This supermarket is not right [Honghuang]

Fang Zhe was taken aback by Yang Jian's words. He looked at Yang Jian slowly. What does it mean that the famous Erlang God suddenly wants to live in his supermarket for a few days?Fang Zhe looked confused. He looked at Yang Jian, as if he didn't know where to start.Yang Jian smiled shyly. He rubbed his hands gently, and the three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand leaned against his chest with a cold light.

"I'm not good at things. Uncle—no, the Jade Emperor will punish me. If I go back to heaven now, I'm afraid it will be bad luck. Store Manager Fang—" Yang Jian stared at Fang Zhe with piercing eyes .Fang Zhe's heart skipped a beat, and the expression on his face became a little embarrassed. He said with a sneer, "Well, then I can't afford to offend the Jade Emperor." After finishing speaking, Fang Zhe regretted it a little.He only knew that Yang Jian was the god of heaven, what if he went crazy and destroyed the supermarket, or killed him with that cold three-pointed double-edged knife?

"No, uncle—cough, I mean the Jade Emperor will blame you." Yang Jian coughed lightly and looked at Fang Zhe with a pitiful look.There is a pure white puppy behind him, whimpering and looking at Fang Zhe with wet eyes, as if saying to promise him quickly.

Fang Zhe has a headache, this is a legendary figure.What's going on here, even hanging around in his supermarket?Fang Zhe didn't quite understand.He rubbed his eyebrows and was about to say something.Yang Jian suddenly said, "Shop Manager Fang, I can also be a shop assistant. I do things, don't worry!"

"..." Fang Zhe felt a little baffled recently, how could any god come to the mortal world to be a supermarket clerk.Is this guy out of his mind? "You—" Fang Zhe thought for a long time, but couldn't find an adjective to describe his current mood.He suddenly found that there was no appropriate word to describe his current mood.

Yang Jian breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "Then, Manager Fang, it's such a happy decision!" The white puppy wagged its tail and followed behind Yang Jian, barking softly.The soft and waxy milk voice sounds extremely cute, and Fang Zhe, who has no immunity to small animals, let Yang Jian live in the store.Qinghui stood aside and twitched, Yang Jian, the legendary god, stayed in the shop with shame, and the empress Pingxin who had just left was very kind to the shop manager.He always felt that there were countless secrets in this store, otherwise these gods would not rush into the store in a hurry, and even stay in the store.

Fang Zhe received countless shocks that day, and his experience can be said to be very tortuous and bizarre.Cong Yingzheng and Baiqi rushed into the store like robbers trying to rob the Twelve Jinren, but the Pingxin Empress who went to the underworld took them away.The middle process can be said to be very difficult, Fang Zhe was a little tired, rubbed his brows and said, "I don't have any wages for you!"

Yang Jian rubbed his hands happily and said, "It's okay, Manager Fang just needs to take me in. After I stay for hundreds of years, I will go back to my dojo!" Fang Zhe froze and turned his head to look at Yang Jian opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.He wanted to say, what the hell is staying for hundreds of years? Do you have some misunderstandings about the human world.But because the impact of Yang Jian's words was too great, Fang Zhe was unable to say it.As if losing his voice, he could only stare at Yang Jian in a daze.

Qinghui was also taken aback when he heard Yang Jian's words.Immediately, the corners of his eyebrows twitched lightly, as expected he was a great talent who had already become a fairy.As soon as he opened his mouth, it was hundreds of years, as if the years were in the flick of a finger.

Looking at the expressions of the two, Yang Jian scratched his head, and the white puppy behind him gently tugged at his robe.Yang Jian looked into Fang Zhe's bright and shining eyes, and he suddenly knew that he had said something wrong.Perhaps for him, hundreds of years are just a wave of his hand.But for Fang Zhe, who is in the mortal world, hundreds of years have already been able to make people change the world.He smiled awkwardly and said, "Decades will be fine, decades will be fine."

"..." Fang Zhe didn't want to talk to Yang Jian at all, he took a deep breath, tried to maintain an awkward but polite smile and said, "I'm going to rest first!" He can only leave quickly now This non-human, his head started to hurt a little again.He also doesn't know what items in his supermarket can attract immortals and Buddhas all over the sky.Whether it is Ying Zheng, Bai Qi, Yang Jian, or Empress Ping Xin, they all seem to be extremely interested in the supermarket they run.

Without the slightest clue, Fang Zhe lay on the bed and couldn't fall asleep.From the very beginning, he felt that his store was not simple, and seeing Yang Jian's attitude now confirmed his guess.His supermarket must have some kind of secret.Like a mystery, Fang Zhe was engulfed in it, but he couldn't get out.Fang Zhe rolled back and forth on the bed and couldn't sleep, the moonlight shining brightly on the ground.Fang Zhe narrowed his eyes and kept turning over.

With a "bang dong", there was a loud bang downstairs.Fang Zhe was taken aback, jumped out of bed in a hurry, and ran down wearing slippers. The footsteps of "dong dong dong" echoed at the stairs, and Fang Zhe rushed down the stairs anxiously.There was another roar, and the whole supermarket seemed to start shaking.

"What's going on?" Fang Zhe was taken aback, and hurriedly leaning on the railing, he walked downstairs to the supermarket.Standing at the entrance of the stairs, Fang Zhe saw Yang Jian standing majestically in the middle of the supermarket holding a three-pointed two-edged knife. The knife had a cold light on it, because it was facing away from him.Fang Zhe didn't see Yang Jian's expression clearly, but Qinghui stood aside with a gloomy face and didn't speak.And following Qinghui's gaze, an old man in a monk's robe was stumbling and slowly standing up while supporting the white wall of the supermarket.And beside him was a middle-aged man who looked extremely heroic.The man was wearing a blue robe, and his rough face looked extremely sharp.

The atmosphere in the supermarket is very depressing, even more depressing than when Ying Zheng and Bai Qi were there.Yang Jian proudly looked at the two people in front of him, and said with disdain, "Just because of your three-legged cat skills, you want to play wild here?" As he spoke, a sneer appeared on Yang Jian's mouth, and his sharp eyes stared straight at you. Look at the two of them.

The two didn't speak, they supported each other and wanted to get out of the supermarket.Yang Jian watched the movements of the two of them, pursed his lips lightly and did not speak.Fang Zhe asked in astonishment, "What happened—what happened?"

The two had already walked out of the supermarket. Under the dim light, their backs were very stooped.Fang Zhe's eyelids twitched. Could this Yang Jian be beating the old man?

Qinghui remained silent, Yang Jian turned around, his angular face looked extremely serious.He said softly, "Shop Manager Fang, these two thieves are actually coveting my teaching treasures. If I don't teach them a lesson, I'm afraid Store Manager Fang will not be clean in the future."

"What, what lesson?" Fang Zhe looked at Yang Jian with strange eyes, as if the two of them had been injured in some way just now.Yang Jian was just telling a lesson, he didn't believe Yang Jian's nonsense at the moment.Looking at Yang Jian's majestic appearance just now, not to mention the whole supermarket shaking.Fang Zhe twitched his eyelids and said, "You can't—kill someone, right?" Killing someone is a crime!

"No!" Yang Jian's handsome face looked very calm, "It's just sealing their cultivation and making them suffer a little bit." Yang Jian changed the subject again and directed it to Fang Zhe.He looked at Fang Zhe and raised his eyebrows, and asked softly, "Speaking of which, didn't Manager Fang say he was going to rest? Why did he come down again?" Fang Zhe rubbed his nose and said with a wry smile, "Isn't it because of you guys?" The fight was so fierce that the whole building was shaking and the noise was so loud."

Having said that, Fang Zhe was obviously taken aback.Yes, some inexplicable weirdos would come to the supermarket every night, and even fight, but in the early morning of the next day, he never heard anyone mention the abnormalities in the supermarket.As if they had fallen into a deep sleep, he felt a little weird.Yang Jian was not talking, and retracted the three-pointed two-edged knife.That handsome face looked outside the door of the supermarket and said, "Since Manager Fang is tired, go to bed early, those people probably won't show up for a while."

Yang Jian was giving Fang Zhe a reassurance. Since he would not come, it meant that the two of them had no desire to find fault. Maybe they were so scared by Yang Jian that they would not come to find fault.Thinking of this, Fang Zhe yawned, nodded at Yang Jian, turned around and said, "In the future, don't hit people when you disagree with each other, and you must be kind to your guests, be kind!" Fang Zhe took the last shot Palm, "I can't go on like this."

"En!" Yang Jian snorted softly as he agreed to Fang Zhe, and watched Fang Zhe disappear on the stairs.There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and there was a heroic spirit between Xinglang's brows that soared to the sky.He sat leisurely in front of the gate, looking at the dim street lights outside the supermarket.There is no color in the eyes, as if thinking about something.

When the clock pointed to twelve o'clock, Yang Jian and Qing Hui slowly cleaned up the supermarket.Fang Zhe slept until dawn. When the sunlight outside the window shined on his quilt through the slits of the curtains, Fang Zhe was stung by the dazzling sun and woke up.He rubbed his eyes and walked to the bathroom, after washing up.After walking down the stairs, Yang Jian woke up at some point, and waved at Fang Zhe.

Fang Zhe frowned, but still walked towards Yang Jian. "My Roaring Dog said, he asked for a smell. Maybe that person is coming soon!" Yang Jian pursed his lips, "I don't want to meet that person, look at the store manager—"

Scratching his head, Fang Zhe asked, "Do you need to ask for leave?"

"That's not true, it's just some friction with them. When you see them, you may have to—cough, manager, look, I won't go to work tonight. If you have anything to do, just call me." Yang Jian spoke very vaguely, which made Fang Zhe hesitate.