Baiyao Policy

In the lobby of Duyao Pavilion, Wen Yubai was sitting in the center of the sofa, with a snow-white rabbit squatting beside him, and Ning Ya and other demons standing behind him.

Wen Yubai looked at He Rong who was kneeling and lowering his head facing him, with a serious expression.

Wen Yubai tilted his head slightly, and called out to the demons behind him, "Qing Huan."

Qing Huan's usual relaxed and playful expression was no longer there, but a solemn expression: "Yes."

"Read the sentence."

"Yes."

Qing Huan took a few steps forward, stood in front of He Rong, stretched out her hand and took out a black and white verdict at some point, with her eyes fixed, she opened her mouth and read:

"The banyan tree demon has existed for 690 years. From 12 AD to [-] AD, it violated the regulations of the hundred demons. It disregarded human life for its own selfishness and caused [-] people to die. , can’t be forgiven. The policy master Wen Yubai judged according to the policy: He Rong closed the Bone Transformation Palace, the demon bones were removed to disperse the demon souls, and the demon consciousness was locked in the Bone Transformation Palace, so that they could not enter reincarnation.”

After reading, Qing Huan put away the verdict and held it in the palm of his hand, looked down at He Rong, and asked each book at a glance: "He Rong, what else do you want to say?"

He Rong straightened her back slightly, Qing Huan turned to the side, she looked past Qing Huan and fixedly looked at Wen Yubai, and after a while, she bowed to him with her hands on the ground: "Little demon, it's no different."

Qing Huan also glanced at Wen Yubai, who closed his eyes and gently raised his hand.

Qing Huan looked at He Rong who bowed her head, then at the glowing verdict, and sighed softly.

Qing Huan raised her hand to He Rong's head, and gently pushed the verdict into her body.

It has been so many years since he came to Duyao Pavilion. This is He Rong's worst crime, and of course he has been severely punished.With such a heavy verdict penetrating into his body, he wondered if He Rong, who had lost his inner alchemy, would be able to persist until the Bone Transformation Hall.

Although it's not easy to go behind the Bone Transformation Hall.

The punishment of Baiyao Ce has already begun from the moment the master of the plot confirmed the verdict.

When the verdict first entered He Rong's body, she could still grit her teeth and hold back, but as the verdict gradually took effect, the more time passed, the more painful it became for her.

Ningya looked at He Rong who was already twitching on the ground, her forehead was dripping with sweat and her lips had been bitten open because of the pain, a trace of unbearableness flashed in her eyes, but she couldn't do anything.

Although the Hall of Bone Transformation is in the Demon Crossing Pavilion, it is indeed an invisible space. Ning Ya and the others don't know where it is, and even if they know it, they can't enter it.

The monsters in the Bone Transformation Hall were all sent by Baiyao Ce. Once they entered, they would die almost every time, and they would never come out.

Broken moans of pain overflowed from He Rong's mouth, and the originally white|white hands grabbed the soft carpet, and the veins bulged.

A few minutes later, He Rong's brows eased a little, and the light spots all over her body gradually disappeared.

Seeing this, everyone in Ning Ya couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief - they made it through.

The living room was silent for a few seconds, Wen Yubai gently patted the rabbit that was rubbing its head over, then got up and went upstairs without a glance.

The rest of the monsters looked at each other and went back to their rooms.

This is the heaviest sentence ever imposed by the strategist. The soul is locked and the consciousness is scattered, and it is impossible to enter reincarnation.

Although He Rong deserved what he deserved, after knowing that He Rong was for Shen Qin, everyone always felt uncomfortable.

Wen Yubai went back to the room and closed the door, staring at the cup of milk tea on the bedside table that was frozen even its body in a daze.

Ten days later, the hundred-year-old banyan tree in a hospital in city A lost its leaves for less than half a month, and finally shed them all overnight. The wrinkled and yellowed trunk made everyone sigh—whether it has survived this winter or not , Is it still too old?

In the hospital ward, a woman took the doctor's hand and asked in confirmation, "Doctor Zhao, are you sure my son is okay?"

Dr. Zhao smiled and patted the woman's hand: "Don't worry, all the examinations are normal, and the patient also said that he feels much better and can be discharged from the hospital."

The woman was still worried: "Really? You said the same thing before, why did you suddenly get sick ten days ago, and it was more serious than any other time before."

Dr. Zhao rubbed his neck in embarrassment: "It is reasonable to say that there is no problem in the previous examination. As for the reason for your son's relapse, our hospital does not know yet, and we are studying it now."

The woman looked worried, turned to look at her son, and asked worriedly: "Son, do you really have any bad feelings?"

Hospital bed | Although the person on the bed was pale, he was in good spirits. He looked at his mother and shook his head with a smile: "Mom, don't worry, I'm fine, and the doctor said I'm fine."

The body... is really good.

………………

It's been almost half a month since He Rong's incident, luckily there hasn't been any major incidents these days, I think Ningya Lique and the others will take care of the little things like Danwei's greedy little monster, and Wen Yubai is fine all day long , ran on both sides of the Duyao Pavilion restaurant.

Tuanzi followed Wen Yubai all the time, went to many restaurants, and his figure became rounder again.

"Master, it will be New Year's Eve in less than five days. Do we want to do something in the store?" Zhu Qiu glanced at the calendar hanging on the wall, thought for a while, and then turned to look at Wen Yubai who was grinding coffee beans beside him .

Wen Yubai kept moving his hands, looked at the crowd not far away, and sighed in his heart.Said: "No need, let's close the business in two days, let's talk about it after the New Year."

If there are activities, it must be very busy when there are too many people.

Hearing Wen Yubai's words, Zhuqiu felt helpless—maybe the instigator was the first person who thought his store was too good and too busy.

but……

Zhu Qiu followed Wen Yubai's gaze just now, and saw eight|nine seventeen or eighteen-year-old girls glanced at the counter from time to time, and then retreated back with blushing, chirping and chatting excitedly with their partners.

The restaurant was too noisy, even though Zhuqiu's hearing was different from ordinary people, he still only heard intermittent words, such as 'so handsome, warm man, so gentle smile, temperament, hands, boyfriend' and so on.

Seeing Wen Yubai's helpless expression, Zhu Qiu suppressed a smile in his heart, since the curator came to the store frequently, the number of little girls who came to eat in the store has increased day by day.

"Policy Master, go and have a rest, I'll be fine." Zhu Qiu walked over to take over what Wen Yubai was doing, and said to Wen Yubai with a smile.

Wen Yubai didn't delay after hearing this, nodded to Zhuqiu, and then pushed open the door behind and went in.

When closing the door, Zhuqiu clearly heard the sigh of regret coming from her ear, she knew who it was without thinking about it, and she couldn't help laughing even harder.

Leaving the front desk, Wen Yubai came to the kitchen. The spacious and tidy kitchen was divided into several work areas. There were more than a dozen stoves that were bustling with activity. Although no one was operating some of the stoves, the condiment spatula moved out of thin air. It does not prevent the aroma from overflowing in the pot.

"Mao Xiaomao, quickly add salt, don't overcook the beef, you say..."

As soon as Wen Yubai came in, he heard the familiar and childish voice of a certain rabbit in his ears. Wen Yubai looked around and saw the dumpling squatting on a freezer, talking to a pot.

The dumplings fell, and the spoon placed below floated out of thin air, and then scooped a spoonful of salt into the pot.

"Oh, don't put too much, you..."

Wen Yubai shook his head lightly, then walked to Tuanzi's side and poked his head: "Squatting here, isn't it cool?"

Tuanzi moved his ears, his hare lips opened and closed: "It's not cold."

"Master."

Seeing Wen Yubai, Mao Xiaomao, who was so busy, said respectfully.

Wen Yubai nodded with a smile, and boasted, "It's very fragrant."

"Planner, it's almost New Year's Eve, and we haven't bought the New Year's goods yet."

While chatting, Zhu Qiu walked in suddenly, looked around and fixed on Wen Yubai, reminding him.

Wen Yubai also remembered that there was such a thing, so he turned around and poked the dumpling again: "Do you want ice cream?"

Duanzi's eyes lit up—eat!