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Xing Zun's face was blue and his temple jumped suddenly.

He looked at Shui Miaomiao and ordered: "You come to me."

Shui Miaomiao nodded his nose, "Me, aren't you looking for abuse? Just now you ate half of it, we decided not to invite you, aa system."

Xing Zun: "..."

Shen Mochen raised his mouth and took Shui Miaomiao's hand out.

On the car

Shui Miaomiao saw Shen Mochen's complexion.

"That, actually, according to Xing Zun, since your mother was kidnapped, then she should know who killed your dad? Also, how could Xing Zun know? Isn't it strange?" Shui Miao Miao asked where she suspected, and bit her finger, looking at Shen Mochen's face.

He didn't seem to hear it, still quiet in his thoughts, Rui eyes narrowed slightly.

Hey.

Shui Miaomiao sighed, looked to the front, and took the seat belt.

This is their family room. She is not well-coordinated and talks too much. Instead, she looks like a long tongue woman.

Shen Mochen heard Shui Miaomiao's sigh, took her hand, and said softly: "If Xing Zun said the truth, my mother did conceal the kidnapped thing from me. In this kind of thing, she can't hide it practically. , If she conceals, I suspect that if she was not threatened, either to protect someone, or she would be involved."

"You said your father actually killed your mother?" Shui Miaomiao's eyes widened, and there was a whimper in her heart, and there was a weird acid flowing in the body.

Then, Shen Mochen's father is too pitiful.

Shen Mochen twitched the corner of his mouth, and there was an extra thin in his eyes, looking deep in the front.

Shui Miaomiao believes that with his wisdom, he will surely get the truth of the matter soon.

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Master in the temple on the mountain

This master is very famous, and he only sees it once in the fifth day of the month, and the people who come to see it on the day of the fifth day are arranged from the mountain to the mountain.

Usually, you need to make an appointment.

Today is just number 4, and there are already people waiting in line.

Shen Mochen took Shui Miaomiao's hand. He was worried that she was tired. When halfway through, she should carry her.

Shui Miaomiao couldn't but him, so he climbed up on his back.

Leaning on Shen Mochen's warm back, it was really comfortable. She was holding an umbrella and helped him sweat from time to time.

It would be nice if I had lived like this forever.

An hour later, Shen Mochen and Shui Miaomiao reached the side entrance of the temple and were led in by Dao Tong.

Shui Miaomiao saw a white-haired old man sitting in the main hall with a long beard, hair turned into a head, and was thin, wearing a robe, but looked breezy.

"Mr. Shen," the old man said hello.

Shen Mochen took Shui Miaomiao to sit down in front of the old man and said, "Miao Miao and I want to get married this year and want to count as a better day."

The Taoist looked at Shui Miaomiao's face, and then looked at Shen Mochen, "Write your name, the eight characters of birth, and write a word on the paper. Don't look at each other."

The Taoist gave them a rice paper and a brush.

Shui Miaomiao and Shen Mochen glanced at each other, and quickly wrote their names, birthdays on the paper, and then wrote a Miao character and handed it to the Taoist.

Shen Mochen also finished writing and handed the paper to the Taoist.

What he wrote is also a miao word.

The Taoist smiled slightly, supported a long goatee, spread out two pieces of paper, and put it on the table.

Shui Miaomiao saw that Shen Mochen had also written Miao characters, and felt quite magical. She smiled at Shen Mochen.