C116 Name defined

Gongsun Ztian looked at the name recorded on the second slip of paper. Because he had experienced it for the first time, the process of recognizing a character was much faster. He soon saw the word 'jingling' written on the slip of paper.

When he wanted to use it, he found that he had nothing to take advantage of, and regretted it so much that it was the most painful thing in the mortal world. If the heavens could give him a chance to try again, he would definitely collect the bricks well. If he had to add a limit to the number of bricks, he hoped that it would be a dozen.

He called himself Situ Po Jing. Luckily, these old bastards thought they could think of him, so they might as well call him Situ Tan Jing. If they didn't call him Situ Chuan, then he really was a b * tch.

Gongsun Ztian was determined that he must find a way to know which old bastard had given him such a 'vivid and meaningful' name. In order to return the favor, she would also show him why the flowers were so red.

Gongsun Ze Tian crawled towards the third target. He only had two names left. He had to choose a good name no matter what. Hopefully, he could have a better name next.

When Gongsun Ztian saw the third name, he wanted to destroy the entire world. What kind of f * cking name was this? Do you know what 'pretending to be a B' meant? How could it not be 'Stupid B' or 'Second B'? Don't you know that this name can easily cause lightning reactions in nature?

He stopped appreciating the note and continued on to the last piece of paper. He was afraid that if he continued to read more, he would lose control of his violent and irritable heart.

When Gongsun Ztian saw the last piece of paper, he no longer had the impulse to destroy everything. Right now, he just wanted to find a place to settle down and settle down, this was too much of a bully! What was the name of this incident?

After a moment of grief and indignation, Gongsun Ze Tian suddenly realized that compared to these names, he might as well call Situ Wuchi instead. At least this name sounded good on the surface, but Gongsun Ze Tian did not want to bother with the meaning of the same voice.

Of course, he also remembered the oath he had made at the beginning. If he still called out the name 'Situ Wuchi', he would eat the piece of paper with that name written on it.

In desperation and under inexplicable rage, Gongsun Ztian had his head hanging low as he crawled back to where the first piece of paper was. He reached out his hand to grab that piece of paper.

Everyone present held their breath, waiting for the moment Gongsun Zaitian chose it. However, after seeing the first note reveal a disdainful and human-like expression, the teasing expression on everyone's faces turned extremely surprised. How could a baby that had just been born on the second day show such an expression?

However, before everyone could recover from their shock, something even more surprising happened. After Gongsun Ztian crawled toward the second note, everyone felt a faint chill. Although it was not obvious, how could a cold feel appear in this kind of living room of the Warm Pavilion?

After Gongsun Ztian climbed up to the third paper slip, everyone's chills became even more obvious. Some of them even began to shiver. What was going on?

Just as everyone was trying to figure out what was going on, Gongsun Ztian had also crawled up near the fourth note. At this time, the chill in the guesthouse suddenly disappeared without a trace, and at the same time, the uncomfortable feeling disappeared without a trace.

However, at this moment, Gongsun Ztian revealed an expression of extreme grief and indignation. The majority of the people present were old fools who had just died of rotten wood. To put it in a normal way, they had eaten more salt than they had eaten rice! Of course, Gongsun Zaitian was extremely disdainful of his words. After eating so much salt, wasn't he afraid of future diseases like cerebral thrombosis or cerebral sclerosis? It was terrible to have no culture.

Under the concerned and expectant gazes of the crowd, Gongsun Ze Tian finally stopped in front of the first piece of paper. At this moment, Gongsun Ztian suddenly felt that this so-called 'fate in heaven' was very interesting and mysterious. Perhaps everything already existed within the trajectory of fate. Even if it was artificially altered, the trajectory of fate would not easily change direction.

After recalling his memories, Gongsun Ztian grabbed the piece of paper with the word 'Non Narcissist' written on it. He placed it into his mouth without any hesitation and began to chew on it.

This scene scared everyone. After all, babies don't have any teeth. At least they would grow back after a full moon, and the teeth they had at the beginning weren't particularly hard. At least, they were like this, easily breaking or falling off.

Duanmu Weili was the closest to him, so he hurriedly went forward to ask the baby to spit out the slip of paper. However, Gongsun Ze Tian did not do as he wanted, and actually spat all of the paper slips into his stomach. After vomiting, he opened his mouth towards Duanmu Weili mischievously, as if telling him that he had swallowed them all and would watch if he didn't believe it.

Seeing how old he was when he was only three years old, he was already able to determine that the child's future path would be very difficult to tread. Moreover, the party that was being tortured would most likely be the most miserable of existences as many people were already praying silently for the future enemies of the Situ Family's third young master.

Seeing that the paper slip had already been swallowed, everyone had no choice but to give up. If they really had to dig their stomachs to get the papers, such act of digging their stomachs could only be done by idiots like the B * tch.

Although this year's convention ended in a 'the beginning was very lively, the process was very surprising, and the ending was very unexpected', everyone was still a bit unsatisfied and turned in a big circle, still choosing the name 'Wu Chi'. The other people who named 'Wu Chi', including the Great Elder, felt a bit regretful, they all felt that their names were quite good, but they could only blame the heavens for not having the child choose the name that they were about to say.

The whole morning passed by as the lots were chosen to be named. Although the result was slightly unsatisfactory, but at the very least, the matter of the Situ Family's Third Young Master officially being called 'Situ Wuchi' had become a foregone conclusion. This was something to be happy about, so the following meal to celebrate was unavoidable.

Lunch passed in the midst of the crowd's flattery and the continuous sound of the horses.

In the afternoon, Duanmu Weili would treat Gongsun Zedong's illness. Because Murong Fenghuang had been poisoned before, and was worried that it would affect his child, the process of diagnosis and treatment for Gongsun Ze Tian received quite a lot of attention. Even Murong Fenghuang was wrapped up by the servants and carried into the guest hall.

Returning back to the conference room, Duanmu Weili did not immediately treat the child, but started to prepare the necessary ingredients in advance. At this time, Gongsun Ze Tian was taking an afternoon nap. It wasn't that Gongsun Ztian wanted to become a "God of Sleeping", it was that he didn't want to be treated as a freak, nor did he want to do something out of the ordinary. He just wanted to act like an extremely ordinary baby.

Everyone was drinking tea and chatting in the living room. Although time passed by very slowly, for these people, life was usually spent in such a pained manner. The fact that they could watch two good scenes today was enough to make these old men excited.

On the other hand, Murong Badao accompanied Murong Fenghuang and whispered words to him. On the other hand, Murong Badao also pulled his son and guided him and gave him advice on what was lacking in the way he conducted the 'Great Assembly'. At the same time, he was criticizing and criticizing himself.

There was a limit to sleeping, and that was like a person's life. If you kept your eyes closed, a day would pass; if you kept them closed, you would pass away; if you kept them closed, you would pass away; if you kept them closed, you would never be able to pass on. Just like Zhang Fei and Zhang Yide, if you didn't want your life to go by, others would pass on.

Gongsun Ze Tian was brought over once again. This time, he did not unwrap the baby from his clothes, but placed him in a crib that was prepared beforehand. Duanmu Weili sat quietly at the side and reached out to feel his pulse.

After a minute passed, Duanmu Weili had no intention to speak.

After the time it took to buy a bag of cigarettes, Duanmu Weili remained expressionless like before.

After the time it takes to drink a cup of tea had passed, Duanmu Weili's expression became heavy, but he remained silent.

After the time it takes to burn an incense stick had passed, Duanmu Weili's brows were tightly locked together as if there were drops of water on his face.

"I say, old fogey Duanmu, what the hell are you doing? Do you really need to take so long to open your meridians?" Are you going to take your pulse or sleep? " Murong Badao was really unable to sit still. After such a long time had passed, and the rest of them had not done anything else but admire Duanmu Godly Doctor's expressions.

"That's right, you are a dignified genius doctor, do you need to take so long to feel your pulse? Didn't Chinese medicine say something like 'look, smell, ask, and cut'? You should not only close your eyes to check your pulse, you should also take a look and smell it. The Sixth Elder of the Situ Family said in agreement.

"I say, Sixth Brother, you really don't know how to learn. That word 'hope', it's understandable that you saw it, but why did you think of the word 'smell' when you saw it? Do you think that old man Duanmu is a dog?" You actually thought of something. " the Third Elder of the Situ Family teased.

"I'm happy. You don't have to worry about that. I just want him to give us his opinion. It's been so long, isn't everyone waiting for him to say something?" The Sixth Elder refuted.

"Shut up, don't be impatient, okay? Where did all my energy recovery martial arts go? " The Great Elder opened his eyes and interrupted the two men's argument.

But at this time, Duanmu Weili put down the hand he was using to cut open the vein, shook his head with a bitter face, declined to comment, but also had some disappointment and hesitation. There was even some pain and anger, or perhaps it was more accurate to resent it.

All of these rich expressions gathered together, causing the audience to be even more confused. Could this old fellow be teasing them? What was he trying to do by using the expression bag's unique skills for?

"I say, old ghost, how is it? Hurry up and say something!" Murong Badao asked anxiously once again.

"Ai, alright. I have some bad news and some good news. Which one do you want to hear first?" Duanmu Weili asked everyone.

Everyone was stunned, one bad, one good, two pieces of news? In addition to the rich expression that old man Duanmu had just displayed, everyone suddenly thought of something bad.

"Senior Duanmu, is Little San dying?" Murong Fenghuang asked the thoughts of everyone.