The Koi Boss Has Grown Up Through the Ages

Jiang Li's uncle hid behind the old locust tree at the entrance of Jiang's Traditional Chinese Medicine Center, and saw Jiang Li's mother going out to the backyard, and was about to sneak into the Chinese Medicine Center when he saw Jiang Li holding a big red oil-paper umbrella. Walked out the threshold.

Jiang Li's uncle almost dropped his jaw in shock.

Jiang Li had been bedridden for more than a month, and according to the doctor's diagnosis, he could live another ten days at most. Doctors in several hospitals couldn't find out what kind of disease Jiang Li had, but it was certain that Jiang Li's vital signs were slowly disappearing.

Jiang Li's mother had to take Jiang Li home and search for folk remedies everywhere, hoping to find another way to save Jiang Li's life.

The various immortals, Buddhas, and gods invited have exhausted all his strengths, but Jiang Li still only has the breath but not the air. Jiang Li's mother cried with red eyes and went to her brother and sister-in-law to discuss, and began to prepare for Jiang Li's funeral. More than a month ago, Jiang Li's father passed away unexpectedly, and this meeting will send his daughter away again. Jiang Li's mother has already cried dryly.

Jiang Li's mother staggered, not even wearing a raincoat, and walked towards the backyard in the rain. If she could look back at this time, she would definitely see the back of her daughter holding a big red oil-paper umbrella, and maybe the story would be completely different.

Jiang Li's uncle was lying behind the big locust tree and watched Jiang Li disappear into the evening rain with a big red oil-paper umbrella.

"Is it a return to light?"

Jiang Li's uncle was stunned for a moment.

The rainwater slid down the back of his neck along the rain cap, and it was cool and refreshing. He wiped his neck, and the cat slipped to the door of the Jiang's Traditional Chinese Medicine Center. With a push of both hands, the double wooden doors opened.

For this moment, Jiang Li's uncle has been waiting for twenty years. As long as you can get that treasure, buy a house, a car and a wife for your two sons, it is not a dream to realize wealth and freedom in life...

The first rain in Wujin City since the beginning of summer was smashing.

On the narrow road in the suburbs, a slender figure walked unhurriedly under the big red oil-paper umbrella. As night falls, the suburban trails are deserted.

A few hundred meters ahead is the Qingshan Cemetery.

She stared at the hillside in front of her without squinting, and suddenly moved the corner of her mouth to laugh silently, her eyes that were like watching fire, shining under the big red oil-paper umbrella.

"Sneak attack on me, court death!"

Jiao drank and turned around abruptly. The big red oil-paper umbrella was like a blooming lotus, blocking the attacker's fist. She waved her palm from under the lotus.

The red crispy hand hits the attacker's chest. As long as the fingertips are pressed against the heart, the attacker will definitely fall into a coma with severe pain in the meridians.

At this time, she stared at the attacker's eyes, stunned.

What kind of eyes are these?

These eyes were empty and not even a bit angry, the fists and posture that hit UU reading www.uukanshu.com seemed to be mechanically controlled and seemed stiff and rigid.

The sneak attacker was petrified in place, maintaining a sneak attack posture. The heavy rain fell on his face like a waterfall, and his eyes did not blink.

A few strands of forehead hair formed two "S" shapes due to being soaked in rainwater, and the continuously sliding rainwater flowed freely around his face and lips.

really weird!

She looked up and down at the attacker, feeling it with her heart.

Strangely, she could not feel even the slightest malice in the attacker's heart.

Perceiving the evil in people's hearts is her housekeeping ability, how could this fail!

A car's high beam swept across the nearby road, and the face of the assailant was more clearly reflected in her eyes, a perfect and impeccable face, a young and fresh face without a trace of dust.

I can't feel his heartbeat under the palm of my hand, is this still a living person?