I am a god in script killing

Chapter 33 The Siren's Hymn (7)

This is deadly.

The townspeople looked at each other and finally compromised.

"But she hurt the mayor!" Meng Ming gritted his teeth, unable to swallow, "And she hurt the mayor's wife, so let's forget it?!"

"Could it be that I'm not allowed to get emotional?"

Bo Juan looked at him, the corners of his lips raised.

"As the mayor and the mayor's wife of a town, loved by others, don't they have an obligation to help the townspeople?

"For the happiness and safety of the whole town, I can't bear this grievance? He should feel honored."

Bo Jun returned the original words, sighing: "This is a blessing from God, let him be remembered by others!"

Meng Ming was dumbfounded: "You!"

"Yes." The little boy holding the handkerchief asked in a daze:
"Sister, why can't the mayor uncle help us? Isn't that what he said to this sister just now?"

His elder sister hurriedly hit him: "Shh, don't talk!"

But the child's words have been heard clearly, and the talkative townspeople have already spoken:
"That's right, that's what the mayor wants to do. Anyway, it's only a few days. After receiving so much gifts and money from our town, he should do things for the town!"

"That's right, this is a priest of the Sea God. It would be a disaster if there was an accident ahead of time. It would be the life of the whole town!"

"That's right, let's do it like this. It's only seven days anyway, what a big deal!"

"Okay, Meng Ming, your uncle and your aunt are unconscious now, so let's do it like this. You make up your mind! The Poseidon sacrifice is so important and cannot be left alone. The mayor is still injured!"

"That's right, the young people have ideas, Meng Ming, you should do the Sea God Sacrifice first, this is a big event worthy of the whole town!"

Meng Ming was stunned for a moment, then suddenly lowered his head and coughed a few times after hearing these voices of you making up your mind and presiding over the sea god sacrifice:
"Since this is the case, I will listen to everyone and solve these problems first."

Bo Jun sneered inwardly when he heard this.

[It's really disgusting, I can't get up early without benefit, thank you Brother Nine. 】

069 turned off the program that affected the thought of the data character, but did not speak when he heard the words.

"Then Xiaoqi," Meng Ming turned around, looking like a human being, even looking at the thorny Bao Jun, "You are right, I promise on behalf of the whole town:
"As long as you cooperate well for the next seven days, not only will you let go of the past, but you will try your best to meet your needs, how about it?"

"Okay." Bo Jun relaxed slightly, but said sarcastically, "The deputy mayor is wise."

Meng Ming snorted coldly, and thought viciously in his heart: Anyway, there are only a few days to live, and the teeth are sharp and the mouth is sharp, you little bastard!

"First help the mayor and sister Meng to go to the town hospital, Xiao Qi..."

Meng Ming glanced at her ankles, "Take her back to the shrine, tidy up a good room, let old man Sun show her legs, that's all."

……

Bo Jun returned to the shrine, and as soon as he entered, there was a huge statue of Poseidon——

The body is carved from pure white marble, with a beautiful fishtail and a naked upper body. The lines are smooth, the face is exquisite, the eyebrows are clear and beautiful, and there is a kind of nobility and majesty when staring at it.

"Sea God Siren..." Bo Jun stood under the sculpture, slightly lowering his eyes to recall the mermaid he saw at the bottom of the sea.

"Little Seven!"

Suddenly someone's voice sounded, Bo Jun turned his head and saw an old man walking in with a medicine box.

Concerned and nervous on the face.

"Grandpa." Bo Jun said.

Xiao Qi's memory is that this old man once took care of her mother, and later took care of her when Xiao Qi was driven out of the house by the mayor, giving her food and helping her heal her injuries.

But Xiaoqi is sensible, except when she is really hungry or the rain is pouring, she never disturbs the elderly.

She seemed to have accepted her own ambiguity, understood distance and protection.

"Bo Juan," 069 suddenly spoke, with a rare serious tone, "your emotional data is not quite right."

(End of this chapter)