In the bathroom, Xuanyuan Jimo, who was still waiting for the fire to disappear quietly, almost when the miasma revealed his true face, suddenly opened his eyes, and the next second appeared directly behind Wen Jiu, holding Wen Jiu's wrist.

However, he narrowed his eyes and grabbed the miasma that was wrapped around Wen Jiu. This time he was too lazy to even purify it. Xuanyuan Jimo, who had anger in his eyes, directly turned the miasma into nothingness.

Seeing Xuanyuan Jimo, Wenjiu relaxed his hand and Abi in his hand returned to the sea of ​​consciousness. However, the actions of the two of them made everyone present stunned. What did they see? Oh, God!

They saw the shadow of division, they saw their boss appearing behind his wife like a ghost, like a gust of wind, but what they are most interested in now is that they have only heard of the split personality. Is there any shadow split in this world?

After years of tacit understanding, Huo Ran certainly knew what this group of friends was thinking. He accepted Xuanyuan Jimo's degree and Huo Ran touched his chin, looked at the blood on the carpet and said, "This is a medically explainable personality schizophrenia, but I'm sorry, medically, it's not said that personality schizophrenia can lead to shadow division."

After finishing his words, he moved his gaze to Xuanyuan Jimo and Wen Jiu. When everyone saw it, they also moved their gaze to him.

However, they could only see a lot of dog food coming towards them. Their boss had the potential to be an aunt and took the bowl from their wife's hand into his hand, and handed it to Xuanyuan Wuming.

Then he took out the tissue and wiped it carefully on the hand where their wife had taken the bowl. Tsk, he really treated her as a child. But God knows, her wife is not inferior to you at all, okay?

"I thought it was just the ghost of the Tenth Elder." Wen Jiu frowned and said to Xuanyuan Jimo.

"Ten Elders?" Now it was Nalan, who was the Ten Elders, who swallowed.

"It's not a ghost." Xuanyuan Jimo shook his head and said, "It's that thing that has been found." How dare the ghosts scatter on the territory of the King of Hell? In the place where the King of Hell is located, there are no lonely ghosts within a hundred feet of the ghost soldiers.

"We don't look for it, it's going to find us first." Wen Jiu smiled slightly, then looked up at Xuanyuan Jimo and said, "As my backer, can I be fearless?"

"Madam, do whatever you want!" Xuanyuan Jimo smiled slightly. In addition to bringing his young lady to marry in the underworld this time, he also needed to re-enclose the thousands of years of miasma into the abyss of the Netherworld.

Wen He, who had not known that Xuanyuan Jimo had returned, was still worried about whether his little nephew would be bullied in Italy, and whether the person with a bad attitude towards Xiaojiu would embarrass Xiaojiu.

Wen He, who was simply worried about the world, finally tossed and turned on the bed. He turned over and got out of bed even if he couldn't sleep. Xing Le had just returned from the task and slept a little deeper. Wen He couldn't bear to wake up his tired lover.

He walked out of the house with light steps. There were fewer people in Wen's house, but I don't know if it was more worried than fear. When Wen He saw Wen Nuo floating in the air, he was no longer afraid before.

Wen Nuo, who felt the popularity, instantly stopped the ghostly aura in her body, came down from the air, turned around and looked at Wen He and said, "I'm sorry!"

"It's okay, Xiao Nuo, it's okay to practice anywhere." Wen He's voice has always been comfortable.

Just now, he was afraid that he would scare the person and immediately twisted his small body, went to the kitchen to soak a glass of milk and handed it to Wen He and said, "I like to drink small wine. At night, drinking this is good for sleep."

"Yes." Wen He was even more worried when he heard Xiaojiu's name. He nodded, and did not want to give his burden to others, so he didn't say much.

But if Wen He doesn't say it, it doesn't mean that Wen Nuo won't ask. Even if Wen Nuo is covered with warm wine, Wen Nuo, as a ghost, can certainly magically sense the news of Pluto's return to the position as soon as possible.

The return of Pluto, which means that the body used by Pluto in the world has become burping. So Wen Nuo, who also wants to know the current situation of Wen Jiu, bit his lips and looked at Wen He and said, "Mr. Wen, will I ask you about Xiaojiu?"

Wen He put down the milk when he heard the question, looked at Wen Nuo frowning. After Wen Nuo felt Wen He's gaze, he stuttered and said, "I, I miss her a little, and I'm still a little worried about her!"

"Little Wine..." Wen He didn't know what to say.

"Cough cough cough!" Wen Qitian, who was about to drink water, felt the lights in the living room were on, and stood in the corridor with a crutch. He was afraid that he would suddenly make a sound and scare the two in the living room, so he coughed heavily and said, "What are you two eating? What are you carrying me on your back?"

Just a few days ago, Wen Qitian was diagnosed with high blood lipids and some things should be avoided, especially sweets. However, the Wen family's inheritance is that no matter men or women, they all like to eat sweets to a greater or lesser extent.

In the past, Wen Qitian liked to ask the priest to prepare a plate of dessert after taking a nap in the afternoon. This habit almost accompanied Wen Qitian for the rest of his life, but suddenly he told himself that he should eat less sweets in the future.

It is even more extreme to eat desserts once or twice a week, otherwise high blood lipids may lead to a series of complications.

Therefore, after coming back to know about this, he told Wen Nuo that he would not be allowed to make desserts at home in the future. Not only could he not be able to make it, but he also had to watch the old man and not buy desserts outside to come back to steal food.

So now, as soon as Wen Qitian opened his mouth, he was like a child, and he couldn't live without food. Now, he thought his son had gotten up and stole food in the middle of the night.

Hearing Wen Qitian's words, Wen He secretly held his forehead and turned his head to look at Wen Qitian and said, "Dad, why haven't you been asleep yet?"

"What are you sleeping?" Wen Qitian glared at him: "You have restricted me from eating. Do you still want me to sleep well?"

"Okay." Wen He nodded and asked with a smile: "Dad, do you drink milk?"

"Drink!" Wen Qitian nodded heavily.

Wen He chuckled, turned around and said to Wen Nuo: "Little Nuo, please give you a cup of sugar-free milk."

"Okay." Wen Nuo nodded, thinking of sugar-free milk at home, he stood up and was about to walk towards the kitchen.

However, when the old man upstairs heard that there was no sugar, he immediately changed his face and pointed at Wen He and said disdainfully: "Who wants to drink your sugar-free milk? If you don't drink it, I want to drink the sugar-added one!"

"Dad." Wen He, who was so angry when he heard this, explained: "The doctor said that you must eat less candy now."

"Doctor!" Wen Qitian, who muttered a few times, retorted: "The doctor said all day long, what complications are you? Old man, I'm half-tied into the soil, what disease are you afraid of?"

"Hmph," Wen Qitian snorted heavily and said, "When people are old, they are still afraid of this and that. I don't need to practice Taoism and become an immortal. Alas! What's the point of living in this life?"

Seeing that it was so tough, Wen Qitian immediately changed his strategy and said softly: "You said your father was an orphan since he was a child. When he was a child, he couldn't eat candy. After marrying your mother, the two of them were reluctant to buy candy. They finally lived a better life, right?"

"I have given birth to your sister and you two to come to ask for the debt. I have to leave all kinds of desserts for you two!" Wen Qitian criticized and said with a crutch, "I finally started to have money, and I have no time to eat because I was too busy with work."

"Now, you and Xiaojiu finally don't need me to worry. I just want to live the life I dreamed of when I was a child, but you won't let it go!" Wen Qitian said as he approached the refrigerator and said, "You want to make me unable to eat what I want and drink what I want. Even if I live longer, Wen He will tell you that I am not happy either!"

The last sentence was when Wen Qitian got a box of mousse and shouted at his son. This roar made Wen He clearer, and he did not stop the old man from stealing food. He just said to Wen Nuo: "Xiao Nuo, can you put less sugar and animal oil in grandpa's desserts in the future?"

"Yes." Wen Nuo nodded.

Wen Qitian, who was eating mousse with a spoon, immediately smiled and took a step back: "Okay, okay, put less animal oil, don't put less sugar!"

"Dad!" Wen He was slightly helpless, but he still said to Wen Nuo: "Listen to Grandpa."

"Hey, that's right, son!" Wen Qitian smiled and showed a tiger tooth that had fallen from the wind and said: "A person must be happy for life. Don't imprison others just because he thinks he is good for others. He should ask what others mean. Do you know, son?"

"It's dad!" Wen He was stunned, as if he was enlightened.

Seeing that Wen He had already understood, Wen Qitian smiled and walked upstairs with a cane. But no one knew what Wen Qitian did when he went upstairs!

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Good morning, little cuties!

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