Cobalt-blue porcelain

Mu Wanchen said that I was young and didn't know the sorrow.But I know that once entangled with a man this deeply, it's impossible to retreat unscathed.Perhaps only at this time can one truly feel the...I wonder how the underworld will handle such a wicked infant spirit... I watched as the eldest baby spirit vanished into the small ghost gate.

The two men roared angrily, “This isn’t over! You took the spirit of our master's infant, this is a feud we've made! You dared to mess with us! You can hide anywhere, it won't do any good, we will definitely...” 哎喲……”

My brother stealthily pulled out a stun gun. I have no idea where he got those illegal weapons!

He sneered and said, "Threatening words should be directed at the right people. Don't think we're easy to bully You don't even know who my brother-in-law is! My brother-in-law is—"

He paused for a moment after saying that, then turned to me and asked, "Who's your brother-in-law Why is my mind suddenly blank..."

I also want to know! Why can't I remember important things All I know is that I have children and a husband, but I can't remember anything about him!

Huiqing the monk mentioned that your husband came from the underworld, and only then did I feel a sudden enlightenment. Yes, he doesn't seem like an ordinary person.

But no one told me more information, so I can't remember anything.

This chaos isn't my doing, I lost my ring, maybe it's connected.

"I don't care what brother-in-law you are! Even if your brother-in-law were the emperor himself, messing with us is like messing with our entire village! We won't let you get away with this..."

The two men's gazes swept over me and my brother.

They couldn't beat my brother, after all, he had a backpack full of contraband. They could only help each other limp away.

I wasn't planning on doing anything to them, not even thinking about calling the police. At most, if they showed up, it would just be a charge of assault.

"Xiao Qiao, you think... these two people... could be related to the two corpse-walkers we killed before" My brother whispered.

"Brother, what was the name of my husband from the underworld Do you remember"

My brother opened his mouth, suddenly showing a bewildered expression. He also patted his head: "Damn, how come it feels like my brain goes blank when I'm about to speak I don't even seem to know his name... Didn't I always call him brother-in-law"

Is it as Huicang said, that words have a spirit of their own

If there really are spirits, then why do we have words on the tip of our tongues yet our minds go blank Could it be that what we want to say has become taboo

Who set this "taboo" Was it the deities we worship

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A biting wind swept through as we entered the late December, and we discussed bringing our father home for a reunion dinner. This year's New Year was tight on funds, but at least we could still be together.

Unfortunately, Old Man Chen, this fellow, actually came crying and begging me to lend him some money.

“Young hero, young heroine, after the paternity test, it's really my child. Now that miss is demanding 200,000 yuan, I simply don’t have that much money! Originally, we agreed on 100,000 yuan, and I had saved 80,000… My wife cried all night, gave me all her savings, but now we're still short of 100,000!”

Old Man Chen took out his old phone and showed us pictures of his baby on the screen.

She was a little girl, the apple of Old Man Chen's eye. He was overjoyed to have her, thanking heaven so fervently he almost wore through the floorboards.

That Miss, seeing him so fond of her, immediately opened her mouth wide and said that she needed to recuperate in confinement, hire a nanny, and the nutritional expenses were very expensive. She even said that if he didn't give her 200,000 yuan, she would sell their daughter!

This woman is so vicious, she must have completely figured out Old Chen.

"Old Chen, it's not that we don't want to lend you the money. Your wife has been understanding towards you, and we don't have much reason to blame you. But honestly, we're so poor that we can't even afford enough for New Year's!" My brother shook his head.

"Eh Young Master, are you guys also poor" Old Chen looked at me after he turned his head, not quite believing what my brother said.

I huddled on the couch wrapped in a blanket, laughing and saying, "I'm really broke, I swear. I only have a few hundred yuan left for the whole year."

Being so poor that even the New Year's Eve dinner had to be carefully planned, there was really nothing else. This was the first time I felt this nervous about the New Year in my memory.

Before, when Mr. Chen did the paternity test, we lent him the money. Now, we are completely out of funds.

This shop has been closed for three years, and it only opens during the New Year period. With the Lunar New Year approaching soon, what business could there possibly be

Old Chen was crying his heart out, sitting at the door of my house flipping through photos of that little girl on his phone. He cried and kissed the photos while saying "I'm sorry, daughter," it was heartbreaking to see.

"I can't take it anymore," I told my brother, "Maybe I should borrow some money from Lin Yanhuan to give him He's put all his hope into this. We should help him out no matter what…"

When I called Lin Yanhuan, he gave me a time to wait for him in his office. He's currently at an airport out of town.

Back at Lin Yanhuan's company building, the two beauties at the front desk let me straight into the special elevator and wait. Their eyes kept glancing at my stomach.

I couldn't be bothered to pay attention. After going up to Lin Yanhuan's office floor, I just sat on the bench in the hallway and waited.

This floor's conference room, secretary's office, and CEO's office were all so cold, with black, white, and gray as the only colors, devoid of any extra decorations.

This guy must be a frigid iceberg man. This cold-style office is just nerve-wracking to look at.

I hadn't sat down for ten minutes when the elevator opened, and Lin Yanhuan arrived almost on the dot.

When he saw me, he was taken aback. His first reaction was to look at his watch.

"How did you get here so early I thought I was late." He looked serious, as if being late was a very serious matter.

If I have a request for someone, of course I should come early to wait.

He reached out and pulled me toward his office. I felt a little awkward, but there were too many curious eyes behind me, and I couldn't possibly slap him in the face in front of his subordinates.

As I approached his office door, a sense of unease washed over me. Just as he was about to press his fingerprint, I swiftly slapped his wrist aside.

"What's wrong" he looked at me curiously.

"What's in your office" I reached out and touched the thick door.

A chill ran down his spine, and a cold, oppressive air seemed to emanate from behind the door.

"It's nothing, just an extra decoration." He forcefully pushed the door open.

As soon as he stepped in, he frowned: "Why is the air conditioner set so low"

How could it possibly be the air conditioning My gaze swept across his ridiculously spacious office, landing on a new, eye-catching blue and white porcelain vase on the bookshelf.

That figure was very strange. It was thin at the bottom and wider at the top, with two ears...

Like a person's head.

"Oh, this is from Si Tu Lin. My mom got it for me," Lin Yanhuan explained.

As soon as I heard the name "Si Tu Lin", I immediately grasped my Thunder Bureau with my right hand, invoking the Yin Lei Jue. The Bogu frame shook in mid-air, knocking over this blue and white porcelain bottle and shattering it into two halves.

Lin Yanhuan was stunned for a moment, and said helplessly: "Xiao Qiao, if you don't like the Situ family, I will just take this thing away. There's no need to smash it..."agic" I tilted my head, asking."That's right. The damaged parts of the Dharma Gate have already begun to merge with the scenery of the mortal world, gradually revealing themselves. And this dead place...