The Koi Boss Has Grown Up Through the Ages

Jiang Li’s uncle was hiding behind the old locust tree at the entrance of Jiang’s Traditional Chinese Medicine Museum. He saw Jiang Li’s mother going out to the backyard and was about to sneak into the Traditional Chinese Medicine Museum. At this moment, he saw Jiang Li holding a big red oily paper umbrella. Stepped out of the threshold.

Jiang Li's uncle almost dropped his chin in shock.

Jiang Li has been sick in bed for more than a month, and according to the doctor's diagnosis, he can live another ten days at most. The doctors in several hospitals couldn't find out exactly what disease Jiang Li had, but it was certain that Jiang Li's vital signs were quietly disappearing.

Jiang Li's mother had to take Jiang Li home, looking for folk remedies, hoping to find another way to save Jiang Li's life.

The various immortal Buddhas and great gods that had been invited had exhausted all their energy, and Jiang Li still had no breath but no air in the air. Jiang Li's mother went to discuss with his brother-in-law with red eyes in tears, and began to prepare for Jiang Li's funeral. More than a month ago, Jiang Li's father passed away due to an accident, and his daughter was going to be sent away again. Jiang Li's mother had already cried out of tears.

Jiang Li's mother staggered, without a raincoat, and walked toward the backyard in the rain. If she could look back at this moment, she would definitely be able to see her daughter holding a big red oiled paper umbrella from the back, maybe the story would be completely different.

Jiang Li's uncle lay behind the big locust tree and watched Jiang Li disappear into the twilight rain with a big red oiled paper umbrella.

"It's hard for Su's main path to come back to light?"

Jiang Li's uncle was taken aback.

The rain water slid into the back of his neck along the rain cap, cool and irritated, he wiped his neck, the cat waist slipped to the front of the Jiang's Traditional Chinese Medicine Museum, gently pushed with both hands, and the double wooden doors opened.

For this moment, Jiang Li's uncle had been waiting for twenty years. As long as you can get that treasure, buy a house for your two sons, buy a car and marry a wife, realizing wealth and freedom in life is not a dream...

The first rain since the beginning of summer in Wujin City was crackling.

On the narrow road in the suburbs, a delicate figure walked casually under the big red oiled paper umbrella. As night falls, the suburban trails are off the beaten track.

A few hundred meters further ahead is the Qingshan Cemetery.

She stared at the hillside ahead without squinting, suddenly moved the corner of her mouth and smiled silently, her eyes shining brightly under the big red oiled paper umbrella.

"Sneak attack on me, looking for death!"

Jiao Jiao turned around abruptly, the big red oil paper umbrella was like a blooming lotus, blocking the attacker's fist, and she waved her palm from under the lotus.

Hong Su's hand hit the chest of the attacker, as long as the fingertips pressed hard against his heart, the attacker would surely fall into a coma with severe pain in the meridian.

At this moment, she stared into the eyes of the assailant and was stunned.

What kind of eyes are these?

These eyes are hollow and not half angry, UU reading www.uukanshu. The fists and posture that com struck seemed rigid and rigid under mechanical control.

The attacker was petrified in place, maintaining a sneak attack posture. The heavy rain fell on his face, and his eyes did not blink.

A few strands of forehead hair formed two "S" shapes because of the rain, and the rain that kept sliding down ran across his face and lips freely, and his whole body was dripping, as if being fished out of the water.

really weird!

She looked up and down at the sneak attacker, and at the same time felt it with her heart.

The strange thing was that she couldn't feel even the slightest malice in the sneak attacker's heart.

It's her housekeeping skill to perceive the evil of people's hearts, how could this fail!

A high beam of car light swept across the nearby road, and the assailant's face was reflected in her eyes more clearly, a face that was both Chinese and Western, impeccably perfect, and a face that was young and fresh, without a trace of dust.