What is it like to have a sand sculpture blood wife?

Chapter 174 176. You Are Free
In early November, "Detective Charlotte" was successfully completed.

Xia Yuan and Jiang Xiaoling entered the unemployment period again.

Fortunately, the box office results of the three films released in October were good. While Su Qin made a lot of money as the boss, he also gave the employees a generous bonus.

How much money did Xia Yuan get?

200 million!
If he didn't live in Yunze, a city with third-tier construction and first-tier consumption, this money would be enough for him to spend decades.

Jiang Xiaoling has also become a little rich woman, but she doesn't know where to use the money for the time being.

Originally, he wanted to save a sum of money and flee with Ying Sitong, but now it seems that the female son and Xia Yuan have already made a fake show, and there is no point in fleeing.

Jiang Xiaoling herself was also very confused.

This confusion stems from the sense of lack of purpose in life.

During the countless times she lived, taking care of Ying Sitong and ensuring the safety and continuation of the bloodline of the blood clan was her only mission.

But now a Xia Yuan suddenly appeared, and in such a peaceful and prosperous world, Jiang Xiaoling has a whole body of force, so he has no need to exist.

……

Especially when the filming of this movie was finished, Jiang Xiaoling seemed to fall from the top of the wave to the bottom of the valley, and life became extremely boring and boring.

That sense of loss is extremely uncomfortable.

When Xia Yuan got up to pour water at night, he saw Jiang Xiaoling standing on the balcony in a daze, his back was lonely and lonely.

"Jiang Xiaoling?"

Xia Yuan called her.

Jiang Xiaoling was taken aback and didn't turn around.

From Xia Yuan's perspective, you can probably see her raising her hand to wipe the tears on her face.

"What are you doing?"

Xia Yuan held the water glass and opened the balcony door.

A trace of panic flashed in Jiang Xiaoling's eyes, "I, the moonlight is pretty good today, I came out to enjoy the moon."

Xia Yuan raised his head to look at the sky.

The moon is dark and the wind kills the night.

Apart from the lights in the street, the clouds were thick and the thunder was rolling, and there was something ominous about it.

Probably a rainstorm is coming.

"The typhoon is coming these days. Don't stand on the balcony. The typhoon wind level in these years has been the highest in history every year."

"..."

Jiang Xiaoling clenched his fist, Xia Yuan took a step back in fear.

"Well, I'll go back first, um... rest early."

……

Looking at Xia Yuan's leaving back, Jiang Xiaoling frowned slightly.

Sometimes fate is so wonderful.

If there is no Xia Yuan, she is the only person Ying Sitong can rely on.

If it hadn't been for more than 1800 years, she would have been able to protect Ying Sitong.

Perhaps the long years have drowned the vampires, and also made those demon hunters who make a living by hunting vampires lose their value. It is not known whether there are any demon hunters in the world now.

And she-

A grave keeper of a blood clan was also ruthlessly eliminated by the years.

Without the witcher, the meaning of the gravekeeper no longer exists.

She doesn't know what value she has left for Ying Sitong now.

Thinking about it, Jiang Xiaoling felt a little sad——

The only thing she can do for the blood race is to cook for them, clean up, do housework and so on when she is free from filming.

And recently, even the right to do housework, Ying Sitong wants to deprive her of it.

When she came home from filming, the son-in-law had already cleaned up the house.

Although she was very angry about this and told Ying Sitong many times to let her do it, Ying Sitong just smiled and cleaned up the house the next day.

As for cooking, Xia Yuan also cooks for Ying Sitong every now and then, or the family goes out to eat something good.

Jiang Xiaoling was very angry and sad.

Especially when she saw Ying Sitong eating the food made by Xia Yuan and looking at Xia Yuan affectionately with admiration and admiration, Jiang Xiaoling wanted to beat Xia Yuan up.

Jiang Xiaoling was blowing wind on the balcony, her hair slapped her face messily.

Thunder billowed in the distance, and the wind outside was getting stronger and stronger.

As Xia Yuan said, the typhoon is coming.

Being able to predict when a typhoon will come is unimaginable more than 1800 years ago.

Although Zhuge Prime Minister was exaggerated by later generations that he could borrow the wind, the real history is not like this.

This world is developing too fast, and everything is so unimaginable and frightening.

Especially when you look out at the dimly lit steel forest, the flashing headlights on the overpass, and the speeding planes in the sky—

That sense of awe of mighty power will involuntarily surge out of his chest.

Maybe a modern person like Xia Yuan didn't feel it at all when he lived in such an environment since he was born, but only a person like Jiang Xiaoling who has experienced the changes of the times would know:

How great is human beings.

That is the great admiration you get when you lie in the river and look up at the vastness of the starry sky and lose yourself. People can't stop trembling at a glance.

However, the more you think about it, the more you will feel that you do not belong to this era.

Jiang Xiaoling is usually expressionless, arrogant and cold like a queen, but her heart is full of fear.

She was afraid that she would not be able to integrate into this world, and everything she was familiar with would be cut off.

"Oh, I have times like that too."

Ying Sitong's voice came from behind.

Jiang Xiaoling's whole body trembled suddenly.

Wrapped in a blanket, the small eyes stood beside her, looking at the busy traffic below with flickering eyes.

"My lady..."

Jiang Xiaoling looked at her with some emotion.

Ying Sitong opened her lips slightly, looked at the lights below without moving, and then wrapped the blanket a little tighter.

"Look at these cars, electric lights, and steel buildings... How could we have thought that it would become like this in the future?"

Ying Sitong said in admiration, "Whenever you look at the powerful technology developed in modern times, you will tremble with fear."

"My lady..."

Jiang Xiaoling stared blankly at Ying Sitong, his eyes sparkling.

Ying Sitong took a deep breath, then lifted the blanket, and put her head on Jiang Xiaoling's shoulder.

"Ok?"

Jiang Xiaoling's shoulders trembled slightly.

Ying Sitong smiled slightly, then suddenly remembered something to explain, "It's not because I'm not smart that I can't learn physics and chemistry well. Really, we are not people of this era."

Jiang Xiaoling's eyes lit up, there was a sentence that was stuck in her throat and she didn't say it.

At that time, she wanted to say to Ying Sitong:
How about we go?

Go to our Shushan and live our own lives.

However, when she caught the happy smile on Ying Sitong's face, she hesitated.

Ying Sitong smiled and said, "Fortunately, we still have Xia Yuan, who brought us closer to this era, like the root of a tree, which has taken root from more than 800 years to the 21st century."

Jiang Xiaoling's eyes dimmed, and he opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

"Sister Ling."

At this moment, Ying Sitong turned around and gently shook her hand.

Jiang Xiaoling felt a weight on her body, her small eyes fell into her arms, and she hugged her waist with both hands.

"I release you!"

Ying Sitong said softly.

"Woooooooo..."

Jiang Xiaoling's body trembled uncontrollably, tears flowed quickly, the whole world was blurred by tears.

She has never shed a single tear in the past 1800 years since she grew up as a warrior.

However, today is like a river bursting its embankment, and the liquid accumulated for more than 1800 years is rushing out, and it can't be stopped.

Human beings are easily influenced by others, and under the influence of empathy, Ying Sitong also cried.

The two old monsters who had lived for thousands of years hugged each other and wept like rain, which made Xia Yuan, who was silently observing all this in the dark, a little moved.

Jiang Xiaoling didn't know that the "I release you" that Ying Sitong came out to her was actually Xia Yuan's idea.

Although there is no moon outside.

It also seemed that a beam of moonlight hit the two of them.

About half a minute later, Jiang Xiaoling was sobbing, hugged Ying Sitong and asked:
"My son, can you speak Chinese? I don't understand what you said just now."

Uh……

Ying Sitong wiped away tears, silently pushed her away, held Jiang Xiaoling's shoulder, and smiled sweetly.

This is the first and last order she gave as the master of the blood clan until now——

"you're free."

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