"Sister A Qiao——" On the other side of the spiritual position was a little boy with long pink and jade.

He was also wearing a mourning uniform, his eyes and nose were red, and his hands were hanging down behind a futon.

"Yes." Bai Qiao turned his head and his voice was cold, "I'm fine."

I only met my mother for the first time at the age of seventeen. What should I care about?

What's more, that's not her mother.

A beautiful hand raised, Bai Qiao lowered her eyes and looked at her hand. After moving her a little, she moved her shoulders and neck in a ruffian manner. Her beautiful eyes were filled with an uncontrollable bloodthirsty murderous intent.

She finally came back, the rest of her soul dissipated, and she finally had complete control of the body.

She was a powerful imperial cultivator a thousand years ago. After sleeping for thousands of years, she woke up in the body of a baby sixteen years ago.

But for some reason, there are other souls in this body that have been competing with her for this body.

Because she was too weak, she had been awake and sleeping. Many times, the rest of the people were dominating this body, which directly led to her looking crazy over the years.

It was not until just now that she felt the rest of the people disappear and she was able to completely control this body.

Bai Qiao withdrew his hand, stood up slightly, and looked at the photo of Chu Zhiran, the grandmother of the Spiritual Position.

The little boy Feng Zirui on the other side was also looking at this photo.

In the photo, Chu Zhi dyed her silver hair, with a little bookish spirit that could not be concealed, and her smile was kind and brilliant.

She is a good grandma.

Even though she was crazy, she kept raising her.

From dying and then practicing to internal strength, she was almost the same as when she was at her peak, and there was a lot of help from Chu Zhiran.

His heart hurt slightly, and Bai Qiao no longer looked at the photos, but looked down at the ground.

She knew that Chu Zhiran had many secrets, but she no longer cared about the world to this level-

Who killed her?

Even those four people have not noticed it!

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On the concrete road in the village, more than ten black cars lined up in a long queue and drove towards the courtyard with great momentum.

On a car, a man who looked like a god closed his eyes slightly. His hands were holding the handrail and lazily supported his chin, revealing a piece of cold white wrist. There was a string of black beads on his wrist, mixed with a few very special Buddhist beads.

"She's really here?"

On the other side, a man who was unable to sit still was wearing a goose yellow coat, and a small poke on his head was extremely eye-catching.

"Yes." The man responded depressedly, looking sleepy.

-

A Lamborghini parked in a corner not far from the courtyard.

Sheng Silan sat in the car, impatiently holding the driver's cell phone and making the phone call.

"Second brother, it's me. My phone was snatched away by a dog just now!"

“…”

"It's really a dog, it's hard to describe it. Did you call me and have news about Xuewucao? As long as there is news, you must tell me that I will get it at all costs!"

"Snow-Wucao is crucial to Xueer's body. Dr. Lan said that after the kidney transplant, you can recover better after eating Xueucao and preserve her talent."

"You also know that her ancient martial arts talent value is 100, and how many people can be fully qualified in the world! If her kidneys can recover from health, then she will be invincible!" ·

"No one will be stronger than her! No one will be more talented than her! The world cannot produce a full value for a hundred years!"

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More than a dozen cars were lined up and parked at the entrance of the courtyard.

The villagers who were helping in the yard were in a hurry.

Bai Qiao and the little boy on the other side were alarmed by the movement, and at the same time turned their heads and looked out the door.

A group of bodyguards in black suits walked in one after another, lined up in two rows, guarding the passage in the yard, separating the curious villagers.

A kind old man with a cane was walking in the middle. On the left was a demonic man in a black coat, and on the right was a man in yellow and green hair.

Green hair saw that everyone was wearing black clothes, and then looked at the wreath on the edge. He rushed to a bodyguard next to him in silence and growled: "Hurry, take off your clothes quickly!"

"Snow-rusty grass?" The evil man suddenly paused when he walked to the door.

His beautiful hand covered his thin lips, coughed a few times, and his eyes became a little deeper.

On the corner of the wall, a pot of magic medicine worth hundreds of millions of yuan was mixed in several pots of inconspicuous green onions.

The mourning hall was very dark, and the light outside was a little dazzling. Bai Qiao saw several figures crossing the threshold and coming back against the light, which made people look a little unreal.

After a long time, Bai Qiao got used to the dazzling light and saw clearly the person coming.

An old man, two young men.

One has extraordinary demeanor, the other has an upside-down sentient being, and the other has a bit of a silly look.

There were dozens of bodyguards standing at the door and outside, with a domineering momentum.

The second young man walked to the spiritual throne and knelt down one after another.

The man came. The little boy stood on the other side of the mourning hall. When the three of them knelt down, he knelt obediently and gave a long greeting.

The old man first looked at Chu Zhiran on the photo, then sighed, turned around and walked towards Bai Qiao.

"A Qiao, I am Grandpa Bo, my friend of your grandmother Chu Zhiran."

The old man exchanged a few greetings with Bai Qiao, with a little regret on his face, and then introduced the evil man who was following him.

"This is Xiaojiu, Bo Rusi, my grandson."

After Bai Qiao talked to the old man for a few words, the old man went out.

But Bo Rusi did not go out. He looked at Bai Qiao with deep eyes. After a long time, he sighed, "You really make it easy for me to find."

Bai Qiao's beautiful little face had no expression. I don't know if I heard it or didn't hear it.

The thin lips, as thin as silk, were almost unchecked.

Didn't react, did you forget?

OK.

A slender and well-proportioned hand with clear joints stretched out, and the beautiful fingers stroked the girl's head, and gently felt as if she was comforting.

Bai Qiao's eyes fell on the white jade-like wrist, and the string of beads made her eyes narrow slightly.

Purple sound Bodhi bead?

interesting.

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afternoon.

The sky is a little gray.

A group of villagers helped to bury the mountain, and Bai Qiao and Feng Zirui stood beside him.

An aunt said earnestly next to her: "A Qiao, you have to kneel down and cry a few times at this time."

Bai Qiao did not respond. She just waited for the burial to finish her burial before she knelt down and poured a glass of wine and kowtowed a few times.

Feng Zirui, who was four or five years old, stood aside, his movements were exactly the same as Bai Qiao.

The aunt was going to say something, but finally closed her mouth and sighed.

The villagers who came to help were not talking about it. Although Bai Qiao was cold, had a strange temper, and had a changeable personality, he had a superb medical skills. The villagers had a serious and minor illness and asked her to treat her.

Everyone knows that she is ruthless and crazy, but she is good and has a deep relationship with her grandmother.

Not crying makes people feel more distressed.

The entire cemetery was extremely quiet.

Behind Bai Qiao were four young men, all wearing black clothes and armbands with outstanding momentum.

The four young men all looked exceptional, but their bodies seemed to be incomplete.
Chapter completed!