Those years when I hunted demons in Dali Temple

Chapter 102
"Xiao Liu, my Xiao Liu——"

A woman dressed as a woman, wearing bright water-red clothes, knelt beside Yang Liu's body, crying so much that I felt pitiful and pitiful. The elegant uncle in the colorful robe helped her up with eyes full of pity.

Lu Qi and Zheng Jiubian are also very similar.

When Dao saw it, his eyes hurt.

The three women who followed to claim the body looked a bit unserious.

That little waist twisted and twisted.

As soon as Dao looked at it, he was worried, afraid that they would twist him.

The cause of death of the deceased was found out, and family members came to claim it, so the bodies of the six people were placed in the yard of the autopsy room, not in the room, except for the three masters who came to claim them. After giving birth, their families followed.

Complete the matter of claiming the dead body.

Several families are preparing to leave Dali Temple.

Wang Xuanzhi said at the right time, "Wait a minute, I have some things in my hands, and I need a few aunts to identify them."

The word "aunt" made the faces of the three women change together.

At home on weekdays, they are called their wives.

It's really too much for this Dali Temple Minister to just call their identities away.

They felt panicky hot on their faces, and everyone's eyes fell on them.

The aunt of the Yang family squeezed the brocade handkerchief in her hand and wiped the corners of her eyes vainly. She said, "My Xiaoliu died too badly. If Siqing has nothing important to do, let us go back first, so it's okay—— woo woo - let him be buried."

The beauty started to cry, that was a pear blossom hit by the rain.

There is also a whirling voice.

Many people in Dali Temple unconsciously lost half of their bodies.

Wang Xuanzhi glanced over, straightened his spine immediately, and raised his head to look at the sky.

The aunt of the Yang family turned her head again, and called out delicately: "Yang Lang——"

Dao Yi fought a cold war.

The uncle of the Yang family was very useful, and walked over to hold her catkin, "What are you going to do, my son is dead, and what do you want my wife to look at, do you have to force my family to death?"

The meaning of Yang Lao Er is very obvious. As long as his aunt is watching people, he is killing his whole family. If he is so ignorant, it turns out to be the Yang Jia Erlang who once shined at the poetry meeting. It is really shocking. jaw.

These words made everyone present dumbfounded.

The men in charge of the Lu and Zheng families who came here together, although they also love their aunt, they are not so out of their minds. They looked at the aunt who was holding Yang's second son, and couldn't help but look at their aunt. Disgusted for no reason.

When did they disregard having a wife in the family and let it fend for itself, pampering such a concubine exclusively?

How long will it take to be as confused as Yang Laoer again?
No, they can't figure it out.

Daoyi asked leisurely, "Siqing, I heard you call them aunts, these three children, they are so sad, are all these children born to them?"

"No." Wang Xuanzhi shook his head cooperatively.

"What about Yang Liu's mother?"

"All dead."

"Motherless children are so pitiful."

The aunt of the Yang family was crying vigorously, but was suddenly interrupted by the words of these two people. She didn't cry, she didn't cry, she didn't cry, and there were still tears on her face that didn't affect her makeup. A not-so-smooth job, but also taking care of other people's family affairs."

"We are an aristocratic family, what's the matter with you." Auntie shook her head full of jewels, her face was full of arrogance, she seemed to disdain Dao Yi, but she didn't dare to speak directly against Wang Xuanzhi.

For a moment.

Wang Xuanzhi had some doubts, whether his judgment was wrong.

But at this time.

Daoyi said a word without thinking, "Secretary Si, let's go."

Wang Xuanzhi understood.

He said: "Second Uncle Yang, Uncle Lu Third, Uncle Zheng Liu, I have something to discuss with you, please follow me."

Third Uncle Lu and Uncle Zheng Six immediately let go of Auntie in their hands as if they were throwing something hot, and were about to follow Wang Xuanzhi. The two were also weeping drippingly, leaning on them with all their strength.

As soon as these two people moved, they lost their support.

The two aunts fell to the ground at the same time. The two got closer and even fell to each other. You squeezed me, and I squeezed you.He didn't care about crying anymore, and asked the maid beside him to help them up in a hurry.

Third Uncle Lu and Uncle Zheng Six were also in embarrassment. Whether to help him or not is a good question.

The aunt of the Yang family was afraid of facing the same thing, so she quickly helped the pitifully few teardrops, showing a sensible and pitiful smile, "Just go, Yang Lang, I will wait for you here."

It's like parting with life and death.

However, no one can tell what will happen later.

Daoyi thinks that this is what Mr. Shui Jing often said, ordinary people's emotions, it's just a few steps away, as if they will never see each other again in this life, it just makes people feel a little tired.

She reminded with 'bad intentions', "Siqing has been waiting for you for a long time, is this the way the aristocratic family is raised?"

Aunt Yang stopped, gave her a hard look, and hurriedly straightened Second Uncle Yang's clothes.

Uncle Yang didn't seem to be going to the main hall of Dali Temple, but to go to the Dachaohui.

Staring at him with so many eyes, even if he indulged in you and me again, Second Uncle Yang felt ashamed and flustered, he gently put aside Aunt Yang's hands that were holding his sleeves, and after a few good words of persuasion, he followed to the main hall.

The tenderness in the eyes of the three aunts might melt the entire autopsy room.

They reluctantly watched the person leave until they couldn't see the back, and still refused to look back.

"Hey, I said I've cried enough, and the play is almost done. This is the coroner's room of Dali Temple, not the restaurant outside, where you can talk about romance. Do you want me to make room for you?"

Daoyi's words awakened the three of them. They looked around and found that apart from the people they brought, there was only one clerk left in Dali Temple.

The aunt of the Yang family stared at her for a while, as if remembering something, "You are the Taoist Zuo Zuo who is rumored in Chang'an City and can catch monsters?"

Dao raised his eyebrows slightly, "I never thought I would be so famous."

The tears on Yang's aunt's face were all dry, and her beautiful eyes stood erect. The tenderness in her eyes before was like a flash in the pan, and it was all ruthless. She was a different person from the gentle and careless aunt before, "Today the three of us are here, what do you think? Will be as lucky as before."

Dao shrank his neck, as if he was frightened, "The three ladies are so good-looking, why are you so fierce?" He said, "I'm only one, and there are three of you, don't you think it's a bit disrespectful to martial arts?" ?”

The three of them: ——Is this really the Taoist that was circulated in Chang'an City?
Could it be a fool.

When Dao saw them dumbfounded, he smiled again, "In this case, I'm not welcome."

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(End of this chapter)