After My Death, The Villain Blackened Again - Chapter 1628

The strange picture is like the tide coming and swept the words.

There was a sharp pain in my chest.

It’s like being hit by a big rock.

She can’t even breathe because of the pain.

At a certain moment, suddenly woke up.

Look up.

Blue sky and white clouds, the breeze is blowing.

Time is right!

In her lush tree, a red bird was lying lazily on a branch of her trident, looking like she was going to die.

The words are silent.

She felt countless emotions rolling in her body.

Annoying her, but not knowing why.

Don’t want to talk, don’t want to move, or even think.

A barefoot little guy came towards her with a bucket of water.

The barrel is large, almost the height of the little guy.

But even so, with a bucket full of water, the little guy didn’t go out and drop a drop.

All the water clashed down under her tree.

After the little guy poured the water, he lifted his chubby hands and patted the tree body of the words: “Mother, you wake up quickly, if you don’t wake up, my uncle will be swallowed by other women.”

“Mother, you can’t sleep for so long. You’re so lazy, alas, it’s because I’m a good child, or I would have crawled on your tree early.”

In fact, he did.

Look at nobody around.

The little boy crawled up the tree, threw a rope to hang on the tree, then slipped down again, knotted the rope, and sat on the rope to start swinging.

“Mother, you are so strong, it’s so high, I’m going to be taller and taller.”

Words of Song: …

Go to your mother!

Her thickest trunk was squinting, her eyes about to be crushed by the little guy.

Fortunately, someone ran over and grabbed the bear’s trunk to save the song.

Gouzi slaps two slaps on the baby’s ass. Since the baby’s son is too heavy, he throws the baby to the ground again, airing: “Shock your mother’s leg.”

The baby’s son flattened his mouth: “I’m just playing. Where can I break it?”

Gouzi glared at him and said, “I haven’t played enough with your old mother’s legs, so you can play!”

“Have you watered your mother?”

The baby’s son immediately called, “It’s over.”

Gouzi immediately put a Buddhist scripture in his hand: “Study for your mother.”

“Ah, my mother believes in Buddha?”

“Correct.”

The man shoved the baby son’s book and confiscated the rope. Then he shuffled into the room.

The baby’s lazy voice sounded.

The ghost believed in Buddha, and Yan Ge wanted to sleep while listening to the voice of his son.

But she failed to fall asleep.

Her gaze moved to the second-floor window of the house.

It didn’t take long for the men to sit at the table near the window, one after another, and many people entered the room, and they were discussing something.

Occasionally, a man would turn his head and stare at Yan Ge.

Although it will only stay so short.

But the nostalgia and tenderness in his eyes still made Yan Ge’s heart slightly tremble.

Moreover, there will be subsequent pain spreading from the mouth to the limbs.

The sleepy bird on the branch can’t stand the lazy and weak voice of the baby son: “Hey, your mother doesn’t believe in Buddha, she believes in all beings, go, and take out the book under your father’s bedroom pillow Your mother thought it, maybe she woke up. “

“Really?”

The bird vowed: “Really.”

The baby’s son turned and ran: “Hey, hey, that bird said that you put a little yellow book under the pillow on the bedside, is it true?”