The Savior is just a 3-Year-Old

   Chapter 754 Grandfather's coffin is flooded

  Lulu stretched out his hand and gestured.

   "It's okay, I just lie down on the tip of my nose. I don't need to breathe anyway."

   "It should be nothing." Lulu gave a finger.

  Jiang Huaian is almost crying, is it really drowning to the tip of his nose?

  Even if it is a cloak, it is the negligence of future generations.

  Jiang Huaian would still have the thought to burn paper to Jiang Yu, and find someone to dig up the thing when he throws it away.

  Now that there is no one in the Jiang family, he can call the shots by himself.

  Lu Lu Xian watched from the sidelines, sure enough...

  The grave pile is dug up, but the coffin has not been opened yet.

  The color on the outside of the coffin was almost gone, and the blistered hair turned white and rotten.

  Only pry gently with a shovel, directly torn apart.

  Jiang Huaian couldn't control his tears.

  Opening the coffin, he personally set up the burial mound for his grandfather. Inside was a set of clothes that my grandfather used to wear. At this moment, the clothes were all soaked and directly submerged in it.

  If a person lay down, it would just flood the tip of the nose.

   "Oh, god, you said that your grandfather's garment mound was flooded. I don't believe it. I didn't expect it to be flooded. Fortunately, it was discovered early, which is not good for future generations." The people who came to help carried the coffin up in twos or twos.

   "My sister dreamed of it last night. My sister was filial. She must have moved her grandfather. Grandfather told her about it."

   Put in the new coffin that Jiang Huaian had prepared early in the morning.

  I prepared a new set of clothes.

  "Put him a handful of soil in it." Lulu stood on top.

  The expression was calm and indifferent. She saw too much life and death, and seemed to be detached from all this.

  "He passed away in the wasteland. Although he didn't want to be buried in Beijing, he missed the soil of his hometown." Only the ghost can enjoy it.

  The same goes for the homeland.

   Jiang Huaian felt uncomfortable when he heard that, and personally took a touch of his homeland and put it in.

  It’s already afternoon until all this is finished.

  Jiang Huaian will start to take office tomorrow. Although he is admitted to the top prize, he still has to start at the Hanlin Academy.

  Tomorrow he will report to the Imperial Academy.

   "Lulu, the champion mansion has been given. My brother has now sent someone to pack up the necessary items and send everything in the mansion. When you leave the palace later, our family will be able to live a good life together."

   "You can go home. Are you happy? We have our own home."

   "You don't need to send someone under the fence, you don't need to look at people, you don't need to bear the cold eyes of others. There is no need to feel guilty." Jiang Huaian said in a low voice, holding his sister's head, full of joy.

  Lulu replied softly.

  In fact, she has some expectations and some disappointment in her heart.

  She can’t tell what this loss comes from.

  Her task is to guard Jiang Jiang not to let him do evil, not to let him slaughter the world.

  No, her mission was to kill evil creatures.

  But she gave Evil a chance.

  She is the savior, this is the most extraordinary thing she has done.

   "Lulu's seventh birthday is coming soon, and you will be able to go home when you are eight." Jiang Huaian took her and sent her into the palace gate step by step.

   Watching his sister walk into the deep palace from a distance, Jiang Huaian raised his eyebrows slightly.

  His sister is the best sister in the world. It doesn't matter if she lives in the palace, at least no one dares to covet it.

When Lulu returned to the palace, Lu Huaijiang had already finished her homework.

   and swear in my heart that I will never do homework for her again! !

  He swears!

  The ideal is beautiful, the reality is very skinny.

  The next day, Jiang Huailu returned a large package of brochures. The husband said, can't finish writing on the palm of the hand.

  (End of this chapter)