Crossing fortune telling: Mental illnesses running in both directions

While I was so angry that my heart ached, I had to resign myself to helping my senior sister who was pretending to be nauseous to calm down.

The more Fu Guanci thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong: "Are you really willing to let us be separated for a few more years?!"

The tone was full of disbelief, and the look in her eyes was as if she was looking at a scumbag who stopped cherishing the guy as soon as she got him.

Shen Zhinian tried to tighten the corners of his mouth and said with genuine concern: "Ah Xiang, have you forgotten that now that the stowaways have been dealt with, our focus from now on is just to return to the valley and concentrate on training?"

"Is not you going home?"

He raised the back of his hand and touched the other person's forehead.

There's no fever either.

Fu Guanci: “…”

Finally realizing what stupid things he had just said, Fu Guanci looked away awkwardly.

Regarding this major event in his life, he was able to remember throughout the whole day that there was a stowaway named Song Yun that had not been dealt with. This was already the result of his hard work in staying calm!

It was rare to see him do something stupid. Shen Zhinian and the others endured it for a long time, but finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.

After finally stopping laughing, I saw the other person's ears turned red from laughing, and then I continued laughing.

She asked knowingly: "Do we need to wait a little longer?"

He Qingyu put one hand behind his back, as if if he just said the right word, the long-lost whip of love would appear out of thin air and whip this evil disciple who was suspected of running away from home into the special twist of Tiangong Mansion.

Duan Tinghan said in a loud voice: "Senior sister, please stop bullying Second Senior Brother. A man's blushing face means everything!"

Fang Wushuang's mouth twitched, and he silently complained: "You didn't let him go either."

Go home... She said go home.

Fu Guanci lowered his eyelashes, and the throbbing in his heart made him dazed for a moment.

Sun Moon Valley is his home, and they are each other's eternal relatives and belonging.

He spoke, unable to hide the smile in his eyes, and said softly: "Let's go, let's go and deal with the stowaways now, and we can go home early."

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When Shen Zhinian and his group arrived at the temporary residence hosted by the puppet man, Song Yun, who had no extra energy to consume and could only rely on the coachman to move, had just finished the bumpy escape journey where every second felt like an age.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, a mouthful of scarlet blood spurted out towards the door.

The driver was so frightened that he jumped from the horse's back to the roof of the carriage, making a sharp sound: "Ahhhhhhh, someone is going to die in this carriage!!!"

Then the frightened horse ran away, no longer caring about the life or death of its master who was shaking like a sieve.

Song Yun: “!!!”

How could Song Yun have ever been treated like this?

The whole person looked like a devil from hell, with gray eyes staring at the direction the driver left, repeating word by word: "Good... Very good..."

Fortunately, he knew that the important matter was important, so he dragged his body, which was beginning to emit a strong aura of death, and moved step by step into the building.

The mansion was not small, but at the moment there was no one guarding the door. If it were not for the faint sound of footsteps from inside the door, one would have mistakenly thought that there was a problem with the system detection.

Song Yun stopped at the entrance vigilantly, his whole body tense, making sure he could escape quickly if he realized something was wrong.

[Are you sure Fu Xiuyuan is in there? ]

0052 searched once more, but his energy was too low. He could only tell how many people were distributed in which locations, and that there was indeed only one person sitting on the main seat in the main courtyard.

He said truthfully: [I can't confirm the identity, I can only detect the location of the living. ]

Song Yun frowned and instantly thought of backing out.

He was really scared of being deceived. In his current state, he could not withstand the slightest failure.

But on the way here, he didn't see any people, let alone any garbage. If he really left this place, he would be dead and would never live to find the next group of living people.

If you leave, you will surely die.

If you take a gamble, there is still a glimmer of hope.

Even if those people from the Sun Moon Valley were really lying in wait here for him to break in, he could abandon this body, absorb the vitality of the living and escape.

After thinking this through, in order to prevent the population from being dispersed and not being able to absorb everyone at once, Song Yun ordered: [It doesn't matter if the identity is uncertain, use the old method to send a message to Fu Xiuyuan and ask him to gather everyone. ]

It would be best if those people from Sun Moon Valley were not there, because even if they wanted him to go in, they would do so.

0052 I understood what he meant in seconds and agreed immediately: [OK.]

After successfully witnessing the transformed rat enter the mansion, 0052's "sight" followed closely behind it.

Until they "saw" the person in the main seat move, then everyone in the entire mansion began to move their positions and head towards the main courtyard.

0052: [It’s done.]

Song Yun nodded, and before pushing open the door and stepping into the mansion, he once again reminded: "Remember, no matter who you meet later, just absorb these nutrients."

……

At the main seat, Master He, who was cosplaying as Jiang Taigong fishing, was leisurely blowing on the hot tea in his hand.

In front of everyone, there stood stiffly a man named Song who had risked everything and resolutely stepped into the yard.

At that moment, after the New Year's greetings, Song Yun finally recalled once again the fear of being inexplicably killed by He Qingyu who was passing by, and the overwhelming hatred for having been turned into a pool of meat paste for many years without any dignity!

He was angry, he screamed, he coughed, and he bled!

Thousands of words turned into one sentence: "It's you!!!"

At the same time, 0052's terrified cry pierced through his sea of ​​consciousness: [Not good!!! Host!!! 】

Song Yun's head nearly exploded from the shock of the sound wave: [Shut up, absorb nutrients quickly, now, extract my soul body immediately!!!]

then……

A minute passed...

Two minutes have passed...

The "crackling" sound attracted people's attention in the quiet scene which was like seeing a ghost late at night.

Fu Guanci crushed the melon seeds one by one with each hand and piled them into the small plate beside Shen Zhinian. Noticing everyone's slightly speechless gazes cast at him, he took the time to raise his chin in the direction of Song Yun.

"Why are you looking at me? Go see him."

Everyone: "..."

“…Oh, yes.”

Duan Tinghan turned around: "What is he doing?"

Fang Wushuang thought for a moment and replied seriously: "Pee."

Oh.

Um? ! ! !

Duan Tinghan didn't even have time to close his mouth, and the next second he was so frightened that his jaw almost dislocated: "Is it really okay to say such rough words?"

"Why is it peeing?" There is no cause and effect relationship at all, and the topic jumps dramatically!

Fang Wushuang glanced at him, as if puzzled as to why he had such a question: "Don't men do that while standing?"

He didn't move at all, as if he was frightened by seeing his master.

Duan Tinghan: “…”

He wanted to refute, opened his mouth, and finally blurted out: "That's true... but... it doesn't mean that I have to stand there all the time!"

After that, he turned his head and sought the approval of the person concerned: "Tell me quickly, do you have any physical defects?"

"You're incontinent!"

Song Yun was almost mad with anger. His body was no longer stiff and he almost couldn't breathe. "You are crazy! You are crazy! Why do you humiliate me like this? Go to hell!!!"

A string of asterisks that should have been blocked at this moment spread through the air and entered everyone's ears.

Duan Tinghan blinked and translated online: "He said he was."