Ye Zhen came from a distance, wearing clean clothes. He had obviously just arrived.
Ye Zhen said in a hoarse voice: "I was passing by and thought I would stop by to see you."
Mu Xi blinked, with warmth in her heart: "I happen to be going home too, can we go back together?"
Ye Zhen nodded: "Okay."
Back at Song's house, before she even entered, Mu Xi heard Mr. Song's earth-shattering roar: "You bastard, if I don't teach you a lesson for a day, you'll get itchy, right? Believe it or not, even if I'm too old to move, I can still... I’ll slap you to death!”
Mu Xi blinked and walked into the yard with Ye Zhen. In the yard, Mr. Song was chasing Song Qinghan with a kitchen knife, while her mother tried hard to persuade him, but she couldn't do it.
Song Qinghan looked helpless: "Dad, I really do it for the best for you and my little sister. I have no other intentions..."
"How dare you say it! How dare you say it! I have to cut off your hand today!" Mr. Song was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, and ran faster.
Song Qinghan looked at the old man who was walking like flying, while thinking about how to calm the old man down.
Since the little sister came back, the old man's health has been getting better and better. No, she has been chasing him for several laps.
Seeing Mu Xi and the others coming back from the corner of his eye, Song Qinghan's eyes lit up and he said quickly: "Okay, okay, Dad, don't scare the child. You want to scare Mu Xi."
Upon hearing that his precious granddaughter was back, Mr. Song stopped and threw the kitchen knife on the ground, but his face was still very ugly.
Mu Xi looked at her grandfather and then at Song Qinghan, who looked a little pale: "What are you doing?"
Mr. Song hates that iron cannot become steel: "Ask your useless uncle! Ask him what he did!"
Song Qinghan's eyes were a little innocent: "What can I do? I just gave the old man and your mother a gift... "
Mu Xi expressed her confusion. Giving gifts was a good thing. Why was grandpa so angry and chasing him with a kitchen knife
"A gift? How dare you call it a gift! You damn brat, you gave me and your sister a coffin each! Do you want to curse us to death!" When Mr. Song mentioned this gift, he wanted to pick up a kitchen knife and hit Song Qinghan. Cut off.
Mu Xi: "..."
She felt that she had heard wrongly and couldn't help but ask again: "What did uncle give you?"
Mr. Song was furious: "Coffins! He gave me and your mother a coffin each!"
Mu Xi: "..."
She finally understood why the old man was so angry.
Mu Xi looked at Song Qinghan, you said he was still fine, but you gave him a coffin. Isn't this a curse to death
Encyclopedia laughed so hard: "Uncle is really talented."
Song Qinghan was helpless: "I'm really doing it for you, but I have no other intentions. This coffin is really a good thing. Who is that... Xiaozhang! Xiaozhang, come out quickly!"
Hearing his uncle's call, with a 'swish' sound, Xiaozhang appeared in front of everyone riding on his precious coffin, his eyes shining: "Uncle, call me!"
"Be good." Uncle patted Xiao Zhan's head, then walked around behind the coffin and patted Xiao Zhan's precious coffin: "Did you see it? The coffin is a good thing. Xiao Zhan, fly it over and show it to grandpa."
"Okay!" Xiao Zhan immediately returned to the coffin and controlled the coffin to fly around, which was very exciting.
Song Qinghan looked at Mr. Song: "Dad, this is my purpose."
Only then did Mu Xi realize that her uncle had been surprised by Xiao Zhan's coffin that day.
He originally wanted to trick Xiao Zhan into getting his coffin, but the appearance of Mu Xi made his plan fail.
But my uncle didn't plan to give up so soon. He quickly came up with the idea of building his own coffin, and then spent a lot of money to build two coffins...
"However, the coffin made by my uncle may not have the same functions as Xiaozhang." Without these functions, it is just an ordinary coffin.
Song Qinghan patted his sleeves: "So, I originally just wanted to bring it back and let Xiao Zhan see how it needs to be made, but the old man saw it and..."
Mr. Song snorted coldly.
Can you blame him
Anyone who hears his son saying that he wants to send him a coffin will not be able to bear it, right
He's not dead yet!
Xiaozhang was still flying around everyone. After flying for a while, he saw that no one was looking at him. He blinked and asked, "Uncle, is Xiaozhang still flying?"
Song Qinghan waved: "No need to fly, Xiaozhang, come down."
Xiaozhang came to Song Qinghan obediently.
Song Qinghan asked kindly: "Xiao Zhan, look, uncle likes your coffin very much, but uncle is a kind person and doesn't like to take advantage of others, so uncle plans to make one himself. Can you tell uncle what your coffin is?" How?"
Xiao Zhan shook his head: "Xiao Zhan doesn't know."
Song Qinghan was a little disappointed: "You really don't know?"
"Xiao Zhan can't remember." Xiao Zhan shrugged his head, then thought of something, opened the coffin lid, and invited Song Qinghan to please: "Uncle likes it, Xiao Zhan can sleep with uncle for two days!"
Song Qinghan looked at the coffin longingly for several times, and finally gave up.
"No need." He was afraid that after he slept for two days, he would not give the child back.
"Okay, okay, since it's all a misunderstanding, dad, don't be angry with me." Song Qinglan quickly smoothed things over.
Mr. Song was still not happy: "Who would deliver a coffin to someone? I can't be angry anymore?"
"Actually..." Mu Xi said slowly: "I also have two coffins."
Mr. Song: "..."
Mu Xi slowly took out a crystal coffin and a gold coffin, which were sent by Lou Jingxiao before.
Not to mention, Mu Xi had never heard of anyone being weird enough to put someone in a coffin. Before, she only thought Lou Jingxiao was a pervert, but now even his uncle was the same type of person.
Mu Xi said: "If grandpa needs it, I can take these two paintings."
Mr. Song: "..."
All Mr. Song could think about was that his son and granddaughter sent him a coffin together... coffin... coffin...
After a moment, Song Qinglan screamed: "It's not good, Mu Xi, hurry up, your grandpa has fainted!"
Mu Xi: "..."
Did she just say something wrong
Mr. Song fainted and didn't wake up until the night. Fortunately, the old man was fine, but he was too shocked to accept that he fainted for a while.
Mu Xi took a lot of the elixirs that Nalan Hai had given her to heal her body and fed them to the old man. The old man's complexion immediately improved a lot.
Mu Xi was worried about the old man's health, so he didn't go back and stayed at the Song family directly.
In this world, the stars are very bright at night. Mu Xi wanted to ask her uncle who the enemy of the Song family was, but Song Qinghan was so mysterious that she didn’t know where he had gone. She could only go back to the room and pretend to sleep until Mr. Song and the others fell asleep. , and asked Xiaozhang to borrow a coffin to go to the forbidden area of Shenhun Pavilion.
The night wind was a bit cool and blowing, and there were a few soft sounds outside the door.
Because she was pretending to sleep, Mu Xi did not fall asleep, so when the door to her room was pushed open silently, she instantly became alert.
A tall figure slowly came to her bedside, his body filled with black mist. He slowly stretched out his hands, and his hands were bent into claws, reaching directly to the top of her head!
"Girl, be careful!"
Without needing to be reminded by the encyclopedia, Mu Xi ducked back and suddenly opened her eyes. The person in front of her shocked her.
"father?"