"My brother doesn't like sweet food. Let's eat Mengmeng."
Qiao Yanran repeatedly refused, she is so big a person, there is no need to eat with Mengmeng strong sugar.
After listening to Qiao Yanran's words, Meng Meng's eyes are as clear as glass. They seem to be judging the truth of this sentence.
"My brother really doesn't like sweet food. My brother likes meat. After a while, my brother will take Mengmeng to hunt meat in the mountains, OK?"
Qiao Yan Ran touched her small head, soft voice way.
Mengmeng nodded seriously. Then she put the candy in her mouth and bit it twice. Her cheek was like a hamster.
Qiao Yanran stepped a little faster and soon came to Yang Baoliang's home.
Yang Baoliang's house is besieged.
Yang Baoliang is a sincere man with no heart. He had many friends during his lifetime. People in the village like to deal with him. Now that he has passed away, many people in the village have come to express their condolence.
Qiao Yanran protects Meng Meng and pushes her into the yard. She looks at the hall.
The hall has been hung with the photos of Bai Ling and Yang Baoliang. Wearing white coarse linen clothes, more than a dozen relatives kneeling in front of the body sit on the haystack, crying out of breath.
It's not long since the beginning of spring, but it's very warm. The corpse is put directly on the straw mat, and it's easy to be broken. So I contacted the funeral home and sent an ice coffin.
Qiao Yan Ran's eyes looked around again, and didn't find anything unusual there. Just as she was going to leave, she heard someone whispering in front of her.
A tall and strong middle-aged man lowered his voice and said to the man with dark skin and simple and honest face: "are you talking about evil?
Last year, almost at this time, Yang Jiang in our village died. He was the same age as Bao Liang. He died suddenly and strangely.
Again this year. "
The simple and honest looking man, eh, said: "you say so, I also remember, that Yangjiang is a cow, right?
Is it because of the bad luck of cattle in the past two years
Qiao Yanran listened to two people's words, the eyebrow frowned.
Listen to the dialogue between the two, this is definitely not a simple coincidence! Now that Yang Baoliang has passed away, who is the next person?
Yang carpenter is fifty years old and belongs to cattle.
Qiao Yanran pinched her eyebrows and recalled the plot.
She only received the memory of Yang Yumeng in detail, but Yang's high fever burned her brain, and she knew very little about the outside world.
The plot is very simple.
However, according to the memory of the original owner, he could not eat a meal for several days, so it was estimated that the carpenter Yang was gone.
How could Yang Meng be so hungry? He even spent tens of thousands of yuan in the hospital to treat Mengmeng's brain.
It's tens of thousands of yuan, but for Yang carpenter, all his savings over the years.
From this, we can see that.
[diddidi - the branch mission has been triggered: fulfill the original owner's will and prevent Yang carpenter from dying. 】The sound of xiaoyuwan rings in Qiao Yanran's ear.
The task of system release is Yang Yumeng's last wish, not Yang Qinglan's.
About Yang Qinglan, what Qiao Yanran knows at present is only one name, and she knows nothing about the rest, but she feels that Yang Qinglan's identity is absolutely not simple.
She said, the fingertips intentionally or unintentionally rubbed the jade pendant hanging on the red rope around her neck.