The Emperor's Life of a Wretched Man

Hearing Qian Jinguo's words, when she came back to see grandma, Mr. Qian's expression darkened immediately.

Only when he is at home, a heroic republic figure like him can remove the disguise of not changing his face, and return to the appearance of a flesh-and-blood old man.

"Oh, by the way, Heroine, this is your uncle Long Qiyao's adoptive son Solo, who is also the only bloodline of Suotian's genius doctor back then. I'll bring him to your grandma to see. I heard that his spell skills are very strong... "

Mr. Qian walked towards the bed while talking, his eyes stayed on his wife who had accompanied him through most of his political career...

He has dedicated his whole life to the Republic, but his wife in bed has dedicated his life to him. Mr. Qian is heartbroken, but he does not regret his choice.

"Grandpa...why do you believe in everyone? If you want to be a dead horse doctor, you don't need to hire a child to make trouble. Besides, you are always an old Bolshevik, why do you still believe in superstition?

All right, you guys go out, let me accompany grandma well, let her be quiet for a while, and you don't bother her..." Qian Jinguo frowned completely, ignoring Solo from beginning to end.

Solo, who had been standing in the room all the time, looked around the room with his eyes. When he heard the words of Qian Zhigui, a beautiful and proud woman, there was no slight fluctuation on his face, and he said lightly:

"Mr. Qian, there is already enough yin in this room, why do you still have a woman here? If it wasn't because of the 'one knife, one gun, one talisman and one sword' here, I am afraid that from the first time she was down-to-earth Entering this room, Grandma Qian really has no power to recover..."

Although Suo Luo was amazed by Qian Jinguo's beauty and was not very disgusted with her arrogance, after all, he was invited by Mr. Qian to see a doctor.

He doesn't pretend to be wretched in front of a real person, so this time he won't suffer again. While fighting back, he walked to the patient's bed and took out a domestic 92-type pistol from under the patient's pillow and put it beside the bed .

Then he took a Swiss Army knife from the wall above the bed and put it next to the pistol. When Solo went to take down the mahogany sword hanging above the bed, Qian Jinguo had already put the pistol and saber away without a trace. Snatching it away, he looked at Solo warily.

Mr. Qian waved his hand at Qian Jinguo, indicating that Solo is fine. After all, he is Long Qiyao's adopted son, and he can trust Long Qiyao.

After the last knife, gun, talisman and sword were all taken down by Solo, he turned his head and glanced at Qian Jingying expressionlessly: "Why don't you leave? Well, go and open all the curtains, doors and windows." Turn on all of them, turn off the indoor air conditioner, and then go out..."

Suo Luo's words made Qian Jinguo slightly taken aback, since she grew up to such a size, no one dared to ask him, a young lady, to do anything.

Now being yelled at by a kid who looks like a high school student, when he was stunned for a while, his face became dumbfounded.

"According to what Solo said..." Mr. Qian looked at Solo's busy work calmly.

"Yes..." After Qian Jinwo agreed, she turned around and made a grimace at Solo, then clenched her small fist and waved at Solo in a demonstrative manner, and followed Solo's words one by one.

At this time, the last afterglow of the setting sun also disappeared, but the light in the room was much dimmer than before.

Qian Jinguo didn't quit, Solo looked back at Qian Jingo: "Have someone prepare some food for Grandma Qian, just millet porridge..."

After Solo finished speaking, he stopped talking and sat cross-legged on the ground with his hands in seals, muttering something in his mouth. Qian Jinguo and Mr. Qianjiang looked at each other, and Qian Jinguo looked at Solo with disdain and called grandpa...

"According to Solo's words, hurry up..." Mr. Qian ordered in a low voice.

Qian Jinguo walked out with a grievance on her face.

At this moment, Solo, who was sitting on the ground, had a solemn face, his brows were inadvertently frowned, the sweat on his head gradually increased, and there was a slight morbid flush on his originally pale face.

Lying on the bed and sentenced to death by countless famous doctors and onmyojis, Mrs. Qian struggled violently, and a look of pain appeared on her skeleton-like face.

Just at this time, Qian Jinguo turned back again, and saw at a glance that the grandmother who was already dying on the bed had a wave of life breath all over her body, and with a low cry, she was about to rush forward.

After all, Mr. Qian was a ruthless character who crawled out of the dead. He invited Solo to come based on the principle that he could not see bad things.

It would be better if there is a miracle, and if my wife went there at that time, I can't blame others.

Although seeing his wife finally reacted now, he was so shocked that he almost didn't rush forward, but when he thought that Solo didn't let him move, he naturally could bear it with his concentration.

Now that the heroine is about to rush up, the old Qian's face darkened when he saw Hope just now, he grabbed Qian heroine and said in a low voice: "You are also a famous figure in the capital, why are you still so frizzy? Look at Solo, who is better than you You are still young, but your knowledge is much deeper than yours, go out..."

"Yes..." Qian Jingwo didn't feel aggrieved by her grandfather's reprimand, she cast a reluctant glance at her grandmother who was struggling on the bed, and retreated with tears in her eyes.

And just as Qian Jingying left, she saw Mrs. Qian, who was struggling on the bed, froze suddenly, her eyes opened instantly, a trace of blood struggled and floated in her eyes, and then turned into a cloud of smoke and shrouded towards Solo.

In an instant, there was a gust of wind in the room, and there was a lot of ghostly howling. Mr. Qian shook his body, and immediately left the room, not daring to take another look into the room.

Although the room had a large door, the bloody smoke refused to recede, surrounding Solo in the middle, and the roaring sound continued.

"Damn onmyoji, get out of this room immediately, this is my room, no strangers are allowed to stay here..." A woman's voice in the blood fog sounded in Solo's sea of ​​consciousness.

"People follow the human way, ghosts follow the way of ghosts, I don't care what you did when you were alive, if you retreat now, I will rescue you as soon as possible, if not, I will let your soul fly away today..." Solo also used Spirit Wave conveyed his meaning to the past.

"You court death..." The woman's voice was full of violence.

The blood-colored thick fog entangled Solo again, and the bedroom was suddenly blown by a dark wind, hula-la blowing the items in the room flying all over the sky, and the cold air made the walls of the room instantly form a thick layer of frost. A layer of frosting...

Solo originally had the virtue of loving life, but when he saw the fierceness of evil, his face turned cold: "Lin, Bing, Dou, Zhe, All, Formation, Column, In, Front... Punish..."

With the sound of Solo's incantation, his left hand was raised suddenly, and paper talismans shot up into the sky, and he didn't know where he got them from.

"what……"

With a terrified scream, the talisman papers in the sky continued to burn, and then the blood-colored fog twisted and rushed out of the open window, disappearing into the night...

puff……

As the blood mist scattered out of the window, Solo's already pale face became even paler, his whole body froze suddenly, a mouthful of crimson blood spurted out, and his body fell limp to the ground.

Although Mr. Qian was also an old revolutionary when he was young, a person who climbed out of the dead, he was horrified by the chaos in the bedroom.

But he was still calm, but Qian Jinguo was so scared that she threw herself into Grandpa's arms.

When everything calmed down, old man Qian Jiang patted his granddaughter on the back, and Qian Jinguo was so frightened that she cried out again and hid behind her grandfather's back, while the guard downstairs had already rushed upstairs.

Qian Lao didn't want to make a big fuss, so he waved his hand and ordered the guards to retreat, and then carefully walked into the bedroom with Qian Jinguo.

Although Solo was full of confidence due to his explosive growth in spell skills, he still stumbled a little bit. It seems that this was caused by his carelessness, but the injury was not serious.

Mrs. Qian was saved, but he made a disgraced face. He only drove away the unclean things and seriously injured them, but failed to eliminate the evil, but even if he fainted, he was not in a hurry.

When the sun rose in the east the next day, Solo woke up, his face still pale.

When he opened his eyes, he found that Qian Jinguo was lying on his bedside and fell asleep at some point, with tears still on her delicate and heart-shattering face...