Mobile reading When she woke up again, the original owner had been lying in the hospital bed for more than a week.
The mother, the director of the orphanage, watched her wake up, breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You kid, you scared me to death."
It's a kind of luck that the other party escaped death.
The original owner blinked his eyes, looked at Ming You who was standing in the darkness of the room, and showed a slight smile without any taboo, as if the incident of her fainting from being sucked blood did not exist at all.
After everyone left the original owner's room, Mingyou slowly moved to the bedside: "Don't you blame me?"
There was a hint of caution in his eyes, and his eyes kept hovering over the original owner's face.
Like a sinner waiting to be sentenced.
"Why should you blame me?
At least you were cured by me.
They used to say that I was a little monster.
Now that I have the ability, I can save people.
Maybe in the future, someone will take a fancy to me and give me a home."
"The original owner looked up at his innocent little face and said seriously.
"I will give you your home, I swear."
Mingyou looked at the serious look on the original owner's face, his eyes flashed, and he made a promise.
Year after year, days passed by inadvertently.
The young man who promised to give the original owner a home hid on a black stone, accompanying him day and night.
It was so long that the original owner thought they would continue to love each other like this, but he didn't want to have one.
Tao Anran, who looks similar to himself, appears in his life.
The illusion that An Qing showed at the beginning was the experience of the original owner in his previous life.
The tragedy was staged bit by bit in front of Mingyou's eyes.
It was as real as personal experience.
He experienced the infinite sadness in his heart and experienced that he had everything but could no longer grasp it. lived once The hand he most wanted to hold was desolate, but in the end he still did not change.
He launched an attack condensed with mana in the direction of An Qing.
An Qing dodged and dodged, and then another scene frightened Mingyou and Mengyun.
A great fantasy unfolds "The Tao family has been a family of exorcists for generations, but don't they distinguish between good and evil?
It's obvious that he did nothing wrong."
The pretty woman has a very similar appearance to the original owner, but she is dressed in ancient clothes. , standing in front of several old men, speaking plausibly.
Mingyou looked at this familiar scene and felt dizzy in his head.
When he opened his eyes again, he was wearing clothes very similar to that of the woman.
However, the woman was standing arguing with others, while he was being Imprisoned in a transparent porcelain bottle, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
"An Qing, you are the most outstanding exorcist of our Tao family.
Have you forgotten the Tao family's family rules for generations?
Even if ghosts have no intention of harming people for the time being, they should not exist in the world.
Then It is against the laws of heaven and cannot be tolerated by heaven."
Several old men were obviously very angry with the woman who was quite similar to the original owner, and they yelled while blowing their beards and glaring.
"What's wrong with him?
He shouldn't be destroyed in the family.
He just wants justice.
Although he is a ghost, he has done so many good things for the village.
If not, how could so many people be willing to give him "A memorial tablet for immortality."
The woman raised her somewhat heroic eyebrows and said loudly.
"He is a creature from the underworld.
He is not a god but is worshiped by gods.
This is his sin.
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Now the national master has ordered the exorcist family to get rid of him.
You have obviously met him.
Why didn't you take action?
If we hadn't discovered anything unusual, I'm afraid that the whole family is in trouble now because of you, have you ever thought about it?"
Several old men yelled angrily, but there was a hint of hollowness in their voices.
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