This is simply incredible. You must know that this is a bronze mirror, not a slippery glass test tube. As long as it is stained with some liquid, it will slid down. The copper, especially the copper engraved with patterns, is soaking so quickly. It is simply unscientific and unscientific!

Not only that, something that made Feng Honglin feel creepy happened next. It turned out that the bloodshot disappeared just like that when he walked to the mirror position...

Note that it really disappeared. It was not that the bloodshots became thinner when they reached the mirror position and could no longer flow downward. Instead, the bloodshots were suddenly cut in half when they reached the mirror position and disappeared directly. Feng Honglin's first reaction was whether there was a crack at the mirror interface position, or something that made the bloodshots soaked directly in.

But soon, Feng Honglin realized that something was wrong, because if this was the case, there should be a darker mark at the interface. And the one in front of him couldn't help but approach the bronze mirror and wanted to see it more carefully.

"What's going on?" Feng Honglin gasped and took three steps back, looking at the bronze mirror with a blue face. Did he read that right? The blood flowing to the mirror did not disappear, but was directly absorbed by the mirror of the bronze mirror! This bronze mirror would suck blood?!

This is not over yet. As the blood is immersed, a shallow white mist appears on the entire mirror of the bronze mirror, and then several blurred figures appear in the middle of the mirror...

"This, this is a hell..." Feng Honglin only felt a cold soles of his feet. He was already brave enough to turn around and run away without being scared.

The images in the bronze mirror moved, like watching a movie, but this was watching a movie with a relatively poor resolution...

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"Grandma, take the medicine..." A little girl in light green and wearing a double-ring bun walked to the edge of the embroidery bed holding a bowl of soup that was still emitting heat.

"Cui'er, my dilapidated body is not good anymore, why don't you do it..." A weak figure who looked very thin and delicate slowly raised his head...

"Bao, babe, what are you saying? Go quickly, Bodhisattva bless the bad spirits!" Cui'er made a gesture of seeking God, and then looked at the weak figure leaning against the head of the bed with some angrily, "Bao, grandma, will get better soon after drinking the medicine. We are not happy to say these despicable words~"

While speaking, Cui'er put a spoonful of cool medicine close to the young grandma's lips.

He gently turned his head, but the young grandma didn't drink it.

"Grandma, you can take a sip. How can the disease be cured if you don't drink medicine..." Cui'er looked at her master who was tortured by the illness and almost lost his body, and persuaded her with great pain, "How about Cui'er bring you a piece of malt sugar and take a sip, and then we will use this malt sugar to suppress the smell, and it will not be bitter~"

This Cui'er, wasn't she coaxing herself as a three-year-old child... The young lady held back a chuckling, but the smile had turned into a violent cough before it even escaped.

"Grandma, are you okay?" Cui'er hurriedly put the medicine on the small table beside her, and supported the thin body that covered her mouth with a silk hand, coughing so hard that she was almost piercing her heart. Her other hand gently patted and caressed her vest, trying to help her master relieve the severe cough.

"I..., I'm cough..., I'm fine..., I'm fine..."

"Grandma, don't talk soon, otherwise you will cough even harder..." Cui'er hurriedly said, "Blood~, Oh, Granma's blood..., come, come..."

"Cui'er~" The young grandmother grabbed Cui'er's wrist and shook her head, then coughed violently again, so she was so panicked that Cui'er almost forgot anything else, and only knew to lie with her weak body, trembling arms tightly wrapped around the master in her arms, as if she was afraid that a thin and unlucky master in her arms would disappear like this.

"Grandma, you are coughing up blood..." Cui'er's voice was filled with tears, "I'm going to beg for my wife..."

"Cui'er!" The young grandmother's voice was a bit rare and sharp, but after facing Cui'er's eyes that were still stubborn, her heart couldn't help but soften and she sighed, "Cui'er, can't you still see it? It's useless... They are afraid that I'll die..."

"How dare they do this, how dare they do this..." Subconsciously hugged the figure in their arms tightly, Cui'er's body trembled and excited so much that she could hardly even speak.

"How dare they not? Since the day of marriage, the safe bottle was broken, they were afraid that they would have regarded me as an ominous person who killed the old man..." said the young grandmother with a wry smile.

"What?! How could they do this..." Xiao Cui took a deep breath, widened her eyes, looking in disbelief, "It was them who begged to come to the door and ask the young grandma to celebrate. They also said that no matter what the result is, they are all grateful for the young grandma's kindness..."

"I am grateful for my kindness? These words are just something to say. According to the life we ​​live now, you believe those words..." the young grandmother said with a cold smile.

Cui'er opened her mouth but didn't say anything. After a long time, she murmured: "If they dare to treat the young grandma like this, they are not afraid that the master will know to blame him."

"You must never let your father know!" The young grandmother suddenly became excited.

"Grandma Young Master, don't be anxious, don't be anxious, be careful~" Cui'er hurriedly held the girl, for fear that he would fall off the couch when he got on.

"Cui'er, can't my father understand this?" The young grandmother held Cui'er's hand, tightly, and her pair of eyes were even more open, for fear that Cui'er would give her some evil deeds and pass these things back home.

"Why, young grandma! If the master knew what life the young grandma lived, he would definitely make the decision for you! And Rong Cui'er said something disrespectful, don't look at the bright and beautiful outside the mansion, but inside... Hum~" Cui'er curled her lips and looked extremely contemptuous. "If it weren't for the big dowry of your young grandma, would they still live the life under the imperial city? I'm afraid, I'm afraid that the western wall that was finally broken and repaired with the bricks on the east wall would collapse!"

"Shut up!" The young grandma's face turned cold, "How can these words be said? If someone hears this, it is inevitable that my Feng Mansion has lost its discipline! It insults my Feng Mansion's reputation!"

But this is the fact, so people can't say it~ Cui'er looked dissatisfied, but she didn't say anything more. After a long time, Cui'er sighed...
Chapter completed!