Chapter 883

"Madam, I have found out that this woman came out of the black mountain hell. Her strength is well hidden. There is a hidden clan behind the northern region. She is the saint of that clan! Leaving her may help us stabilize the northern region!"

As soon as Gong Zilin's extremely serious words turned, he looked at Song Ningyu with a mournful face and said, "madam, give me a move quickly. I can't support your husband. This woman is simply a madman!"

Song Ningyu leaned against his wheelchair and looked silent. When Gong Zilin looked down, he was very angry. This was his life-long event. Song Ningyu even slept! Wait! It's over!

Gong Zilin shook his head helplessly: "madam, just be willful and support for your husband. Anyway, no matter who wants to break us up, you can't leave me!"

Song Ningyu, leaning in the wheelchair, turned her eyes slightly, and the corners of her lips evoked a happy smile.

Gong Zilin glanced around and saw that there was no crazy girl. Then he slowly shook out of the dark alley. Walking along the Yuelao River, he would see a Yuelao Temple next to the river. He didn't know what the heyday of incense and fire was until Gong Zilin pushed his wheelchair to the gate of the Yuelao temple!

The nine burner tripod full of incense was filled with incense, and the whole Yuelao was shrouded in a piece of Zen incense. There were too many people in the Yuelao temple. Gong Zilin crowded a lot before he crowded past with song Ningyu. At the sight of Gong Zilin's beautiful appearance, a spring heart sprouted and constantly crowded beside him.

If it wasn't for the murderous spirit, he might have cost a few people!

After a cup of tea, Gong Zilin moved from the gate to the huge incense stove tripod. Gong Zilin looked back and his face was black.

In fact, it's only 200 steps from the furnace tripod to the gate

Gong Zilin's face became more and more gloomy. He pushed his wheelchair forward. A group of girls almost surrounded him in a circle. Gong Zilin finally ran out of patience and shouted, "get out!"

Those two words were as cold as ice, with a layer of cold murderous spirit, and the surrounding girl immediately dispersed.

There was also a fat girl who was not afraid of death. Standing in front of the wheelchair, she pointed to song Ningyu and smiled happily: "this woman is lame. What's good? The childe might as well marry me. My aunt said that my ass is big and can have a son."

Gong Zilin couldn't bear it. He waved a palm at the girl. The fat girl was immediately beaten to the sky and disappeared. Everyone was shocked. The originally crowded crowd was instantly reduced by more than half. Gong Zi was on his deathbed and was clean.

The crowd suddenly burst out a shrill cry: "ah! Kill!"

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Gong Zilin was so violent that he gnashed his teeth: "a group of shallow Dalits!"

Song Ningyu suddenly took his words: "the emperor who scolds the common people and the Dalits is not a good emperor."

Gong Zilin's anger and cold air on his face were immediately cleared: "madam, you didn't sleep?"

"My shoelace is loose. Tie it for me." song Ningyu didn't answer his words. Gong Zilin honestly turned to song Ningyu's body, squatted down and looked at it for a while. He raised his head and looked at Song Ningyu suspiciously.

"Lady, where do these shoes have shoelaces?"

"OK, there's nothing wrong. Aren't you going to ask for a autograph?" song Ningyu's smile on her lips was very shallow, but it was printed in the brightly lit Yuelao temple, which was extraordinary. Gong Zilin suddenly approached song Ningyu, held her face and spoiled a kiss on her forehead.

"Have some good luck with the lady."

After song Ningyu's actions, those people immediately became silent and stopped looking at them. If they were sincere, what would they do? The girl was really before. She didn't have eyes. Didn't she deserve it

Gong Zilin listened to the chatter of these women and suddenly understood song Ningyu's behavior.

Gong Zilin glanced at the jade stairs and pulled at the corners of his mouth. Visually, there were at least 49 steps. He pushed a wheelchair, which was not... Convenient!

"Madam, I'd better take you up." those people are looking at him, waiting to see a joke!

Song Ningyu nodded and stretched out his hand to him: "remember to bring up the wheelchair together. It is said that there is an old host in the Yuelao temple. It is just time to have a look." in fact, it is mainly the pure relationship spectrum. It is also mentioned that the old host of Yuelao temple in western countries is Yuehe.

Gong Zilin carefully carried song Ningyu into the Yuelao temple, sat her on a large and thin ball, stuffed a sign and put it in her hand: "smoke first, I'll get the wheelchair up."

Alas, I'm not used to going out without slaves!

Song Ningyu felt in the sign box for a long time. A calm and clear voice sounded in front of her: "if you want to sign, just take out the sign and go to the elder martial brother to solve it."

Song Ningyu's eyebrow beat. Her fingertips trembled and stroked the sign inside. She carefully took one piece and signed it out. The little Taoist took the sign and looked at it. She was stunned.

"This... This sign is damaged. Please draw another piece again."

Song Ningyu couldn't see. Listening to the tone of the little Taoist, he was afraid that the signature was not a good thing.

"Is there a need to draw again?" song Ningyu was surprised at Baofeng's signature box. The curious girl stepped forward, looked at the signature, covered some and murmured: "Ye fire burns... This..."

The little Taoist looked awkwardly at Gong Zilin, who hurriedly pushed the wheelchair. Song Jingyu listened to the footsteps behind him, reached out and threw the sign in the little Taoist's hand into the sign box, and made a movement of banning himself towards the little Taoist.

"How about the signature the lady asked?"

Song Ningyu stretched out her hands to Gong Zilin. Gong Zilin took her back to the tall wheelchair. Song Ningyu said with a smile, "my wife's luck is naturally excellent. It's about growing old together. Little Taoist, please take us to see the old host and say that the disciples of old friends of Huangdao come to visit."

The little Taoist looked awkwardly. The second senior brother behind song Ningyu took over the class. Gong Zilin pushed his wheelchair to keep up with the little Taoist. The woman who had just seen the sign looked at the calm back of the two people, and her eyes suddenly became wet.

Ye fire burns... Ye fire is the fire of hell

The backyard of Yuelao temple is much quieter than the front yard, but I can still hear the noise of people coming and going. As the little Taoist goes far, the sound fades away.

The little Taoist led song Ningyu and Gong Zilin all the way. He smiled at Song Ningyu and said, "as early as a year ago, the LORD said, if an old friend of Huangdao came to visit, just bring it here. The Lord is inside, please."

Peach blossoms were planted everywhere. The scenery in the small bridge and flowing water was pleasant. A moon lamp was hung on the corridor. Gong Zilin nodded. His face finally eased: "thank you."