The real daughter calculates with her fingers, she will become rich after the divorce

The woman's cold voice made Shen Que suddenly startled.

At that moment of trance, a rabbit suddenly jumped out in front of him. Shen Que had to step on the brakes immediately, and the tires made a screeching sound as they rubbed against the ground.

Meng Xingluan pulled the handle next to him, but his injured hand still hit the back of the chair in front of him.

The pain is instantaneous.

The woman groaned, her face pale and her brows slightly frowned.

Shen Que, who was in the front, immediately turned around and asked Meng Xingluan if he was injured anywhere, looking worried and remorseful.

"I am fine."

Shen Que explained: "Senior sister, there was a rabbit just now..."

He was interrupted by the woman in the middle of his words, "I'll drive."

Meng Xingluan felt that Shen was indeed a bit uneasy.

And it was this sentence that successfully made the man show an expression similar to grievance?

Meng Xingluan was not sure, so he took another look.

"Senior sister, you... don't trust me?"

The voice is obscure and the eyes are complex.

The light from outside shone in through the car window, and the man's handsome face was half in the light and half in the dark. It was no different from how it looked in the memory, but more mature.

Meng Xingluan was helpless.

"I'm quite familiar with this section of the road."

It's not that he doesn't trust Shen Que.

After all, they grew up together, and she knew exactly what his character was.

Shen Que breathed a sigh of relief.

He shook his head and refused, "Senior sister, your hand is injured. Let me do it. Don't worry, the situation just now will never happen again."

Even though the words came to this point, Meng Xingluan didn't insist too much.

The car restarted its engine, and this time the man drove slower than before, giving people the illusion of a turtle crawling.

Meng Xingluan simply closed his eyes and fell asleep, taking this opportunity to rest for a while.

I didn't close my eyes all night, my temples hurt, and my whole body was exhausted.

Suddenly, Shen Que suddenly answered her question just now.

"Sister, I will always be Shen Que."

As for Shen Muyan...

As long as he persists, he will soon be freed from the shackles of this name.

The man held the steering wheel tightly, the veins on the back of his hands bulged, his eyes looking straight ahead became gloomy, and his whole body exuded a terrifying aura.

But he quickly restrained himself skillfully, as if it was just a human illusion.

Meng Xingluan leaned against the car window without opening his eyes.

The light-colored lips parted slightly, "I know, if you need my help, you can always tell me, and I will always be your senior sister."

Among the junior brothers, Meng Xingluan felt that Shen Que was the one who had the deepest thoughts.

His strength is evenly matched with hers, and he has his own opinions and secrets.

Even after leaving Bodhi Taoist Temple, I never thought of contacting them.

Maybe there are compelling reasons.

Meng Xingluan did not feel dissatisfied with Shen Que because of this.

Everyone has their own secrets.

If you don't want to say it, don't say it.

But one thing can never change.

She is their elder sister.

The master is no longer here, so she should be the one to take the lead if something happens.

Shen Que didn't speak.

Meng Xingluan will never know what he is thinking.

He was so dirty that he didn't deserve to be in that position.

Forty minutes later.

The car stopped at the entrance of the Taoist temple.

Bo Zili and Song Nanzhu were cleaning. The Taoist temple had not been open or occupied for nearly a month, and it was filled with dust.

As soon as he heard the noise outside, Song Nanzhu ran out first.

"Senior sister, senior brother!"

The young man gave Shen Que a hug enthusiastically. He originally wanted to hug Meng Xingluan, but he avoided him in disgust.

Song Nanzhu was wronged but he didn't say anything.

Walking into the Taoist temple, the memories of his past life gradually emerged. Shen Que looked at everything in front of him with a look of nostalgia in his eyes.

Everything is like a fleeting glance, like a dream.

Shen Que really wanted to turn back time.

Teenagers are high-spirited and unruly, and can stand shoulder to shoulder with their senior sisters.

She is clean and tidy. She never feels inferior when standing next to her, but only admires her.

Unfortunately, what happened happened, and there is no way to undo it.

Thinking of this, the casual smile on the man's lips suddenly faded a lot.

Song Nanzhu went to boil a pot of water and came over.

The four of them sat around the table in the courtyard, and the young man was the first to break the silence.

"Senior sister, Fat Orange is still at the Song family. My brother said he would deliver it to us later."

Bo Zili and Shen Que asked in confusion at the same time: "Fat Orange?"

Meng Xingluan briefly explained the mess that her master had thrown at her. The woman's face was calm, while the two juniors showed indignant expressions.

Shen Que: "Master, this is a bit too much. If it doesn't work out, we can share the burden together."

Bo Zili nodded in agreement, "I agree with what Senior Brother said. With more people, we can pay off these debts quickly."

After all, all of their senior brothers have money in their families.

Even if they don't rely on their family, they can still make money by fortune telling.

Soon, the topic turned to the disappearance of Taoist Master Qingxu.

Meng Xingluan did not intend to hide it from them, she said: "According to my observations during this period, there is a 95% chance that the master is in Shu Liang's hands."

Shu Jinsheng once said that he knew the whereabouts of Taoist Master Qingxu, so by extrapolation, Shu Liang must also be aware of this matter, and may be the mastermind of this matter.

Using ghosts and humans to breed a gas monster that is neither human nor ghost, its strength is temporarily on par with Meng Xingluan. Maybe there are other trump cards that have not been used yet.

All in all, it's tricky.

The three of them looked at Meng Xingluan with solemn expressions.

The woman continued: "The black mist we saw yesterday will corrode people's bodies and bite their souls."

If it hadn't been for the blood from Xie Yanci yesterday, Meng Xingluan would have been seriously injured.

I blamed her for being too careless at the time.

The atmosphere in the small courtyard is silent and quiet.

Shen Que lowered his eyes and lowered the curve of his lips.

There was one thing he didn't tell them.

In fact, others had been at the scene last night, otherwise it would not have been possible for Shu Jinsheng to take action in time when he was about to kill Meng Xingluan.

and……

"Senior sister, I seemed to see the master trapped in that black mist yesterday."