Grandpa... don't die... don't!

Song Shijing suddenly sat up on the stretcher, breathing rapidly and her chest kept rising and falling. .

Sister Yu, who was resting in her seat, opened her eyes like a conditioned reflex, "What's going on? Is there something wrong with my body? Is the injury better?"

"Sister Yu..." Song Shijing shouted softly, sat on the hospital bed, her hands slowly inserted into her hair, and her legs were rubbing constantly, as if she was enduring some pain.

The sunlight penetrated through the gaps in the blinds, and the room was filled with a strong smell of medicine, and Song Shijing's clothes were also replaced by Sister Yu to loose hospital clothes.

"Grandpa..." Song Shijing looked up at Sister Yu, and asked in a trembling voice: "Grandpa, where is Grandpa?"

If it were someone else, I might not explain the facts that Song Shijing actually knew, but Sister Yu was different, Sister Yu answered directly.

"The mountain master has already died in the battle, but his contribution to the demon-elimination master has made great contributions to the bright future of the demon-elimination master," Sister Yu replied loudly.

Song Shijing's body trembled, slowly hugged her knees, and sat and curled up there.

Even Sister Yu, who is also a woman, feels a little distressed when she looks at this.

"If you want to cry, just cry," Sister Yu sat beside the bed and patted Song Shijing on the shoulder.

The accumulated emotions, huge pressure, and the guilt that had not yet receded surged into my heart. Song Shijing burst into tears, and tears wet her cotton trousers.

Sister Yu's eyes were also a little red. Although she didn't respect Lao Shanzhu, she was specially trained by Lao Shanzhu when she was a child and had a relationship of master and apprentice.

Knock, knock on the door.

Sister Yu wiped her eyes and walked to the door in two steps.

In the corridors of the hospital, the roofs of the building, and nearby streets have been controlled by the direct forces of Kunwu Mountain. Even if the color city is very congested, the surrounding area is very quiet.

"Team leader, your phone has been sent back. The person who sent it back said that there is someone who claims to be very important and wants to talk to you."

Sister Yu angrily choked: "What does it mean to claim to be important?"

The guy scratched his head, "It was the person who called and said that he was very important, but we could not judge the specific aspects and degrees."

"Go," Sister Yu took back her phone and slammed the door.

I opened my phone and looked at the call record. Sister Yu's mouth twitched slightly... Didn't that boy like to play the role of the savior before? Why didn't he appear this time?

But Sister Yu glanced at Song Shijing and called back.

It’s not because Mu Qian said that he was important, he was really that important; in fact, Sister Yu felt that it was Mu Qian who could comfort Song Shijing at this time.

The phone was answered, and Sister Yu and Mu Qian were silent for about ten seconds at the same time.

Mu Qian: "How is she now?"

"What do you think?" Sister Yu was full of unwillingness, "Where did you go before? When you needed to come forward to save the world, there was no figure! Men really couldn't rely on them!"

Mu Qian coughed, and didn't explain much, and there was nothing to explain.

"She may be a little sensitive now, and there may be sequelae when awakening spiritual power. Please pay more attention."

"Why don't you come to see her by yourself?" Sister Yu's voice immediately rose, full of indignation.

Song Shijing, who was sitting there crying, sniffled and asked in a crying voice: "Who?"

"You have a good look," Sister Yu threw her cell phone to Song Shijing in anger. She was tactful and walked out of the ward and closed the door vigorously.

Mu Qian could vaguely hear Sister Yu’s roar: “What are you looking at! Be alert!”

There is no one else in this elder sister's way of venting her emotions.

Mu Qian coughed and unconsciously adjusted his voice, "Are you feeling better?"

"No... Xiaoqian, cough! My grandfather is dead... Xiaoqian, do you know... Grandfather is dead in front of me!"

Song Shijing cried and told.

"Well, I know... he is a respectable demon-removing master," Mu Qian paused, and for the first time he felt that his verbal reserves were a little pale. Song Shijing's crying and coughing sound came from the receiver. He also had the idea of ​​going to Song Shijing immediately.

But he suppressed this idea himself.

I don’t know how many minutes or more than ten minutes later, but in the lobby of the town government, the people’s emotions were slightly calmed down. The staff were running back and forth, verifying information, distributing comforts, and comforting warmly.

Those distorted black shadows gradually faded a lot, but they were more or less eliminated.

Mu Qian had already walked out of the hall with his cell phone and sat next to the flower bed, just listening to Song Shijing crying.

After crying for a long time, Song Shijing turned into sobs.

"Jie Ai, Kunwu Mountain has a lot of things to wait for you to do..." Mu Qian rubbed the tip of his nose, and suddenly felt a little cowardly.

Song Shijing: "Well... I will work hard to carry forward my grandfather's will. I will also want it in the future!"

The front of Mu Qian was suddenly filled with black lines.

This childish and fragile value...he can't criticize it yet, but he still has to take care of it.

"Xiao Qian, can I ask you something?" Song Shijing asked in a low voice.

Mu Qian smiled and said, "Well, if it's not difficult, I will consider helping you."

"We... don't meet recently," Song Shijing said with a little nervous voice, "I have no other intentions, it's just... it's just that my grandfather just passed away, and I have become like this. I need time to adapt..."

"Well, it's better not to see you recently," Mu Qian organized the language and said seriously: "Actually, you don't have to mind this aspect too much. I won't dislike you now."

Song Shijing was suddenly a little nervous: "Is this ugly now?"

Mu Qian sighed to the sky, and Song Shijing instantly petrified on the hospital bed... How could it be, is there a big difference in aesthetics between men and women? Whether it was seen on paper last time or reflected in the eyes of the huge moth, in addition to the inner shock, he was also slightly shocked by his own beauty...

"That," Song Shijing asked weakly: "Will plastic surgery take a long time to recover?"

"Silly girl," Mu Qian sneered, "Just be yourself."

Song Shijing suddenly had a thorn in her heart, and she was unknowingly distracted by Mu Qian, and her sadness decreased a lot.

The knock on the door suddenly sounded, and Sister Yu leaned in and looked for a while, and was a little surprised at the superb level of "that boy" to make the girl happy.

Sister Yu: "Wen Yu is here to see you, will she come in?"

"Just come in," Song Shijing wanted to get off the bed, but it was inconvenient to move with her cell phone, and she had no strength in her limbs, and her movements were a little soft and weak.

The ward door opened, and a pair of balloons broke into the room first...

Wen Yu walked in wearing a dress and looked at Song Shijing on the hospital bed with some complex eyes.

"Young Master, I'm here to discuss cooperation."
Chapter completed!