die for

Ruan Qingjue seemed to be in a particularly good mood, she took the initiative to grab Da Si Ming's hand and smiled even brighter.Unexpectedly, his white and powerful hand was extremely cold, and it was still trembling slightly when grasping him.

father…?

Da Si Ming wanted to ask what happened, but Ruan Qingjue didn't give him a chance, and walked forward on his own, trying to create a beautiful picture of a blind father taking his paralyzed son shopping.

Lang Lang took them into the Taoist temple, where the portraits of deformed gods were hanging towards the door.The person on the picture scroll has buck teeth and cross-eyed, thin and dry body, just like a monkey standing on two feet with its back bent.

For some reason, Da Si Ming had a bad premonition.

There was an empty plate on the wooden table in front of the portrait, Dao Tong quickly put the half-eaten apple back on the plate when he saw someone coming in.

Unexpectedly, it was this back and forth movement that broke the three high incense sticks that had just been lit, and the decapitated incense broke into knots on the ground and rolled all over the ground.

"Baozi, why are you so careless?" The weasel, who was just a coward holding his head and begging for mercy, yelled at Daotong himself, "Do you want the chief commander to come out and beat you?"

The deity, "..."

Comparing this portrait with the real one, what a miserable word.I don't know how such a white-clothed man who looks absolutely like a weasel's relatives has the ability to control life and death. If you say he has a pleasant smile, he is not bad as a God of Wealth.

Ruan Qingjue laughed out loud when she couldn't see the portrait, and she didn't give the chief minister any face.

The Dao boy named Baozi was not really fat, on the contrary, he was so thin that it seemed that there was only a piece of bun skin left.He looked at the portrait very carefully for a while, and couldn't help but put his hand to his mouth, "Master Daoist, gods are fake, there are no gods in this world."

If there really are gods in the world, then why is the Taoist priest who adopted them a weasel who only knows how to eat chicken and deceive people?

"No, there are gods in this world, but people can't live by praying to gods. We also have to rely on our own hands. Besides, no creature in this world is born selfless, just like you don't want to leave the last apple to God , God will not waste even a snap of his fingers for you." Lang Lang patted Daotong on the head and asked Li Zhongwen to take him away.

Until watching the two disappear from sight, he bowed and said, "I'm laughing. Lord, you haven't introduced your friend to me yet."

"Oh, he is..." "Kong Sang, I'm his son." Da Si Ming pinched his wrist and examined it carefully.Apart from the fact that the opponent's pulse was much faster than that of ordinary people, there was actually a trace of inexplicable divine power surging in it, and the power became stronger and stronger, and he was struggling in the prison like a beast preparing to break through the cage.

Ruan Qingjue didn't seem to notice it.He faced Da Si Ming and thought for a moment, as if he had nothing to say to Da Si Ming, he smiled to himself again.

"Lang Lang, let's talk about the ghost car. Listen here, son. I'll go back first."

"Ruan Qingjue!"

Ruan Qingjue jumped out of the Taoist temple suddenly like a loach, but the chief commander tried every means to guard against him but still failed to stop him.And Lang Lang, who was standing stupidly at the side, showed a confused expression, and was successfully blown away by the sleeve wind thrown by Da Si Ming.

Ruan Shou and Ruan Qingjue walked back and forth on the high mountain a few miles away, but the latter was in a trance, like a marionette, and was at the mercy of others.

The two of them stopped in front of a carriage, and Ruo Shou just turned around and pinched Ruan Qingjue's chin, pulling him closer.

"You said that as long as it is an order issued by God, it will be carried out, but I have rarely seen you as well-behaved as you are now." Ruo pulled off the long belt that bound his eyes, and met the pair of eyes that were out of focus but could not help being fragile. Eye.Ru Shou sighed a long time, hugged him tightly in his arms, smelled the fragrance of his hair, and said, "You cut off the red thread, but what should I do if you lose it again?"