Ji Yun felt that his hands and feet were getting cold every inch, "Does he think that Xiao Liu is Tang Monk? Drinking her blood can cure diseases, prolong life, and become immortal?"

"That's right! Our Xiaoliu is just a human being, not a god."

Bai Luyu felt that this rumor was simply unreasonable, and asked Luo Yin: "Mom, who invented this bullshit statement? Is it just the imagination of that bitch Sean?"

Luo Yin raised her eyes and looked at them, her beautiful eyes filled with words that were hard to express.

"no."

She said expressionlessly, "If you want to trace the origin, the blood of Saint Yilan can cure all diseases. This statement was made up by your grandfather...that is, my father."

"What???"

Ji Yun and Bai Luyu both opened their eyes wide, "Grandpa?!"

Thinking of the words he had just scolded, Bai Luyu shut his mouth in embarrassment, feeling as if his grandfather was going to open the coffin, jump out and beat him.

He couldn't help but clasping his hands together and muttering in a low voice: "I'm sorry, Grandpa, I didn't say what you said was bullshit, nor did I mean to call you a bullshit..."

Fu Zi was listening beside her, dumbfounded. Isn't this really getting darker and darker?

Luo Yin also had a headache when she mentioned her father who was all a scam, "Your grandpa is quite unreliable. In order to raise the value of the Yilan clan, he would make up all kinds of lies. The key is that if he dares to say it, others will dare to

Xin. Especially Sean, he didn’t even think about it. If our blood is really that effective and just a little blood can save people, why would he have to study medicine so hard? He is crazy. If he spreads it,

I am convinced of it."

Paranoid people are the most difficult to deal with. They don’t want others to think, they only want to feel what they think.

Over there, Luo Junheng was already talking to Nan Song. Luo Yin walked over and said, "Give me the phone and I'll have a word with Xiaoliu."

After receiving the call, Luo Yin said: "My dear, how are you? Are you scared to death?"

Hearing her mother's voice, Nan Song suddenly felt an inexplicable grievance. She leaned against the bed, lowered her head slightly, her voice was mixed with a hint of sobs, and sounded soft and waxy, "You were so scared that you peed..."

.”

Luo Yin seemed to be teasing her on purpose, "Don't tell me, after I gave birth to you, I leaked urine every time I sneezed. You don't know how embarrassed I was at that time..."

Southern Song: "-_-|| (Khan)"

Who wants to hear this from you?

Moreover, are these the same thing? One is a psychological problem and the other is a physiological problem.

"Okay, as long as it's okay, our Xiaoliu has never experienced any big storms, so this is nothing."

Luo Yin's voice was as free and bold as ever, as if she was not in the dangerous Dongzhen, but in the vast prairie of Inner Mongolia. "When I was pregnant with you, Sean was chasing after me and wanted to be with you every day.

When I started, I carried you here and there with my big belly, hiding here and there, but you still rolled out of my belly healthy and healthy. When you were born, you weighed six pounds and seven taels! Purple fat, purple fat.

Yes, it looks like a big purple eggplant!"

Nan Song: "..."

Are you polite?

"I was made to cry because of your ugliness at that time. Why don't I raise you to be beautiful now?"

Luo Yin said: "The baby in your belly, my eldest grandson, will definitely go smoothly and be born healthy. Don't think about anything, just take care of the pregnancy. If the sky falls, your husband and your brothers will be there to hold it up."

.”

Brothers behind: "..."
Chapter completed!