refining it with hundreds of pill, it doesn't fragrant!

Xueqiu is in grief and indignation, thinking it has been with its ancestors for twenty years, this year is the twenty-first year, it is not even better than Duan?

Xueqiu held his back to Bai Chuwei depressed, and waited for a long time to find that... the ancestor was paying attention, and he didn't even notice its behavior.

Snowball hugged a small cucumber and gnawed, his cheeks bulged, and suddenly squeaked: ‘Old ancestor, I actually have a better and faster way to increase his cultivation level! ’

Bai Chuwei paused with the pen in her hand and looked at Snowball with interest: "Oh?"

Snowball triumphantly: "Double repair. ’

Bai Chuwei's eyes flickered, and he sighed, old-fashioned and said: "Hey, the key is that he won't let me sleep."

The ancestor touched his chin and couldn't help but start to reflect on himself.

Could it be that she was too obvious in the past, giving Duan Feihan a feeling of "the old ancestor just wanted to prostitute you for nothing, what's the matter?"?