Space Spirit Spring: Farmer Girl Cleverly Headed Home

Ji Fengyun appropriately expressed his concern for the farce in the scene just now. After hearing a few words from Su Haitang's narration, a pair of sword eyebrows flying diagonally into the temple raised.

"The civet cat changes the prince? It's like a legendary novel. Sister Mingzhu, your adventures are not something ordinary people can have."

Listening to his meaningful tone, Su Haitang's heart beat, and her heart said that her adventures end here!

Seeing that Goddess Sun was reluctant, He Anbang took the conversation and asked Ji Fengyun about his life on the mountain over the years.

"Bitterness!"

Ji Fengyun has a sudden change in temperament, and he feels bitter!

"Grandpa He, don't you know that my master is not a human being!"

"He doesn't treat me as a human being! He wakes up before dawn to practice exercises, and the chickens have not yet cried! Then he has to meditate and recite, chop wood, cook, wash dishes and wash clothes, learn Chinese, mathematics, politics, geography, history, law, foreign languages, and eight subjects. Foreign language!"

"What can a Daoist do, learn so many foreign languages! Send to a foreign country to preach, and dominate the world?"

"I also need to learn French painting, musical instruments, all kinds of kung fu! Do you know how many instruments I have learned? Guqin, Pipa, flute, Suona, Huqin, Yangqin, gongs, drums, cymbals, everything! I can sing! I can sew clothes!"

Ji Fengyun complained in one breath, and made Su Haitang laugh and collapse on the back of his chair like a cross talk.

"Oh? Sing and listen." He Anbang asked with interest.

Ji Fengyun squeezed, his fair face turned red.

"Okay? Give me some face in front of Sister Mingzhu, right?"

Su Haitang laughed softly and asked him to sing.

"Next time, we are here." From the corner of his eye, Ji Fengyun slipped past the familiar scenery outside the window, heaved a sigh of relief, and finally escaped.

He just escaped from the master's clutches, but he has to spend a few days of unfettered and comfortable life, and never sing the roaring drama again!

Su Haitang hurriedly sorted out his expressions, secretly muttering that the little Taoist who asked for "medicine" for his grandfather was unreliable. Grandpa was so sick that he wanted to ask for foreign aid, and he said and laughed so vigorously, his heart is really big!

The group was silent, and went through several checkpoints. After rigorous hand washing and disinfection, they put on a full set of disinfection protective clothing and entered the ward.

Along the way, Su Haitang's heart is getting higher and higher after seeing tight defensive measures beyond imagination.

What level of treatment does this have to enjoy? If she makes some mistakes, can Grandpa protect her?

"Don't be nervous, you are our distinguished guest."

Ji Fengyun resumed his previous state of being like a dog, as if the second person in the car just now had nothing to do with him.

Su Haitang nodded gratefully at him, trying to squeeze a smile, but failed.

He Anbang directly took her hand in, and the old man's steady posture was like a big tree sheltering the wind and rain, giving her a sense of peace of mind.

"Uncle He."

An equally armed lady got up, her eyes were red and her eyes were full.

"Swallow, I'll look at the old chief. This is my granddaughter Pearl who has just returned home."

He Anbang briefly introduced his granddaughter, and turned back to signal Su Haitang. "Call Auntie."

Su Haitang called people obediently, smiled politely at the young and beautiful aunt, and turned to look at the sleeping patient in the hospital bed.

Sleeping lion.

A line of words flashed in Su Haitang's mind, then his eyes moved down, looking at the oxygen mask buttoned on his nose and mouth, rubbing his fingers embarrassedly.

Even if she wants to save people and her mouth is blocked, how can she feed Lingquan water?

"What did the younger sister see?"

Ji Fengyun had been paying attention to her reaction, and when she saw that she seemed to have something, he asked quietly.

Su Haitang pursed her lips and dared not speak at will.

"Good boy, you have a way to just say it! We accept your love!"

Yan Jingyuan grabbed her hand anxiously and pleaded sincerely.

"Can I take a closer look?" Su Haitang was forced to go up to Liangshan, greeted grandpa's encouraging gaze, and said bitterly.

Be a dead horse doctor!