My Wife, Something is Wrong - Chapter 89

Chapter 89: Is your wife waiting for you at home again?




  Chapter 89 Is your wife waiting for you at home again?

  In the wing room.

  The lights flickered, but there was no sound.

  As soon as Bai Ling ran in, he said with surprise on his face: "Hey, Chanchan, why did you come down? Weren't you still on the bed just now?"

  Luo Qingzhou followed to the door and looked inside.

  The icy girl was wearing a long light green dress, with her arms folded over her chest and a sword in her arms, standing motionless in front of the window.

  The windows are open, and the wind is blowing.

  The girl's long hair was slightly disheveled, and her pretty face was cold, as if she was looking at the falling snow outside the window and meditating.

Bai Ling quickly went to close the window, took her little hand and said: "Fool, my stomach hurts, why are you still blowing cold wind? Go back to bed and lie down. Hey, why did you put on your clothes so quickly? Didn't you just have no clothes on?" Are you sleeping naked? I'm going to let my uncle come in... Well, my uncle is here to see you."

  Xia Chan glared at her.

   Bai Ling quickly turned his head to look at the door and said, "Master, I didn't lie to you, Chanchan really likes to sleep naked. I don't believe you, come over to see, Chanchan hasn't even had time to wear obscene clothes yet, it's empty inside..."

"Humph!"

  Xia Chan snorted coldly, turned her head, and looked towards the door, her pretty face was cold.

Luo Qingzhou didn't dare to go in, and didn't dare to look too much. He bowed his head and cupped his hands at the door and said, "Miss Xia Chan, Miss Xia asked me to come and see you. If you're not feeling well, you'd better lie on the bed... Well, how much?" Drink hot water."

  Bai Ling smiled "puchi": "Uncle, can't you say something else?"

  Luo Qingzhou paused and said, "Take more rest."

Immediately, Bailing couldn't help "giggling" and laughed for a while, then blinked at the girl beside him and said: "Chanchan, my uncle is not like this in front of me, he can talk, Always telling jokes to make me happy."

  Luo Qingzhou didn't bother to talk to her anymore, cupped his hands and said, "Since Miss Xia Chan is fine, then I'll take my leave and you should rest well."

   After finishing speaking, he backed out and helped them close the door by the way.

   Hurry up and go back to practice the spirit.

  Not long after he left, Xia Chan frowned in the room, clutching her stomach, and there was a trace of pain between her brows.

  Bai Ling hurriedly helped her to lie down on the bed, covered her with a quilt, and couldn't help but said: "Stupid girl, if you keep pretending like this, you will regret it."

  Xia Chan lay under the quilt, did not speak, only showed a pretty pale face, staring blankly at the curtain above with her dark eyes, still holding her sword tightly in her hand.

  Bai Ling sat down on the edge of the bed, reached into her quilt, gently rubbed her belly and said, "How about I call my uncle back and rub your belly for you?"

  Xia Chan still stared blankly at the above, but did not speak.

Bai Ling couldn't help but sighed: "Are all beggars so stubborn? When Miss and I met you, you were inferior to Dongdong and Xixi. You couldn't even beg for food or dig food from the garbage dump. Yes. Maybe not no, you would rather starve to death than suffer humiliation, or, at that time, you wanted to die... I remember that you were only twelve years old at that time, right?"

   "That's why I told you to go to see my uncle in advance. When you see the pair of little beggars, you will feel the same, and you will have sympathy?"

   "That's why you saw my uncle delivering steamed buns to them every day, chatting with them, and being so handsome, that's why..."

  Xia Chan suddenly looked at her, and said coldly, "You're really long-winded."

  Bai Ling's eyes lit up, he laughed and said, "Chanchan, you finally stopped saying a word?"

Then he frowned again, and said in doubt: "It's so strange tonight, the young lady spoke suddenly, and you also suddenly said three words, no, it seems to be five words... You, really, sloppy, sloppy... Eh, it seems Still three words..."

  Xia Chan ignored her and continued to stare blankly at the above.

  Bai Ling took out his hand from under the quilt, and counted seriously with his fingers: "One, two, three, five..."

   After a while, he suddenly sighed: "Chanchan, your eyesight is better... I regret it... Is there time?"

  Xia Chan turned sideways, with her back facing her.

"Hey…"

Bai Ling glanced at her, sighed again, stretched out his slender fingers, touched his lips and said, "It's really troublesome, my uncle always likes the small mouths of relatives, and likes to hug their small waists, what should I do?" How to stop him? It's so annoying..."

  Luo Qingzhou returned to the house, gave Xiaodie some instructions, then closed the door, fascinated.

  First practiced Ben Leiquan in the room for an hour before Fang floated out of the window.

  Although it is very dangerous outside, I almost died when I went out twice in a row, but if I want to strengthen my soul, I must continue to go out to accept the test and tempering of the night.

  Hiding in the house all the time, I can only stay in this night travel state forever.

  Last night, I heard that powerful spirit mention longevity.

  To be honest, he had never thought of such a distant and illusory thing before, but now, he has a little hope.

  Maybe it is true as the book says.

  When the soul is cultivated to a certain level, it can be immortal and live forever.

   At that time, it was naturally another world.

  Whether it is a mortal or a cultivator, whether it is a trafficker or a high-ranking king, who doesn't have a dream of longevity?

  Luo Qingzhou floated into the air, his whole body was wrapped in fluorescent lights, and he cautiously floated towards the mandarin duck building.

  He suddenly thought that with this mask on his face, the soul can wear a fluorescent shield that emits warmth to protect the soul.

  What if the body wears it?

  He decided to try it in the daytime tomorrow to see if wearing this magical mask on his body would have other effects.

   Be safe all the way.

   When he flew a hundred meters away from the Mandarin Duck Tower, he stopped, not daring to approach it rashly, and looked at the top of the attic.

  On the eaves last night, the figure radiating moonlight all over his body was still standing there with fluttering clothes, as if he had never left since last night.

   And the red round bead inlaid on the top of the attic was silent, and nothing unusual could be seen.

  Luo Qingzhou slowly approached, while cupping his hands and saying: "Senior..."

  A handkerchief floated out of the moonlight halo, landed on the red bead, and completely covered it inside.

  Luo Qingzhou breathed a sigh of relief, quickly floated over, stood behind the moon-white figure, and said respectfully: "Thank you, senior, you have been here for a long time."

  Yuebai's figure quietly looked into the distance, but did not reply.

  Luo Qingzhou stood for a while, not knowing whether to continue talking or tell the story directly, the moon-white figure finally spoke: "There should be more stories about last night, right? You missed some?"

  Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment, with a hint of surprise on his face: "Senior, how do you know there is still ahead?"

  When he talked about "Journey to the West" last night, he really simplified it a lot, just to tell the main story, and he didn't expect to tell it word by word. He didn't expect that this person would know that there was more after listening to it for the first time.

  Yuebai's figure was silent for a while, and said in a faint voice: "I thought about it many times last night, and I always feel that there are still some omissions in the front, which should be the background."

  Luo Qingzhou couldn't help but admire: "It is true that there is still a background that I haven't talked about. I just feel that the front is a bit cumbersome, so I simplified it."

  Yuebai's figure turned his face slightly, as if looking at him: "Troublesome?"

  Paused, said: "Tell me again, without missing a single word."

  Luo Qingzhou was stunned, feeling that her tone suddenly became a little dignified, and he was puzzled, but he didn't think too much, and immediately said respectfully: "Yes."

"The poem says: Chaos is not divided into heaven and earth, and it is vast and indistinct. No one sees it. Since Pangu broke the majesty, he has opened up the distinction between clarity and turbidity. Overwhelming all living beings, looking up to benevolence, and inventing everything is good. If you want to know the power of good fortune, you must watch Journey to the West Legend of Shi'er..."

  Just after reading this poem, the moon-white figure looking at the darkness in the distance suddenly moved, looked away, and held his breath.

"Gai heard that the number of heaven and earth is one hundred and twenty-nine thousand and six hundred years old. One yuan is divided into twelve meetings, Naizi, Chou, Yin, Mao, Chen, Si, Wu, Wei, Shen, You, Xu, Hai The twelve branches also..."

  Luo Qingzhou had just finished speaking these few sentences, when the moon-white figure suddenly said, "Stop for a moment, and repeat it again, starting from the beginning."

  Luo Qingzhou gave her a strange look, didn't dare to say more, and continued to talk again.

   An hour later.

The figure of Yuebai looked dignified, and said again in an ethereal voice: "Watching chess Ke Lan, cutting lumber, walking slowly at the mouth of the valley, selling salaries and selling wine, laughing wildly from pottery. Cang Jingqiu is high, facing the moon and pillowing pine roots, and sleeps at dawn... Can you start over from the beginning again? It's been hard work."

  Luo Qingzhou glanced at her again, so he had to be patient again, and started from the beginning, wondering in his heart: She thinks this story is good, so she wants to write it down? But with her current strength, she should be able to memorize it after just listening to it once, right? Could it be that there are other things contained in these words that she can't remember by herself?

  That book said that there are secret methods in the world, which can only be taught orally, not transmitted in writing.

  Some secret methods contain a certain mysterious power, which can only be passed on orally while pondering and practicing, and cannot be engraved in the mind...

   Probably not.

  It's just a fairy tale.

   Another hour later.

  It is approaching morning.

  Luo Qingzhou didn't dare to stay any longer, so he cupped his hands and apologized: "Senior, it's getting late, I should go back."

  The moon-white figure seemed not to have heard his words, frowning slightly, muttering in a low voice, and a strange light shone in his eyes.

  Luo Qingzhou had no choice but to say another word respectfully.

  Yuebai figure just came back to his senses, turned to look at him, fell silent for a while, and murmured: "It's your wife again, is she waiting for you at home?"

  Luo Qingzhou lowered his head and said, "Yes."

  Yuebai figure looked at him for a moment, then nodded slightly: "Go, come early tomorrow night."

   "Yes, senior."

  Luo Qingzhou's heart skipped a beat, he turned around and floated up, and left quickly.

   Come early tomorrow night?

   It seems that this senior is very interested in his story.

  In this case, he may still have a chance to get some guidance.

  Any word of guidance from the strong soul might benefit him a lot.

  Yuebai figure watched his figure gradually disappearing into the night, and stood on the cornice for a long time, Fang's figure flashed and disappeared.

at the same time.

  In a dilapidated mansion not far from Chengguo Mansion.

  In a room in the backyard.

  Candles are scarlet, and cigarettes are curling up.

   An old woman wearing a round hat and a floral dress is sitting cross-legged in front of a row of candles, with her eyes closed.

  A middle-aged man stood in the shadows behind her, holding his breath.

   Soon, the candles in the room flickered.

   Immediately, two black shadows that were invisible to the naked eye suddenly floated up from the ground, passed through the window, floated out, and quickly disappeared in the wind and snow outside.

   "Butler Wang, don't worry, tonight is the day of that kid's death!"

  (end of this chapter)