The national male god is fierce and strong

Chapter 1195 Qin Zong is doomed to live a lonely life

In late autumn, the streets are covered with withered yellow leaves.

And on the Prince's Mountain, there are also fallen leaves, a bleak autumn scene.

Mrs. Qin dragged Qin Zheng, and the two climbed up the mountain step by step.

Knocked on the door of Qingyang Temple.

"Squeak" sounded.

The door was pushed open from the inside.

Qin Zheng smiled, "Master—"

Ok?
There was no one in sight.

Qin Zhengzheng was puzzled, and his trouser leg was pulled hard by a fleshy little hand.

He bowed his head.

A pink and tender little dumpling, with a Taoist hair in a bun, wearing gray Taoist clothes, and the red beads between the eyebrows are gorgeous and beautiful.

He looked up at Qin Zheng with his small face, saluted first, and said in a childlike voice, "Sir, the temple master is already waiting in the temple. Please come with me."

Mrs. Qin stared at the milky little dumpling with shining eyes: so cute!
Well!
Much cuter than the son of the ice cube!
Qing Ling led Qin Zheng and his wife to the courtyard, and quickly ran to Qing Yangzi, "Grandfather, I brought them in."

"it is good."

Qing Yangzi gently stretched out his hand to rub the boy's bun, and took out a lollipop from his pocket, "Go and review your homework first."

"it is good."

Qingling, lying on Qingyangzi's lap, scrambled down again, stood firmly on the ground, and ran away in a hurry.

Qingyangzi stroked the beard on his chin, and stretched out his hand to signal with a smile, "You two, please sit down."

Qin Zheng nodded, took Mrs. Qin's hand and walked over.

"Master, long time no see."

Qing Yangzi glanced at Qin Zheng and his wife, rubbed his fingers over the teacup, and laughed loudly.

"The two of you should have come here for Qin Zong."

Madam Qin nodded.

"I want to ask the Taoist priest to do another divination for Xiao Zong."

Qingyangzi: "That's unnecessary."

Mrs. Qin clenched her fingers tightly, "Why? Xiao Zong survived this catastrophe, will he be able to live the rest of his life in peace?"

"Natural energy."

Qingyangzi paused, "If the catastrophe is saved, it will be safe."

"What about marriage?"

Mrs. Qin: "I want to know how Xiao Zong's marriage is."

Her mind was like a mess at the moment, and she didn't know what to do.

"Marriage?"

Qingyangzi raised his eyebrows in surprise, and said in a slightly raised tone, "Madam, Qin Zongming's personality is different from ordinary people."

The evil spirit is strong, and it is the emperor's destiny full of purple air.

He is high and powerful, and holds great power.

"He is doomed to live alone, with no one to accompany him. Marriage, there is no possibility."

Qingyangzi's tone was very solemn: "Mrs. Qin, let me tell you in layman's terms, Qin Zong's hit is full of evil spirits, ordinary people, whoever marries him will die."

"You'd better not act indiscriminately. Otherwise, someone else's life will be killed."

Mrs. Qin's complexion suddenly turned pale.

Her lips moved, and she unconsciously grabbed her husband's palm.

A pair of beautiful eyes full of anxiety and worry.

"The lonely life you said, so... is this what you mean?!"

"Then Xiao Zong can't get married at all? Without a wife, without children, without his family..."

Qin Zheng sat beside his wife, his face was gloomy, and he didn't say a word.

Qingyangzi lightly raised the floating dust with his left hand.

Qin Zheng and the others knew a long time ago that his son's fate contained the approval document of a lonely life.

It's just that at that time, they were all focused on the 30-year-old catastrophe. Although this loneliness was heavy in front of their lives, they didn't take it too seriously.

(End of this chapter)