Chapter 415 The other side flower blooms in hell

  The old lady Wen was beckoned to Shi Hitomi across the bank: "Hitomi!"

  Sitong and the old lady Wen are separated by a busy road.

   "Are you too grandma? Let's go there?" Xu Weiwei said to Si Tong.

  Sitong has this intention.

  Wu Zhiyue, as Si Tong’s friend in the main campus, is not good at leaving alone first.

  A few people came forward together.

   "Are these children friends of Tongtong?" The old lady Wen smiled kindly, and looked around at Xu Weiwei and Wu Zhiyue.

  Si Tong, who has always spoken little, is no exception at this moment, still not speaking.

   "Hello grandma, we are!" Wu Zhiyue was infected by the atmosphere of the old lady, and responded with a sweet smile.

  The old lady was happy when she heard it: "Hey, kids, you guys have fun!"

   His side eyes noticed someone rushing to his side, Si Tong's dim eyes moved slightly.

  In an instant, she turned sideways.

  Fang Bufan, he rushed over from the hospital.

  Fang Bufan, who was slightly agitated, rushed for a moment. He didn't care too much, but Chongsi Hitomi excitedly asked:

  "Sitong! I just learned that you are a Feng Shui master? Could it be that you were by the creek that day because...I heard that you extended your birthday for Grandpa Wen, so Grandpa Wen could stand up!

   "You...can you also extend my grandma's life and do something to do?"

  Although I feel that this request is a bit excessive.

  Ke Fang Bufan doesn’t want to lose his grandma!

   "Wind, Feng Shui Master?"

   "You are still a Feng Shui master?"

   "This daughter who was just recovered by Wen's is incredible!"

Standing next to    were a circle of successful business people. Hearing the sound, a group of people probed their heads and was shocked.

  On that day, Sitong extended his life for the old man for ten years. Only some people have heard of this, and the news has been suppressed by the old man.

  I don’t know where Fang Bufan got the news.

   "Feng Shui Master? There is still this thing in this era?" Yang Zijun also looked shocked.

  Wu Zhiyue was surprised: "Tongtong, why haven't you told me?"

  Xu Weiwei was also stunned.

The people around    were surprised for a while.

   Suddenly heard Si Tong’s cold voice, without a slight temperature, his tone was absolutely: "No."

  "Bufan, you have been studying for more than ten years in vain? Are you still chanting this crooked way? Didn't tell you not to go downstairs! Go back!" Fang Qi frowned fiercely, and shouted at Fang Bufan.

  甭What is Guan Sitong? Even if she released the red pupil by the creek last time, Fang Qi, who believed in science since childhood, would never believe that Sitong’s tricks were due to crooked methods!

  "Leave me alone!" Fang Bufan glared at Fang Qi, then looked at Si Tong again: "Why?"

  Sitong’s eyes have never been placed on anyone.

  After reaching the north gate of the People's Hospital on the side of the road, her eyes were fixed on a flowerbed not far away without obstructions.

  In the flower garden, there are dozens of solitary manjusawa.

  Red Peanut Flower.

  Some rhizomes are still there, but the flowers are gone. Some rhizomes and petals were still there, but they were trampled underfoot by passers-by, pushing the wall down.

  In the distance, there are a few children holding petals that were picked cruelly and having fun.

  Si Tong's lonely figure wandered to the side of a few other flowers.

  The flower that saw her, seemed to be bright red, and the enchanting petals and needles bloomed with the most dazzling light, seeming to correspond to her noble identity.

  However, when Si Tong came here, he moved his hand and lit a lighter from nowhere, threw it into the flowerbed, and burned them.

  The burnt-off flowers of the other side will return to the end of the world-the road to hell. There is their paradise.

When    burned out, Si Tong turned around and responded to Fang Bufan indifferently in front of everyone, saying words that made everyone understand what she said, but they were all surprised by the meaning of her words:

  "Everything has a day to return to a world suitable for its survival.

  "No matter how beautiful the flowers are, they don’t belong here.

  "The other shore flowers blooming on both sides of the gate of **** will eventually return to the world that belongs to it. The same is true for your grandma."

  (End of this chapter)