Chapter 412: Hang money

The sixth daughter?
Whose daughter is the sixth child? When did he have a daughter?
What about Nangong, has he put it down?
He had planned to hide for the rest of his life, so why let them know, why let them be sad twice, but this body, one year or two years, dragged on for six full years, he is still alive.
"Second brother, thank you." Jun Shiyan's lips lightly opened, and he looked at the man beside him: "He wrote in South Africa. I found a local witch doctor. He said he was very clever. I will arrange for someone to bring it over in two days. show you."
"Ayan, don't bother, let me spend the last days peacefully!" The man said, and coughed out uncomfortably depressed.
Why bother, his own body knows that it has been ruined like this, even if it is the best medical skill, it is just taking money to hang on to his life.
After all, Jun Shiyan couldn't tell the comforting lie that your body would get better. He just asked him: "Are you not going to see Sister Qiu Jin?"
"You know, my body won't last long, will it make her feel sad?" The man shook his head and took away the handkerchief covering his mouth.
He lowered his eyes, staring at the bright red blood spreading on the white handkerchief somewhat, and he couldn't help but let out a low cough.
It was already the limit for him to see the sixth child. A Yan generally wouldn't ask him. The sixth child was too prejudiced against him. If he didn't show up, he would never marry his daughter.
The Yan family in the capital city, it’s fine. After him, there will be no Yan family anymore, and the descendants of the Yan family no longer have to carry that burden and hope, and carry it on for generations.
"Second brother, I shot Zhao Hong, don't you blame me?" Jun Shiyan asked.
"I warned her a long time ago that she will kill herself if she commits unrighteousness. Even if I am here, she will not be able to save her. A life pays a life. What I owe her has long been paid off." The expression in the man's eyes was compassionate and compassionate.
He had known for a long time that she would not give up, nor would she stop, but he did not expect that she would obsess over such a situation and do so many conscienceless things.
"What about the Jingxin layman?" As soon as Jun Shiyan's voice fell, he saw the man coughing violently, and his uncomfortable whole body was shaking violently, as if he was about to cough up his heart and lungs.
After a good meeting, I gradually calmed down, looked at the setting sun out of the window with a compassionate expression, and gasped in an uncomfortable voice. After a while, I asked, "Is she... okay?"
"Sister Yu said that she was going to return to China with her, and find a place for repairs, Shuiyue Nunnery in the west of the capital." After Jun Shiyan finished speaking, fearing to disturb his mood again, he stopped the topic: "I will arrange you as soon as possible. Meet Huo Ci."
"Okay." The man nodded for a while, looked at him and asked with a smile: "Can you tell me about her?"
Jun Shiyan snorted, and the corners of his lips smiled deeper. From the time the two met and knew each other, the voice was gentle and petting.
The last setting sun disappeared.
Ling Sheng sneezed, rubbed his nose, looked at his son coming down the slide, smiled and waved: "Little Qi, we should go home."
"Mummy!" Xiao Qi raised her sweaty face, said goodbye to the children, and ran towards her with her short legs.
A sneeze.
Ling Sheng couldn't help it, his nose was itchy, and he sneezed several times.
Xiao Qiyi frowned her brows worriedly, and shook her hands, "Mummy, have you caught a cold?"