After marrying Long Jun, he said that I climbed high

Another quarter of an hour passed.

The people who had just escaped saw that there was no movement in the house, and the resentment of the ghosts outside the courtyard had dissipated without a trace. They thought that the young man should subdue Xie Yinxiang in time, and the group of people bravely fought back. Come back, thinking about waiting for an opportunity to get a share.

One person said: "What should I say, with the strength of our family, we can still be restrained by that mere ghost?"

This group of people can't do anything else, but one hits louder than the other after the fact.

Luosang first noticed the unusual deepness in the eyes of the two snuggling by the bed, and smiled in a not-so-authentic official language: "Your pants are not dry yet, but your skin is thicker than the city walls of Jindu! "

As soon as this remark was said, the whole room burst into laughter.

"Young master, wake up." The servant called 'Xiao Chu' knelt in front of the boy, tears streaming down his face.

Xiao Chu's voice was that of an ordinary man, and his crying was dull and long.

Cui Yan looked displeased, wondering why someone could cry so hard to hear, it was very different from Fu Xuan's soft, unrestrained and thought-provoking cries in the past.

He took three steps at a time, took Xiao Chu by the back collar, pulled the noisy Xiao Chu away from the young man, and generously stuffed the Nine-turn Resurrection Pill sent by the Taishang Laojun into the young man's mouth.

Xiao Chu was like a fried rooster, "What did you eat for my son, do you know who he is, how dare he dare?"

But he was frightened by Cui Yan's stare, and he was not familiar with the place here, so he didn't dare to do it again.

Xiao Chu had no choice but to help the boy who lost his mind, crying, patted the boy's back with one hand, and put his other hand into his son's mouth, trying to pick out the little red pill.

Cui Yanyun said calmly: "I don't care what his identity is, if he doesn't take this medicine, he will definitely be a dead man stretching his legs and staring."

"You, you, you actually cursed my son"

After the boy took the medicine, the medicine took effect very quickly, his body gradually warmed up, and his limbs and bones seemed to be filled with new blood.

He opened his eyelids heavily, "Xiao Chu, those who didn't know thought you were mourning for me."

"Master, son, it's great that you are awake. Thank you Nine Heavens Xuannv, Queen Mother, Xiao Chu will devote herself to worshiping Buddha, chanting scriptures, burning incense and bathing every day. Amituofo, Amituofo."

Xiao Chu sincerely kowtowed three times to the west.

Fu Xuan hurriedly got off the bed with a pale face, arguing: "You man! Obviously it was Cui Lang who saved your son's life, so you have to thank Queen Mother Xuan, can you do it?"

Because he was scalded by the red lotus karmic fire, the whole ghost lost his body, and his skin, which was originally white as snow, seemed to have been branded with a plum blossom iron, and bright red clusters of flowers extended from both sides of his cheeks to his weak and thin collarbone. place.

Fu Xuan felt that Xiao Chu didn't know right from wrong, and wanted to compete with him.

And I just misunderstood the man, and I didn't know how to coax him, so I wanted to stand up for Cui Yan, but I didn't know that I attracted a group of men's lewd eyes like hungry wolves.

But it doesn't matter to him, at best, it's just a little bit of personal charm accidentally exuded, but it's a happy thing to hear.

One of them was bold, leaned over pretending to be familiar, and echoed: "What Xiao Lang said is true, this brother saved your son's life, but you bit Lu Dongbin back. Oops , It's really chilling!"

Seeing someone speak up for him, Fu Xuan smiled at that person, "Thank you for your righteous words."

Seeing that Fu Xuan did not reject his 'good intention', this person felt that there was an opportunity, so he got closer and boldly said provocatively: "I don't know what kind of incense Mr. Xiaolang rubs, it is so heart-wrenching."

"It's just some ordinary makeup powder." Fu Xuan's ears were itchy with heat, so he had to take a small step forward, touching Cui Yan's back.

Xiao Chu is a deadhead, even though Cui Yan saved his son, he still thinks that Cui Yan and Fu Xuan are the generation of snakes and rats, and they don't deserve to be thanked.

"Hmph, what else can Xiao Chu say about a male whore who takes pleasure in hooking up with men and a group of lechers who talk to him."

Seeing that he was alone and helpless, he said stiffly, "My lord, you can see that they are both stuck together! And when we came in just now, they were hugging each other on the bed in disheveled clothes, doing some nasty deeds for others to see." Needle eyes will grow!"

"Stop talking nonsense again. If this young master hadn't rescued me, I would have died in martyrdom long ago. How can I listen to your complaints here?"

The young man sternly taught him a lesson, and then clasped his fists at them and said, "My lord, Zhao Xu, is a disciple of Xuanyin Pavilion in Qingcheng Mountain, do you know your surnames?"

Fu Xuan's heart moved, it turned out that this person was called Zhao Xu, and his name was catchy.

"My slave Fu Xuan. This is this..." He was at a loss for words for a while, not knowing how to introduce the relationship between himself and Cui Yan.

Especially in front of this Zhao Xu.

If she said that she was the empress of the palace he had passed through, then if Cui Yan's good deeds were ruined, according to the man's vigorous and resolute methods, she would not be able to spare herself.

After weighing the pros and cons, Fu Xuan said firmly, "This is my distant cousin, Cui Yan."

After finishing speaking, he even winked at Cui Yan in a very considerate manner, showing that his original proposal was written from the bottom of his heart!

Although Cui Yan's face still looked as dark as a dead bride, but nothing was clarified.

So Fu Xuan felt more and more that Cui Yan was genuinely moved by Zhao Xu.

Looking carefully at this Zhao Xu is indeed good-looking, soft but not charming, slender, and compassionate.

Thinking about what kind of little fairy officials in the heavenly palace he preferred before, and now he is in love with monks in the mortal world, his tastes have been surprisingly consistent for thousands of years, and they all prefer refined and abstinent.

No wonder the harder I try to be happy, the less favored I am!

Master Pluto of Emotion doesn't like him who is good at living, has few things, can be sloppy, and can lick!

Zhao Xu asked: "Brother Cui, that ghost just wanted to take my life in such a vicious way, but you caught her just now?"

Xiao Chu questioned: "My lord, how could it be the two of them!"

Zhao Xu shook his head and sighed: "Xiao Chu, don't be so rude to my savior. You have been with me since you were a child and went to Qingcheng Mountain to learn from a teacher, but you are playful by nature and have no roots of wisdom. Up to now, you are still a mortal child with naked eyes. The true god came to the world. Thanks to the strength of Cui brother's temple, I don't care about you. Hurry up and bow your head to the two of you to admit your mistake!"

No matter how stubborn Xiao Chu's temper is, his arms still won't be able to twist his thighs after all, so he can only pretend to say: "It was Xiao Chu who offended me just now, please forgive me, my lords."

Fu Xuan's face was full of indifference: "Hey, forget it, it's nothing more than a few words of mild anger, and there will be no loss of meat. I think you should ask a doctor for Grandma Xue and Miss Xue first."

The Langzhong of Renshou Hall was sleepy, and just about to turn off the lights and go to bed, he was pulled to the back house in a carriage by the servants of Xue's house.

While screaming and disturbing people's dreams, he happily accepted a generous consultation fee.

After his pulse check, Mrs. Xue Li was fine except for being a little frightened. Ms. Xue's condition was a little serious but not difficult to treat.

The doctor stroked his beard, picked up the Langhao pen and wrote down two prescriptions.The servants boiled the medicinal soup and gave it to them, and the mother and daughter came back to their senses.