Chapter 504: Funeral (3)

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"Hey, I hope you can say it." The season is cold and disdainfully.
Ling He looked up at the season and said: "Miss's spiritual position, we have to take it away."
I didn’t hear the music in the season.
You said that it’s taken away when you take it away? How can the monsoon smoke be our family? How can her spiritual position take you away? Don’t dream.

Linghe’s brows are crumpled.
How do you say to the ladies in the quarter? You know for yourself, no matter what, we can’t leave the lady’s spiritual position in the quarter.

The season sentiment did not agree with the smile. "It’s not a broken spirit. Are you really rare in our quarter? But it’s just that she looks at her monsoon smoke." The season is like this, but my heart is clear, no matter How much she hates the monsoon smoke, it is impossible to agree with Ling He's request.
How to say that the monsoon smoke is also a family of the season, and it is still the deceased of the family. If you let others know that the spirit of the monsoon smoke has been brought out of the quarter, then they are not going to be poked.
"Seasons, I don't want to argue with you at Miss's funeral, leaving the lady's spiritual position in your quarter, you can't offer it." Ling Hedao.
Seasonal Sex: "Yes, we didn't plan to offer it. Anyway, people are dead. What do you want? Throw it at home, there is a place to put it right, but also think about picking and picking four? Linghe, you Don't take yourself too seriously. When the monsoon smoked, I gave you a three-point face, but now the monsoon smoke is long gone. What do you think you guys count? There are faces in our quarterly house. You are also worthy!"
"We can't give you the spirit of the monsoon smoke, even if it's in our quarters, you don't want to touch it!" The more the seasons, the more vicious, the more humiliating the previous monsoon smoke. go back.
Ling He and others were stunned by the mood of the season, and the funeral of the monsoon smoke. The elders of the Jijia family did not come out, and even the seasons did not reveal their faces, but they were filled with Ji Ling and In the season, two gimmicks came over and perfunctory things, and they can bear it, but when they think of the future, the spirit of the monsoon smoke will be tortured in the quarter, they can't stand it anyway!
Just when Ling He and others were ready to jump out and confront the seasons, a slightly cold voice sounded loudly in the ears of everyone.
"The season is like a skirt, you are really itchy, how? Really when I am dead?"
The sound that appeared between them made everyone stunned in an instant.
The season is a spirit, a subconscious turn, looking at the entrance to the hall, the slender figure.
"Season... Monsoon smoke?!" The season is unbelievably open.
At the entrance to the hall, standing, isn't it the monsoon smoke that is offered at this funeral?
The monsoon smoke slowly walked into the hall, and his eyes swept over the meditation hall. Looking at the tablet with his own name, the brow could not be provoked.
"Oh, Ji Jia is very good to me. If I didn't come back in a few months, I will give it to me?"
The appearance of the monsoon smoke is beyond the expectations of everyone. The seasons are scared in the blink of an eye. The moment when Ji Linglong and Ling He saw the monsoon smoke, the eyes were full of shock, but more It is a joy that is difficult to hide.