Heavenly Curse

Mu Yi quickly put what he asked for in front of him. In fact, with the power of the Su family, this is really out of the question. Even many things are of far higher quality than Mu Yi predicted.

See, Maki's heart is naturally a joy.

Mu Yi then asked Su Zhongshan to gather the people, but there were actually only five people, Su Zhongshan, his son Su Jun, Su Yingying, and Su Jinlun, Zheng Zizheng, the cousins.

After this period of preparation, whether Su Jun, Su Jinlun or Zheng Zizheng's eyes changed. After all, the situation of Lady Su could not be hidden from them. Although she had not yet woken up, the situation was rapidly improving. Even the famous doctor who had been invited was shocked.

And all of this is because Mu Yi, even Inge Soo, didn't hide what was happening in the house at the time.

Therefore, Su Jun no longer despised Mu Yi because of his age. Su Jinlun was more thankful, but Zheng Zizheng's expression was the most complicated, and even a little more alarming.

“Although the situation of the old lady has been restrained, we need your help to resolve it once and for all.” Maki looked around for a week and naturally looked at Zheng Zizheng's face.

“If anything happens to the Taoist mayor, as long as he can wake up his mother, at a greater price, my Soviet government will do its utmost.” Su Jun hastened to say that it was sort of making up for his previous negligence.

“Nice, the mayor. Please be honest.” Su Zhongshan nodded, a hammer dictation.

“The so-called yin and yang phase is connected by blood, so I need to use the blood of the descendants of the old lady's veins as a drug to refine the charm.” Maki said directly.

“Taoist, with my blood.” Su Jun immediately said that, after all, he was undoubtedly the closest in blood as a son.

“Mayor, Inge would like that too.” Inge softly said.

“Daoist, the polyester is equally willing.” Su Jinlun then said as well.

“Everybody stop arguing and let Zizheng do her best for her grandmother.” Everyone in the audience has already said, Zheng Zizheng hastily said, at least he is a grandson. Although he is a little far away, he is more or less related to blood, but according to his mind, even if he really wants to use blood, it will certainly not be his turn, so showing loyalty naturally means there is no pressure.

Maki looked at Zheng Zizhuang suddenly meant a deep smile, the latter suddenly felt numb in the back, and the words originally to his mouth stopped raw.

“Mr. Su doesn't have to. Although you are the son of the old lady, after all, you are a little older, your blood is no longer at its peak, which is not very beneficial to the situation of the old lady. As for Inge, because she is a woman's family, her nature is Yin, and she is not suitable for the situation of the old lady.” Mu Yi commented a little and finally focused on Su Jinlun and Zheng Zizheng.

“Prince Su and Prince Zheng were the most bloodthirsty and direct blood relatives of the old lady. Naturally, it would be best if they wanted to. ”

Su Jinlun was naturally overjoyed when he heard Mu Yi's words, while Zheng Zizheng's body trembled and his smile on his face was also a little stiff.

At this time, Su Zhongshan looked at the two of them and said directly: “Then it's hard to work with Jinyuan and Zizheng. ”

“I don't dare, that's what grandchildren deserve.” Su Jinlun said immediately.

“As long as I can help my grandmother, I'm willing to sacrifice my father-in-law.” Zheng Zizhuang squeezed out a smile and said.

Mak Yi was also polite. He came straight to the two of them with two bowls and revealed his arms. "The previous charms were also made from my own blood, and I didn't mean to rub you. ”

Mu Yi said this, whether it is Su Zhongshan or Su Jun, there is some movement on his face.

As for Su Jinlun, he didn't say anything more, and took over the bowl in Maiyi's hand and went to one side.

Zheng Zizheng looked deeply at Maiyi's wrist. He saw that there was hidden blood seeping out on it, unlike faking it. The resistance in his heart also disappeared a lot. He knew that Maiyi didn't mean to make it difficult for him, and he even felt relieved.

“Taoist Patriarch Gao Yi, we are waiting for the younger generation to do this kind of filial duty.” Go ahead, Zheng Zizheng took the other bowl too.

When the two of them bled to the side, Su Zhongshan looked at Maki and asked: "What else is missing from the Taoist mayor? Old enough to let people prepare. ”

“Nothing is missing, but tonight try to keep the family away, and it is also better to put more torches in the yard. In addition, I will make a charm sticker on the old lady's bed. As for the result, the trail is not 100% sure, it all depends on the will of God.” Mayu muttered slowly for a moment.

“Don't worry, I'll arrange it right away. There's a mayor.” Su Zhongshan said a profound gift to Mai Yi, both thankful and kind.

“I also ask the Daoist to pay more attention to the matter of the mother.” Su Jun then said.

Su Jinlun and Zheng Zizheng each released half a bowl of blood, his face became pale, especially Zheng Zizheng, his body fluttered, and a trace of fear remained deep in his eyes. Obviously, this bleeding experience was not very pleasant to him.

Su Jinlun, however, did not have enough momentum to continue.

After all the people left, Mu Yi held Zheng Zizheng's bowl of blood and poured it into the flower pot. The corner of his mouth was slightly topped, revealing a hint of irony.

The need for blood is true, but not Zheng Zizheng's, but Su Jinlun's real direct grandson.

Moreover, Mu Yi had long discovered that Su Jinlun Xuewu was much stronger than the average person, and that he was a boy, full of cheerfulness, and a grand time.

Then, Mu Yi researched the ink with the blood of Su Jinlun, and Zhu Sha blended with the blood, revealing a strange light.

Yellow paper is the finest piece of soap that looks tired and soft, like a teenage girl's skin, many times better than the one she bought before.

The pen is a brush that is obviously some years old, with a tight wood pattern and a bit of Venus decoration. It should be a pencil bar made of sandalwood from small leaves. The hair tip is strong and soft, so that it can be seen by Makita's mind at this moment, and even blurred to feel a blurry white light on it.

Even if this pen is not used by Confucius, it will never go far.

The caliper and the pen rod carry each other, there is no complicated pattern, just a few carving knives on it, to outline a magnificent mountain river, if it wasn't for Maki's eyes, I'm afraid it would be difficult to find that ancient little word in the corner: Gu.

When everything was ready, Makita took a deep breath, condensed her pen, imagined the feeling in the morning, and then shook her wrist gently.

“Brush, brush, brush! ”

A gentle friction sounds in the quiet room, with a certain rhyme, which sounds more like a pleasure, and the appearance of Pastoral Easy Condensation makes it easy to lose sight of his age without any irreconcilability.