slave seven seven

Chapter 459 Finale (End)

Xiangwei also pretended to choose, and suddenly shouted, "Father, mother, mother, it's father..."

The woman was taken aback by the shout.

"Oh, my little ancestor, this is just painted, don't let me loose the ink!" The mother-in-law yelled, trying to grab the folding fan, but a pair of small hands held the fan back desperately, and would not return it even if she died.

"Xiangwei, return it to mother-in-law!" The woman was so angry that she taught him a lesson, snatched the folding fan from his hand and suddenly became stupid.

Outlined with a few strokes, the fan is covered with white robes and black silk like sandalwood, just looking back and taking a glimpse.

"Mom, does it look like the father you usually draw..."

Everything Xiangwei said became noise, the ink on the fan was still fresh, it was painted just now, the woman immediately searched among the dense crowd of pilgrims, her eyes kept searching.

She knew that he would not die, the amulet was not destroyed, that is, he was still safe, that was the answer he gave her...

Xiangwei followed her through the crowd ignorantly, trying to snatch the fan from her excitedly, yelling in distress, "Mother, mother, don't scatter the ink on the fan, it's just drawn, it's not as good as it is." Your usual picture of dad looks much better. Hey? Mother! Mother! There are also calligraphy on the back of the fan."

Xiangwei hung on her arm bouncing around, forcing her to turn the fan over. There were only two lines of poetry on it.

Moshang people are like jade,
The son is unparalleled in the world.

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The last section does not have many words and is not enough to upload, so what should I write?
Just after passing the episode where Xia Houling died, I really felt a sudden chill behind my back, and my back hurt. To be honest, how many people drew circles behind my back to stop me from cursing...

Woohoo, the main text is over, everyone go to bed earlier.

(End of this chapter)