Madam Became a National Male God After Wearing the Book

Qiao Yi didn't have any extra brains to think about the meaning of the fat monk's words, so he immediately asked:

"Where is my master?"

The fat monk clasped his hands together and saluted, "The almsgiver comes with me."

It was the Zen room that Qiao Yi visited last time. Before he reached the door, an old voice came from the Zen room and asked, "Is the little bastard here?"

Joe choked, slammed the door open, and walked in.

When she saw Wuwen, she gasped in shock.

"Why are you so old!"

He Yunting followed her into the meditation room, and saw a white-haired and white-browed old man sitting upright on the bench and meditating.

Wuwen glanced at her, "It's not big or small, retro is popular now."

His voice was hoarse, as harsh as scratching the ground with a knife.

No matter how slow Qiao Yi was, he still came to his senses. He knelt down in front of Wuwen's couch with a plop, and said with red eyes, "You lied to me! Is it a teleportation talisman? You lost the teleportation talisman you gave me, right?"

The disappearance of the little dolphin made Qiao Yi's emotions extremely ups and downs, and he was about to cry.

"You child, I'm not dead yet, don't cry!"

"You lied to me, you bastard, you lied to me, if you knew I would have given up, I would have given up, you don't want to die!"

Wuwen hit her on the shoulder with his fly whisk, "That's fine, if I don't give it to you, you will be the one who dies. Can you come back so soon?"

He Yunting stepped forward to help Qiao Yi onto the couch, Wu Wen looked up at him, "This is your friend who wants to die?"

He Yunting nodded, and called him, "Hi, Master."

Wuwen nodded, "He looks good, but he's a bit cold."

"Is now the time to talk about this? Let me give you some more of my blood, okay? How can you grow back to your original appearance?"

Wuwen waved his hand, "I'm a person who is about to die, so tell me about your business today."

Qiao walked together to the couch, and knelt down to Wuwen again with a plop.

"Master, please save my son."

Seeing Qiao Yi knelt down, He Yunting knelt down and said respectfully, "I beg Master to save me and Qiao Yi's child."

She told Wuwen the ins and outs of the kidnapping of the little dolphin, and Wuwen stroked his gray beard.

"It's simple, mother and child are connected, take a blood drawing talisman, and a simple person-finding talisman is enough."

Qiao Yideng was taken aback for a moment, and asked, "Father and son, are you okay?"

No questions asked, "Why is it father and son? Can your man also draw symbols?"

"Won't."

"That's okay, only the talisman drawn with the blood of the talisman painter will work."

Joe's face collapsed in an instant.

"what happened to you?"

"Master, to be honest, this child was not born to me. He, I don't know who his mother is. Do you have any other solutions?"

"It wasn't born by you?" Wu Wen looked at her and then at He Yunting beside him, counting his fingers.

Not right.

He looked at He Yunting carefully.

"Jojo, I, I have something to tell you."

Joe turned his head and asked impatiently, "What?"

He Yunting gritted his teeth. Telling Qiao Yi the truth at this time was equivalent to pouring salt on her wound.

But in this situation, he seems to have no second choice.

"The little dolphin is actually your son."

Qiao Yi was silent for a few seconds, "I know he is my son, but now Master needs his biological mother's blood to find the child, I can't."

"No." He Yunting clenched his fists, "You can, Xiaoyu's biological mother is you."