Why should someone else let her give her a notice if her husband dies?
If she is excited and directly pulled over, wouldn't she betray her?
The key is that Poyun is now a little awe-inspiring and cautious in his attitude towards himself, but he really treats her as the hostess, which makes her angry and funny.
When did she need others to confirm the fifth thought?
Poyun looked at his master, as if asking, what should you do now if your woman doesn’t cooperate?
"Take the person here first!"
Alan has not been in high spirits these days, and she is crying every day.
If Menglang really dies, then she should not live.
So when Alan was brought up, she didn't cry or make a fuss, and looked at Di Jun straight, "Meng Lang..."
Di Jun nodded, "Dead."
Without any preparation, the fact that Meng He is dead is revealed.
Even though he had already known this answer, Alan still couldn't stand such a blow, his body trembled, and he felt that the world in front of him was falling and sinking.
Somehow Alan asked excitedly, "Menglang is a fish demon. Even if he dies, he will become a ghost. I want to see him."
"The spirit and body are both destroyed, and there will be no Menghe in this world."
Alan's tears burst out from her eyes, "I don't believe it, I don't believe it. What he said, when the life is better, I will be with me..." She could no longer say the next good wish, so she could only cover her little face and cry, and tears rush out along the gaps of her fingers.
Wu Nian glared at Di Jun, and could not be more tactful.
Di Jun touched his nose innocently. What did he do wrong?
She will know how to hide the fact that Meng He has both body and spirit. Sooner or later.
Looking at his confused expression, the fifth thought did not expect Di Jun to understand the worldly ways at this time. He stepped forward and patted Alan on the back, "If your Menglang knew that you were so sad now, he would definitely feel very distressed. Even for him, you should live well, right?"
Alan felt even more heartbroken when she heard this. His Menglang was so considerate. When she cried, he would be at a loss. He rolled on fish and spit bubbles to make her happy. But when he died, no one in this world would take her to heart and cherish her. Alan couldn't help but cry again.
"Menglang..."
Wu Nian sighed, but did not explain anymore, but patted her on the back one after another.
Sometimes the language is very pale, and silent companionship is also a kind of comfort, because no matter how much you say, it cannot heal a person's heart.
Alan cried for a while and raised her walnut eyes, "Can you tell me how Menglang died?"
At this moment, the fifth thought didn't expect Di Jun to explain. He must have told the truth directly, and then another earth-shaking cry.
He tactfully said how frustrating Meng He was when he died. After hearing this, Alan cried even more sadly.
Wu Nian sighed and said all the good things, but still failed to comfort Alan. He gave Di Jun a look, but you said a few words!
Di Jun accepted the instructions from the fifth nun and said firmly, "I am also being instigated by someone who is interested. If you make a big fuss in the underworld, you will forget about this."
The fifth thought almost rolled his eyes at him. He was really a man who was confused about the charm.
Alan was stunned for a moment, her walnut eyes were red and swollen, "Menglang is gone, what's the point of living alone?"
"Don't have this kind of thought. Your Menglang definitely hopes you will live well. If you seek death, how can you be worthy of him?" Holding Alan's hand, the fifth thought decided to be a close sister and tell me how women of their era should be self-reliant and live their own way.
Di Jun and Poyun, who were standing aside, were stunned. How did such a bold and shocking idea come from?
Poyun swallowed, and whenever he thought he knew the fifth thought, she always refreshed the lower limit.
What the hell is the miserable consequence of those people with pinched their waists and smiled at them?
How can a little demon who has only been three thousand years old fight with the twelve ancestor witches?
It seems very untrue to think about it. The key is that the fifth thought said so firmly, and he is about to believe that the witch clan will really have such a day.
The fifth thought felt that his throat was almost smoking. He agreed not to meddle in other people's business, and now he even did psychological counseling.
She will only become increasingly entangled with this underworld.
Alan took a deep breath, "I have to live. The ancestor witch who killed Menglang is still alive, and I must not die."
"It's best if you can figure it out, what are your plans next."
"I heard that you are missing a soup cooker. I want to stay here to make soup. If you have the right candidate, please change me at any time." Staying here is equivalent to being hostile to the witch clan.
"Eh?" Sanpeng looked at Alan in surprise, "You want to stay and make soup."
"Well, when welcoming and seeing you off, I will always meet a few ghosts who look similar to Menglang!" Speaking of this, she smiled sadly, "I also want to watch the demise of the witch clan. You can tell me any dangerous things. I am not afraid of death, but they are afraid that their witch clan will not die."
Is this girl a blackmail?
The fifth nun felt that he had poured her a bowl of black chicken soup.
Di Jun did not refuse. After all, Alan was also a pipa spirit who had practiced for three thousand years. No one had enlightened him before, so his cultivation stopped moving forward.
As long as he makes a little enlightenment, Alan's cultivation level will never be like this now. It will be no problem to suppress those little ghosts at that time.
"You must unconditionally obey my arrangements. Without my consent, you will not be allowed to leave your post without my permission."
"Do you have a good relationship with the witch clan?"
Di Jun shook his head, "Impossible." The Heavenly Dao instructed that the Lich would have a battle and would not change because of anything.
Chapter completed!