The pet career of Shaoqing of Dali Temple

Chapter 646 It's up to my husband whether you look good or not
The ceremony of summoning Feng Muhan's wife was changed to the old house.

After setting up the magic circle for summoning, Ru Xiaonan solemnly placed the book Jin Baihe gave her and the "work certificate" that Qing Moyan found in the center of the circle.

Feng Muhan also returned to the old house, standing not far away watching.

"Is it really possible?" Ling Xiaotian was a little uncertain, he asked Qing Moyan in a low voice.

"You have to try if you can." Qing Moyan was actually a little nervous, but he saw that Ru Xiaonan had a plan, so he couldn't say it clearly.

"Sikong Yanfei has less than a day left, and the jade piece of the magic circle will be replaced." Qing Moyan stared at Ru Xiaonan's figure with good eyesight, "If everything goes well, tomorrow We can go to Shuangyang City."

At this moment, Qing Moyan's cell phone rang.

He had to go outside to answer the phone.

It was Mu Bolun who called, but after five or six minutes, their conversation was not over yet, when Qing Moyan suddenly heard the exclamation of everyone in the room behind him.

"Little girl!"

Qing Moyan turned around and rushed into the room.

Pushing open the door, it was as if snow was falling in the room, with countless debris floating around.

Qing Moyan froze for a moment, reached out and took a slice in her hand.

It was the crumbs of the book.

Looking at the book that was originally placed in the center of the circle, it was gone.

"What's going on?" Qing Moyan asked Ling Xiaotian in a low voice.

"I don't know. Suddenly the book exploded."

Fragments of the pages of the book were blown everywhere, and the spells in Ru Xiaonan's mouth still showed no sign of stopping.

After the fragments fell to the ground, they seemed to be attracted by an invisible force, and they all converged in the same direction, and finally formed a huge mass in front of Ru Xiaonan, like countless bees gathered together, flying, getting bigger and bigger spherical...

Ru Xiaonan suddenly opened her eyes and uttered the last word of the mantra, "Now!"

The ball of paper exploded instantly.

Everyone in the room felt like a gust of wind was blowing.

The confetti was shot out quickly, hitting the human skin hard.

"Xiaonan." Qing Moyan only had time to shout, and saw her fall backwards.

Fortunately, Ling Xiaotian used his eyes to help Ru Xiaonan, and was finally caught by Qing Moyan before she fell to the ground.

"Xiaonan!" Qing Moyan turned her face, and found that her face was pale and her brows were frowning, "How is it, what's wrong?"

Ru Xiaonan shook her head.

Different from the headache symptoms after using strength in the past, this time her mind is strangely clear, but she just has a feeling of not being able to vomit.

"Oh my god... Xiaonan really succeeded." Ling Xiaotian's voice sounded.

Qing Moyan turned her head and looked over.

I saw a woman lying on the place where the pages of the book exploded, dressed in ancient clothes, and her body was covered with fragments of falling pages.

"I succeeded." Ru Xiaonan grinned, "Qing Moyan, I'm already a very powerful onmyoji, right?"

Qing Moyan pursed her lips and did not make a sound.

Ru Xiaonan giggled twice, "It's great that everyone can be together..."

As soon as the words fell, she suddenly spat out blood.

Qing Moyan turned pale with shock, Su Baitong rushed over quickly, reaching out to touch Ru Xiaonan's veins.

Ru Xiaonan had already closed her eyes at this moment, no matter how Qing Moyan called, she didn't respond.

"It's okay, this is accumulated blood, it's a good thing to spit it out." Su Baitong said.

Qing Moyan was extremely puzzled, "Where did the congestion come from?"

The little thing has been very healthy recently, how could there be congestion in the body.

"For the time being, I can't see it either." Su Baitong said, "But her pulse condition shows that there is nothing serious, why don't you let her have a good rest first."

After hearing this, Qing Moyan immediately hugged Ru Xiaonan, and left without caring about the situation here.

Ling Xiaotian hugged his shoulders, watching Feng Muhan walk towards the woman lying on the ground with a solemn expression, and stretched out his hand to brush aside the fragments of book pages falling on her body.

"Is it Zhiwei?" Su Baitong asked Ling Xiaotian in a low voice.

Ling Xiaotian nodded, "But she didn't wake up."

When they were summoned back then, they all woke up quickly, but Ye Zhiwei never showed any signs of waking up.

Su Baitong suggested: "It's better to let them rest in our courtyard first, it's not an option to stay here all the time."

Ling Xiaotian told Feng Muhan what he meant, but Feng Muhan didn't refuse, he picked up his wife and went to the Erjin yard.

The sky is getting brighter in the east.

On the bed, Ye Zhiwei opened her eyes.

Feng Muhan leaned against the bed motionless, his eyes slightly closed, as if he was taking a nap.

Hey?
Ye Zhiwei turned her head.

She is...

Suddenly, she saw the chandelier on the roof.

I XXX!

She almost jumped up.

electric light!

Turning his head again, he was surprised to see the TV placed against the wall.

Ahhhh, what the hell is this!

She sat up with a jerk.

Did she time-travel, or time-travel, or time-travel.

This is modern?So she wears it back!
But Feng Muhan is still sitting here...

Feng Muhan felt movement on the bed, and just as he opened his eyes, he saw a figure rushing towards him.

The instinct of martial arts practitioners is to avoid.

However, he held back and let the man pounce on him, hitting his chin with the top of his head.

With a "boom", the two of them muffled at the same time.

"Wei'er..." Feng Muhan gritted his teeth fiercely.

"Ahhh, it hurts so much." Ye Zhiwei covered her head, "This really isn't a dream."

"Do you want to murder your own husband?"

"By the way, aren't we dead?" Ye Zhiwei opened her innocent eyes like a deer, "We will grow old together... Is it all a dream?"

"Whether it's a dream or not, don't you know if you come here and test it yourself?" Feng Muhan closed his eyes slightly, and hooked his fingers at her.

Ye Zhiwei rushed over and bit him hard on the shoulder.

Feng Muhan took a deep breath, and said in a hoarse voice, "Can't you wait?"

"Why are we here?" Ye Zhiwei leaned on his shoulder, looking at the modern furnishings in the room.

The house is still in an ancient style, but all the furniture and appliances are undoubtedly modern.

"Is this your thing?" Feng Muhan took out Alec's work ID and handed it to her.

Ye Zhiwei was stunned.

"You... where did you get this?" It was her work permit when she worked in a clothing trading company. She was taking the company car to attend an important meeting that day, but she got into a car accident on the way and died. The Nine Kingdoms that the soul transmigrated to later.

"So that's what you look like." Feng Muhan looked at the photo on the certificate seriously.

Ye Zhiwei snatched the work permit, "Don't look at it, it's so ugly."

How could her original appearance compare to her current body, let him see this... She couldn't help feeling a little flustered.

"Where is it ugly?" Feng Muhan raised her chin with his slender fingertips, "Whether a husband's wife is good-looking or not is up to other people to judge, it is enough for her husband to think she is good-looking."

Ye Zhiwei couldn't help blushing.

"For my husband, I will show you two people first." Feng Muhan pulled her to stand up.

(End of this chapter)