The Full-level Boss Took the Sick and Weak Script

Su Nanzhi didn't particularly want to raise a child at first, but helplessly, Master gave too much.

With this money, it is no problem for the child to grow fat for nothing.

Xiao Jiuwei, who was sleeping soundly, didn't know that his meal ticket had been secured.

Gulan contributed the money, Jiangbeiyu and Su Nanzhi contributed.

Jiang Beiyu picked up the cub on the sofa and carried it into the room.

This small apartment was originally a room for two sleeping people and a utility room. Later, one room was converted into the current study room, and there was no bed in the utility room.

So tonight, the little fox can only be carried into the room of the two of them. On the first day that the little fox was brought back by Gu Lan, he successfully slept in the bed of his new parents.

Of course, he hasn't been pampered to the middle of sleep.

He slept next to Jiang Beiyu, and Jiang Beiyu slept soundly with his little girl in his arms. Little Jiuwei was like a light bulb, and there was only one night when he could sleep on their bed.

The next day, Jiang Beiyu asked someone to customize the small bed, and asked someone to change the children's room. Of course, it was Gulan's card.

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In the Taoist temples of the Mishan Sect, there is much less incense recently than before.

There are also a lot fewer people, and the Taoist temple is a lot deserted.

Except for the Taoist priests who clean up every day, there are very few pilgrims.

The pilgrims who came to the door seemed to be aware of the desolation of the Taoist temple. When they asked about the Taoist priests, they all said that other Taoist priests had gone to study.

"Ugh—"

When the big broom is sweeping the concrete floor, the sound of rubbing becomes more and more audible. The Taoist priest who is sweeping the floor has faint white joints holding the broom. If you look closely, you can even see his body faintly trembling.

There are indeed fewer people in Taoist temples now, but it's not because they have gone to study, but because those people are gone.

It's literally gone, leaving no flesh and blood behind.

Moreover, not only the Taoist priests in their Taoist temple, but also the devout believers in their Taoist temple disappeared quietly.

Those believers who once regarded their Taoist temples as gods once knelt in front of the gods enshrined in the temple and prayed for their wishes, and all of them came true, and the bigger the promise, the greater the chance of fulfillment.

The greater their appetite, the higher their devotion to the Mishan Sect. They kept praying for what they wanted, and most of them came true, and the more they invested in offering.

But in the past two days, they suddenly stopped moving.

"Xinqi, come here." The person who was sweeping the floor was stopped.

He turned around and saluted the old man in the dark blue Taoist robe in front of him, "Guardian."

The old man who is called the temple master has a kind face. The wrinkles on his face have been filled with gullies by the years, and the age spots on his face are more obvious because of his pale complexion.

"Xinqi, you come with me."

As soon as these words came out, it was obvious that the young man in the light blue Taoist robe froze, "Monastery Master, what do you want from me?"

The Guanzhu looked compassionately and said softly, "Follow me to the hall."

The young Taoist priest named Xin Qi tightened his expression, and then grabbed the broom even harder. He seemed to be trying to calm himself down, showing a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Yes, Lord Guan."

He knows the evil ways of this Taoist temple.

On the first day he entered the Taoist temple, he saw those so-called senior brothers kneeling and piously worshiping the gods on the main hall, as if they were still muttering something, so he also knelt down in a daze, but his mouth only moved without making a sound.