Burning XNUMX million nether coins, fortune telling becomes popular

"There is no reason for a family not to eat together. You are so busy that you never come back to eat when you finally have time."

Bo's mother began to chatter.

"Yiyi, come in, come in, it's cold, don't catch a cold."

In addition to Bo Chengcheng, Bo Yesheng's eldest brother Bo Qing was waiting at the table.

"Little uncle, where did you go secretly behind my back again?" Bo Chengcheng winked at him, and Bo Yesheng pretended not to see him at all.

Seeing that Bo Yesheng ignored him, he immediately changed his target, looked at Song Yi, and asked pitifully, "Sister Yi, why don't you say anything?"

"Huh?" With one look from her, the little kid didn't dare to speak.

"Yiyi, I don't know if there is anything on this table that you like to eat? If you don't like it, I will ask the kitchen to make it again."

Song Yi took a bite of the shrimp. It tasted pretty good, but not nearly as delicious as Bo Yesheng's. "No, I quite like it."

"nice! You love it."

Bo's mother smiled happily, and then suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and began to ask her: "Yiyi, I heard Chengcheng say that you have been very busy recently?"

Absolutely, I knew that Bo's mother would ask this question. She hadn't checked Bo Yesheng's physical condition for a while. Judging from his appearance, Bo's mother must have come to investigate.

Looking at the decapitated meal in his hand, he couldn't help but reveal a smile against his will: "It's not particularly busy."

In fact, Bo's mother was mainly concerned about the progress of the relationship between the two of them. He thought that his son was handsome and considerate, and would definitely be able to win over Song Yi. However, it had been so long, and everyone still behaved coldly and indifferently.

She couldn't help but feel a little disappointed with Bo Yesheng. She also secretly asked her son in private, "Yesheng, tell your mother whether you like Yiyi."

Bo Yesheng just dodged his eyes and quickly denied: "Mom, where did you hear this? How could I like her?"

"You really don't like it?"

She was very worried when she saw that Bo Yesheng was obviously happy, but the two of them seemed to have no connection.

"Oh, son, if you really like Yiyi, you have to hurry up. Women like this are very popular outside. If you miss this village, you won't have this shop."

Bo's mother tried her best to persuade him for a long time, but he didn't know if Bo Yesheng listened.

"I'm moving back this weekend."

Afraid that Bo's mother would think that she was not doing anything after taking the money, Song Yi took the initiative to bring it up. In Bo's mother's opinion, the two of them actually had a lot of fun together. She nodded with satisfaction: "Since Ye Sheng's illness is cured, it's okay." It’s almost done. You can go out and walk more. Young people, go for a walk, listen to music, and go out to eat together. You can also relax well, right?”

Grandma Bo also echoed: "Yes, Yesheng, don't stay in the company all day long, look at how thin you have become recently."

Grandma Bo loved her grandson the most, and she was very satisfied with the choice of Song Yi as her granddaughter-in-law. With someone to greet Bo Yesheng well, she could relax well.

"I see."

After dinner, Bo Chengcheng planned to go back with them, but was scolded by Bo Qing. When he saw that Bo's mother and Bo's grandma were interested in bringing them together, he was already convinced.

"Why did you come over here to join in the fun? You're not sick."

It's a pity that Bo Chengcheng just doesn't understand. He looks indifferent, "Dad? What are you talking about? I can help Sister Yi with chores. He also teaches me exercises and praises my talent."

After finally getting rid of his dad, he found that the two of them had already left. He looked up at the sky 180 degrees, "Why didn't you wait for me to run away? Do you dislike me so much?"

Bo Yesheng really didn't want to carry around this bright light bulb like Bo Chengcheng. "Mr. Bo, you must have something else to do, right?"

He was so kind to help her, Song Yi couldn't figure out why he was so kind all of a sudden.

"fine."

It was still a short two words, Song Yi didn't care, she went to see Zhu Qingqing, she was already awake now, and she looked a little excited when she saw Song Yi: "I feel that my body is much better, you can let me out."

"Jiang Chuan, I suggest you learn his tone before talking to me."

Jiang Chuan was not upset when he saw that he had been exposed, "I didn't expect that you would still find out."

Bo Yesheng also walked beside her.

The two men's eyes overlapped, and he looked away lightly and uttered two words: "Disgusting."

After Jiang Chuan heard this, he immediately became furious, "Who are you? Don't think that I can't touch you now, I will kill you later!"

Why did his character suddenly become so irritable?
Is it because of feng shui issues?

Why did you leave that room instead? His attitude became more and more strange, and there must be something hidden in this.

But if asked directly, Jiang Chuan would definitely not tell her anything. He would have to check it out by himself. She just said: "I have many ways to cure you." and left.

Bo Yesheng followed him out, "I just saw a strange expression on his face. Besides, I read a book before and said that there are two extra souls in the body. If one of the souls does not come out for a long time, it will be easily swallowed."

This makes sense. Such a long time has passed, but Zhu Qingqing himself still has not appeared.

"What did you just see?"

"There is something like petals on his face, especially when he is emotional. It is obvious. Have you noticed it?"

Song Yi was stunned. This was the second time he heard such words, but when she looked carefully, she found nothing. "Describe it to me. I couldn't see anything before."

Is it a cover-up or something? Why is she the only one who can't see it?

"Is it because your Taoism is too profound?"

Bo Yesheng guessed, "Sometimes a spell can determine the level of Taoism. Some people can see it and some people can't."

Song Yi thinks it makes sense, "There is such a theory, but it's not realistic for me. It must be a prop used to cover the eyes of ghosts."

Apart from this, she really couldn't think of anything else. Her face bloomed like a flower, which sounded like an appalling word, but she thought of the flower of the other shore described to her by Father Chen.

What would happen if this kind of flower was swallowed into someone's abdomen? If it was really Bianhua, he wouldn't have to look for it himself.

"This is very likely to have something to do with your evil spirit."

"Huh?" Bo Yesheng didn't have time to react, "Is this the last medicinal ingredient you're talking about?"

"Correct."

Song Yi is basically sure now.