I'm covering this wretch

Chapter 772 Dating
Yun Qingcheng raised an eyebrow.

"You are in the heavenly realm, and you know many gods?"

It seems that there is no need to kneel.

"That's for sure." Curse Master replied without thinking, "Many of them are afraid of me."

"Are you doing all kinds of bad things?"

"No, no, absolutely not."

"Oh? Really?" Suspicious eyes→_→

"Hey, my husband is a good man."

"Go and make a wish, good man."

"Xinghe, do yourself a favor and bless me and my wife. I'll go back to the heavens tomorrow, and I guarantee that the peacock you raised will never shed its hair again for no reason."

"..."

The corners of Yun Qingcheng's eyes twitched.

How dare you say you are a good person?
It is clearly full of evil!

It must have cast a bald curse on the peacocks raised by others!

Yun Qingcheng's eyes fell on the statue of the God of Galaxy again, and then, unexpectedly, there was a bald peacock lying on the right foot of the statue.

Very bald.

The kind with almost no hair on the whole body.

If she hadn't heard Mo Bai mention it just now, she probably wouldn't have recognized it, it was a peacock.

Sin ah.

It has been bald for so many years that even the statues handed down from the human world are bald.

"Sorry, just wait a minute."

Yun Qingcheng clasped his hands together, bowed to the statue of the God of Galaxy, and whispered, "If there is a chance in the future, I will definitely help your flower peacock break the spell."

this night.

It doesn't matter if it's romantic or not, it doesn't matter if it's affectionate or not.

Anyway, she and Mo Bai spent their date in this beautiful mirror of the Milky Way.

*. *. *. *
at the same time.

In the far southeast direction, in an extremely remote mountain village.

Mr. Honghu's face is haggard, his brilliance is gone, his whole body is ashen-faced, he loves beauty so much, he likes to wear white clothes so much, at this moment, he is wearing only a khaki coarse cloth short shirt, under the sun, taking a deep breath By the side of the well, I worked hard to carry a bucket of water with a hemp rope, and carried it up.

One of his arms has been completely disabled.

You can only use the other hand to lift the bucket.

He looks bad.

When walking, they all staggered, as if they were malnourished.

But even so, he still firmly carried the bucket, pushed open the door of the thatched cottage, poured the water into the brass washbasin, then carefully wetted it with a clean towel, took the wet towel, and walked to the thatched cottage. An old wooden bed on the side of the room.

On the wooden bed lay a very ugly old woman.

The old woman's skin was wrinkled and covered with scars.

Multiple wounds, pus oozing out.

She was dying, and if she hadn't hung her last breath, she would have been almost a corpse.

Because the wound was inflamed and pus was flowing, she also had a high fever, and her body temperature was terribly high.

And the reason why Young Master Honghu brought a moist cool towel over was to cool her down.

"Master, wipe it off."

Mr. Honghu looked at the old woman on the couch with a distressed face, tears welled up from the corners of his eyes, and his voice was slightly choked, "Be patient, soon, we will soon arrive at Yueshen Palace."

The wet cool towel was covered on the forehead, and the lust, that is, the old woman, felt more comfortable.

And when he heard the words Yueshen Palace, he lifted his dry eyelids with great effort, revealing a pair of purple vertical pupils.

— There is no spirit, only turbidity.

The eyeballs were even covered with white shadows, making them extremely ugly.

(End of this chapter)