Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor

The man is in his prime, a muscular body, a clear line of face, not a good look, but it is definitely a tough guy.

And the old woman, white hair pale and wrinkled, not to say when she was old, and it seems that there is not much life to live.

Of course, the two are like a husband and wife, and they are full of affection and tenderness.

After a certain distance, Song Mier did not really hear what was said there, but Feng Jiu clearly clearly listened to what they said in the ear. It was the ordinary life of the years, and the warmth and affection in the ordinary. In order to meet the expectations of life and the future.

Her gaze couldn't help but look at the two men who were shackled by the man and leaned their heads against the man's chest. With her cultivation, it can be seen that the bone age of this man is not small, but because of his strength, he can maintain the appearance of a middle-aged person.

And the old woman is not enough to speak, she should have a fatal internal injury, and it is already at the last moment. From her breath, she can see that she only has three or five months to live. It is.

Of course, facing such an old woman who has faded, the man is a gentle face, full of affection, and has to say that her heart has been shaken.

This is definitely a pair of true love.

"Sister, is that old woman not the mother of the middle-aged man? How is it still slammed?" Song Mier looked strange and could not help but whisper.

"It seems that they should be husband and wife." Feng Jiu said, with a hint of softness.

Listening to this, Song Mier snorted and looked at the two people in front of him, but they did not ask, but looked around and said: "Sister, we have searched all over the hills, Only there is such a thatched cottage and this couple, and there is no such thing as the iron ore refiner's house. So, are we looking for the wrong place?"

"I will know when I ask." Feng Jiu said, stepping forward.

Previously, because Feng Jiu collected the breath of the two people, the middle-aged man did not notice anyone around him. At this time, with the approach of Feng and Jiu, the middle-aged man with the old woman frowned and turned back. Look at the people who are coming.

"Two, bothered." Feng Jiu showed a smile of apology.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" The man asked, standing up and staring at the two.

Song Mier smiled and said: "Uncle, we want to ask, is the iron ore refiner is on this hill? We have not found someone in a circle."

"There is no refiner here, you have found the wrong place." The man said, and he took the teapot and the cup and prepared to go back with the old woman.

Feng Jiu’s gaze fell on the gimmick on the side, his eyes flashing.

The old woman apologized to the two of them with a soft smile and did not speak. The man led her back and walked back.

"Sister, he said that there is no refiner here! Isn't we really looking for the wrong place?" Song Mier's eyes fell on the two people who left, and looked at the simple huts not far away, wrinkled Frowning and thinking.

Feng Jiu smiled slightly and said: "No, there is no mistake, it is here." She said, stepping forward, followed the two people behind, and looked at the dishes they had planted in the field.

Song Mi was not known, but he did not ask, but went up to Feng Jiu’s side.