Immortal Voices

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The old woman finally gave up the idea of ​​letting her son marry Dr. Hellebore. After all, the doctor said clearly that she had a husband, children and a daughter. Now even the great monk from their West Antarctic continent has become a servant.

To be honest, the old woman is a bit shy.

Such a girl who seems to have no other advantages except for her outstanding temperament and good temper can actually allow the reserved monk to get involved regardless of the fact that she already has a family. This shows that this girl is very capable and not afraid of overturning.

Her son couldn't play it.

This is really like a family. Who can bear the green hair on his son's head?

The old woman is also a decisive person. She said succinctly: "Since Doctor Hellebore has his own heart, the old woman won't force you."

With that said, she was ready to leave.

There are so many women, there will always be one suitable for a son.

Doctor Hellebore is beyond her reach.

Rong Xian didn't want her to leave so simply. How could Rong Xian, who had been disgusted for nothing, just let it go.

"Old madam, don't leave in a hurry." Rong Xian stepped forward to stop the person in a hurry, and flicked a marriage thread on the old woman's body without leaving a trace.

A poor old man who was still wandering on the street was stunned for a moment, and suddenly he wanted to go to a small tea shop to drink tea and listen to a storyteller.

He turned around and headed in a certain direction, with an urgency that he didn't even notice.

In the tea shop, Rong Xian had a stalemate with the old woman for a while.

The old woman compared their heights, looked at the other's youth and beauty and her old age, and lowered her eyes unhappily: "What do you want to do?"

After confirming his eyes, he is someone who cannot be beaten.

The old woman gave up and said: "We have master monks stationed here. If you dare to use violence, the monks in the temple will not let you go."

Rong Xian was shocked by the title "Grandpa Monk". She couldn't help but glance at Fozi again and again. How could someone with such a tender appearance be called Grandpa?

He calls the old woman grandma just fine.

Fozi was so angry at Rong Xian's eyes that he silently recited Amitabha several times before suppressing it.

Of course, it is completely different from the selfless way of reciting Amitabha as c. He recited it very sincerely.

Rong Xian said gently to the old woman, "Don't be afraid."

The old woman swallowed: "..." Then don't scare me.

She gasped for breath, but didn't make a sound.

Rong Xian was not surprised. Instead, she smiled and said, "Even if we can't be a family, we can choose to be friends."

Old woman:? ?

Buddha had a bad premonition in his heart.

Then, he saw Rong Xian bring the old woman in front of him, and introduced her in a familiar manner: "Old sister, I know you have a twenty-two-year-old son. Although my son is not with you, But my little attendant is here."

This statement is like a man showing off that his wife is not here but his concubine is.

That's scumbag.

Rong Xian didn't realize anything was wrong. She glanced at Fuzi's face that looked like he had swallowed a fly, turned a blind eye and said, "Although my waiter is as beautiful as a flower, her identity cannot be put on the stage. Without the consent of my family, I can only Follow me with no name or status."

She felt the old man's footsteps stop at the corner outside the tea shop, and the smile in her eyes deepened.

She looked at the old woman with a face of #我们有了了了你#, and said with enthusiasm: "Sister, if you like it, I have a lot of servants at home, and I can give you one or two." .”

The beautiful Buddha:…

The old woman completely forgot about her previous fear. Her face suddenly turned red, and then her face darkened again as if she thought of something. She stammered: "No, there's no need for that."

At her old age, she really can't afford to look good.

Hey, the **** old man is still alive. If she cuckolds someone, she will probably sink into the pond.

The old woman smacked her tongue a little, but she couldn't tell that Dr. Hellebore was so enthusiastic and his family was quite wealthy.

Rong Xian glanced at the old woman and seemed to understand why she rejected her.

She said enthusiastically: "Sister, don't be polite to me, I don't charge you."

Old woman: So you still plan to collect money?

I really see through you.

No, no, no, this is not a question of whether to charge money or not.

"It's better to say goodbye. I don't want it even if you don't charge money." The old woman shook her head and refused.

There was still a little bit of reluctance and fear in her eyes, which vividly interpreted the phrase #有狠心不了狠#.

Rong Xian pondered for a moment, winked mischievously and said, "Don't worry, sister, he will not only support himself, but also support his wife."

Old woman: The words of rejection were on her lips.

Damn it, this is the feeling of repeatedly jumping on the edge of falling in love with your own man.

Buddha: I watched helplessly as Emperor Xu led his followers into the ditch with just a few words.

The old woman shook her head hard and refused. She didn't want to lose her guarantee for the late festival.

But after shaking her head, she felt a little regretful, but she didn't dare to take back her decision.

Rong Xian still asked her innocently: "Sister, why don't you speak? Are you embarrassed?"

She was extremely calm in her heart, and she even cursed the old woman for not being wary at all.

#无事有情情# I don’t understand, how can there be such a thing as a pie in the sky?

It’s not like they were really familiar with each other, so she believed him when he told her to give her a gift?

Don't you suspect there is any conspiracy?

As expected, he was fooled by the Buddhists.

Rong Xian selectively forgot in the hearts of the people in the West Antarctic continent how great and sacred a profession the monk is, and she was accompanied by a young monk named "Little Attendant".

Monks are all good people, and those who make friends with monks are also very good people.

Maybe he is some kind of good person from ten generations.

What convincing evidence this is.

Rong Xian: I still don’t quite adapt to the silly style of Xijibuzhou.

Old woman: "..." In order not to commit a crime of style, I suddenly became mute. Isn't that okay?

Outside the door, the poor old man had been staying for a while.

I have been with his old lady for more than half my life, and no one knows anyone yet.

You can hear the old woman's confusion just by listening to her voice.

She really wanted the waiter to come back to serve her, without even looking at her old face.

The old man's face turned green. He didn't expect that someone who was about to step into the coffin would be threatened with being cuckolded.

Rong Xian: Hehe.

The Buddha finally realized something: Emperor Xu, knock your horse, knock your horse, do you hear it? Knock on your horse!

In order to prevent Rong Xian from leading the simple believers and destroying other people's families, Fozi made crazy hints to the old woman and forcibly redeemed her respect: "Sister, donor, your son's marriage has been decided, and he is getting married soon. You Just go home and take care of the housework."

The old woman's face changed, and her wrinkled face was full of displeasure and meanness: "What do you mean, little monk? Do you mean that I am old when you mention my son?"

Buddha was stabbed like this and didn't know what to do.

Rong Xian said matter-of-factly: "But you are indeed not young, are you?"

Buddha: This siege is a bit intimidating.