The young lady's wife is a little crazy

Chapter 542 Wang, what you want

For Gong Shijin, tonight was the worst night.

It's just that he hasn't seen Little Miaomiao for many days, and knowing that he's home, he specially came over to have dinner with him.

As a result, Beibei somehow got her into the women's bathhouse.

One big and one small ran outside from the men's bathroom in a bit of a panic.

In the cold weather of the twelfth lunar month, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Little Miaomiao, go back and beat your father, do you want to go?" Gong Shijin rolled up his sleeves, and he was bound to fight him.

Gong Xiaomiao was still calm, and glanced at him lazily.

"Grandpa, I didn't hit you. Can you beat my daddy?"

Gong Shijin: ...

I am your grandpa, will I not be able to beat you?

I just watched your papa grow up, okay?

but……

"Otherwise, let's take a long-term plan."

Gong Xiaomiao: ...Grandpa Grandpa, you coaxed too fast.

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The basement of the Emperor Villa is the library on the third floor.

It was dark and dark, and there was a smell of dust that had been sealed for a long time.

The arrangement inside is very neat, and the sweep is spotless.

It can be seen that the director's cleanliness and obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Feng Jiujiu scanned for a whole day, and there was a dazzling array of things, some of which could only be seen in museums, but here is a complete set.

If those experts and scholars outside know about it, they will definitely go crazy.

Gong Yuanbei asked her, "What information are you looking for?"

Since he entered here, he has made explicit hints many times.

Let her come to him and ask.

But this girl insisted on not asking.

Leaving his big treasury unused and running to find it by himself is a complete waste of time.

"Is there anything about the Fusang sacred tree?"

Gong Yuanbei narrowed his eyes, and glanced at the nine-section exorcism stick on her waist.

"On the third basement floor, follow me."

He walked in front, and the street lamps on both sides shone on the two of them, making their shadows longer.

"Beibei, do you know the legend about the sacred Fusang tree?" Feng Jiujiu asked.

Gong Yuanbei: ...He suddenly didn't want to answer the question anymore.

but!

"Well, I know a little bit."

Feng Jiujiu grinned happily, "I knew that you, who lived endless years, must know a lot. Compared with books, you are a mobile library."

No matter how I heard this, I couldn't feel happy at all.

"Then tell me about the Fusang Sacred Tree."

What Gong Yuanbei said was similar to what Mr. Feng said.

"In addition, the Fusang sacred tree is also a tree of the devil. It can help people realize their wishes, and because of this, many people sink and sell their souls."

Everyone who made a wish through the sacred tree will not die well.

including him...

Feng Jiujiu became interested, and just about to ask, Gong Yuanbei said, "Here we are."

She came from behind, filling a room full of materials about the Hibiscus Sacred Tree.

"Beibei, why are there so many?"

She opened a book casually, and the things on it were all things she had never heard of.

Gong Yuanbei's eyes were a little blurred, and he glanced around quietly, "When I was young, my head was hot for a while, so I collected it."

"So that's how it is." Feng Jiujiu absorbed the above knowledge abundantly.

Gong Yuanbei paused for a while, then turned around and left the underground library.

When he walked to the exit, the butler was coming out with a tray.

In the tray, there was a book with the words 'continuing fate' written on it.

"King, this is the book you asked for." The housekeeper put one hand on his chest, lowered his head slightly, and expressed his respect.

Gong Yuanbei glanced behind him, "Give it to her."

Some things are always inevitable.

The butler's eyes moved slightly, but he still nodded, "Yes, my king."

(End of this chapter)