Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

When Qingzhu hit Wu Cong's face with his fist, Wu Cong's sanity and memory were all smashed back. To be honest, Qingzhu's strength was pitiful, hitting him on the face was no different from scratching it, but he still cooperated. He pretended to be hurt by the beating and let Qing Zhu punch and kick him, then hugged the crying little girl into his arms.

"I'm sorry, I made you anxious." He patted Qingzhu's back lightly, his eyes were sour and his voice was choked up, subconsciously lowered his eyes slightly to cover the red eye sockets, "I'm really sorry."

"It's okay." Qingzhu choked and shook her head, "I don't blame Ah Lang."

She paused, looked into Wu Cong's eyes and continued, "I never blamed A Lang."

She is always the most gentle and tolerant of the few people, but also the most decisive and calm one. If she is there, Wu Cong just needs to stay there lazily and wait for the mushrooms to grow. There is no need to worry about any unnecessary things at all. , it is not so much that Wu Cong dotes on her, it is better to say that she accommodates Wu Cong. To a certain extent, it can be said that she is the real patriarch.

"Listen to me, it's not your fault, do you know?" Qing Zhu held Wu Cong's face and stared straight at those eyes that seemed to be dodging, with a calm and persuasive tone, "A Lang is the best in the world." Yes, if it weren't for Alang, I would have lost track of where I died. I was really glad that you didn't come back that day. You are so stupid. You can't even find the medicine that old man Shanxia has been lying to you, let alone fight it. It's yellow."

"Really?" Wu Cong blinked, feeling like he was still in a dream, and automatically ignored a few words, "You don't blame me?"

"Of course I blame you!" Qingzhu angrily bumped Wu Cong's nose with his head, "You still make me so worried when I'm dead, and I have to come back to relieve your demons even if I'm not safe, I know every day You raped your own body, and drank all the wine I finally brewed, I hate you the most!"

She turned her back to make an angry look, and grabbed Hotch's clothes, "I'm going to go with this uncle, and I won't care about you anymore!"

Wu Cong and Hotch looked at each other, both of them were a little embarrassed, one was because they were seen in a rare embarrassment of their own, the other was because they saw the other's rare embarrassment, plus the fact that they had been facing each other for hundreds of years before. The wonderful emotions sprouted, so that they didn't know what to say for a while.

Qingzhu looked at Wu Cong on the left who had red eyes and was trying to show his usual gentle and elegant demeanor, and on the right looked at Hotch whose expression was getting stiffer, and suddenly understood something, and puffed out his cheeks and let out a snort.

"A Lang is the worst." She mumbled and turned her head to give Wu Cong a look, and Wu Cong embraced him with a smile.

"There will be no next time." Wu Cong said, "I swear."

"It's more or less the same." Qingzhu pouted and sat on Wu Cong's lap like Dansha, raising her chin, "I want to eat very sweet pine nut candy."

So Wu Cong took out a small bag of pine nut candy.

"I want to eat outside looking at the moon."

So the cloud outside the window dissipated, and a round of bright moon was like a mirror on a high platform, bright and flawless.

"Uncle, you come to sit too."

So Hotch sat next to Wu Cong, took the pine nut candy Qing Zhu handed over and silently put it into his mouth.

It's so sweet.

"It's a pity that the cinnabar is not here." Qingzhu looked around, sighed regretfully, his mouth was full of candy, and his words were vague.

"Happy?" Wu Cong asked.

"Yeah." Qingzhu nodded, "Although Alang is ugly, clumsy and bad-tempered, picky eaters, playful and fragile, likes to get into the wrong place, cheats himself at every turn, and always spoils Dansha too much, but I still like Alang."

"The most favorite in the whole world!"

The sky gradually showed a bit of white light, and the morning star was shining brightly.

"Actually, I don't like cultivation at all, and I don't even want to become immortals, immortality and so on are the most boring things. If I could choose, I actually want to be a human being, born, aged, sick and died normally." Qing Zhu raised her eyes and looked at Wu Cong. , "I say so, will A Lang be disappointed?"

"How could it be?" Wu Cong replied, "I just hope you can do what you like, and happiness is enough for you."

Just like the scholar at the bottom of the mountain at that time, if Qingzhu really had to marry him, Wu Cong didn't mind breaking the bottom line once in a while and being a villain who snatched a marriage for his little girl.

"Me too." A smile spread across Qing Zhu's face, "I hope Ah Lang can be happy."

"Alang can always remember me, I'm really happy, very happy, Huang Pizi is a big villain, but didn't Alang teach me that if he kills him and still remembers him, then he makes money."

"The best revenge is to let it watch your happiness in the abyss."

"Alang is not happy at all now."

"I don't want to be a bad boy who makes Ah Lang unhappy."

She said as she pulled off the hair tie and took Wu Cong's hand, and tied the hair tie around Wu Cong's wrist.

"Qingzhu..." Wu Cong sighed softly.

"A Lang promised me to look forward, okay?" Qing Zhu smiled as usual, "Let Huang Pizi suffer on his own, we don't care about it!"

"...Okay." Wu Cong complied with her request.

"Then, pull the hook." Qingzhu stretched out her little finger and hooked Wu Cong's little finger, after thinking for a while, she pulled Hotch's hand to hook it up, "Uncle, you have to help me watch A Lang."

"Pull the hook, hang yourself, and don't change it for 100 years."

The sky brightened, the stars faded, and the moon disappeared.

It's almost dawn.

Qingzhu yawned a little, closed her eyes while hugging Wu Cong's arm, "Ah Lang, I want to sleep."

"Then go to sleep." Wu Cong smiled, patted her on the back and hummed an out-of-tune tune.

"By the way..." Qingzhu muttered, "I still have to tell Dansha that I ate all her candy, so I don't want to keep it for her..."

Her voice became softer and softer, just like her figure became fainter and thinner, and finally turned into bits of streamer, melting into the glory of the sunrise.

Melting into the sunshine with her, there is also this world.

The dazzling white light flooded everything, and when Hotch opened his eyes again, his whole body was in pain, his clothes were dripping with sweat, and he almost fell to the ground with his legs limp the second he opened his eyes.

Fortunately, Wu Cong, who woke up a few seconds earlier than him, caught him in time, took out two pills and stuffed them into his mouth, so that he didn't faint on the spot.

Hotch still needs some time to slow down, and Wu Cong took advantage of this to solve the mess he made.

The first thing to solve is the yellow leather that was still in his hand. Back then, it devoured part of Qingzhu's soul, but it didn't completely digest it. The puppet, as the last hole card to deal with Wu Cong.

Such a swallowing not only made it impossible for Wu Cong to call Qingzhu back with the soul-reversing technique, but also wiped out a large part of the memory in Qingzhu's soul. It will no longer be the original green bamboo.

In fact, these are not problems. Wu Cong never cared about raising his little girl back again. The problem is that Qingzhu doesn't want to come back. As she said, she doesn't like cultivation or longevity. She just wants to be like those Human beings also experience normal life, old age, sickness and death, joy, anger, sorrow and joy.

Wu Cong forcibly pulled out the part of the soul that Huang Pizi had swallowed, and fused it with a part of the red rope around his wrist, together with the remnant soul recalled back then, he spelled out a complete soul and carefully sent it to the underworld. I also didn't forget to say hello to the acquaintances below and ask them to take care of their little girls. Although they can't interfere with the reincarnation, it's okay to be a little flexible within the operable range.

"By the way, there is also you." Huang Pizi was tied into rice dumplings by the chains formed by the raging fire and thrown into the passage opened by Wu Cong temporarily. On the other side of the passage is the eighteenth floor of hell. .

After taking care of these things, Wu Cong was slightly down for half a second, and then turned his attention to the forest that he had destroyed.

Fortunately, they reacted quickly this time. It seems that they have done a lot of things for a long time, but in fact it is only a short time. Therefore, none of the humans within the range of Wu Cong's attack survived, but they were seriously injured. There are quite a few of them, each of them is drenched with a bottle of healing potion produced by a wizard, waiting for a few monks from Shennong Valley to free up their hands to save them, and now they are all controlled and waiting for their memories to be erased one by one.

In addition to humans, they rescued a lot of animals and birds, and all of them were released into the surrounding safe forests.

What Wu Cong needs to clean up is mainly the flowers, plants and trees that he burned to scorched earth.

If he was not dead, it would only take a few minutes to spawn a forest, but now he has just survived the catastrophe of the heart demon, and the spiritual power in his body has skyrocketed and the realm is unstable, so he has to carefully control the power with any spell, which is better than giving life. Apparently his attributes are better at depriving life, one carelessness might harm the whole forest.

If you can't do it, you have to pay money. Shennong Valley also accepts the business of spawning trees. Every year, the forests in the country that are shattered by private lightning disasters are brought back by Shennong Valley. It is guaranteed to be exactly the same as the original distribution. Tree age doesn't change.

Of course, these things plus property compensation, mental damage, labor allowance, etc., combined together form a jaw-droppingly huge number. If calculated according to Hotch's salary, it probably takes a lifetime of hard work to make up a fraction.

Wu Hao Cong readily wrote a check to Mian, and also gave him a large stack of spells for strengthening the body and exorcising evil spirits for him to distribute to the monks who came to help that day. He is really not short of money, this The figure is the amount that emptied out half of his inventory for one banknote, and the old rice dumpling with nearly a hundred banknotes expressed that he has no pressure.

What's more, as long as he is willing to open a business and sell some spells and medicines, he will be able to earn back in about two or three years.

Losing money is a trivial matter, and it will not be all right. He came to him for a check. He came here this time mainly to deliver a punishment verdict to Wu Cong. Although the punishment in the world cannot limit Wu Cong, don't forget that he is still a reserve of the underworld. , How bad it is to cause such a thing abroad to affect. You didn't see that several high-ranking officials at home and abroad almost went to the underworld to report in advance. Small punishments and big warnings are still necessary.

So Hotch went out to buy a jar of salt, and when he came back, he saw Mianji smiling and hugging a stuffed animal, and handed him a thin verdict.

"Hurry up and make your fingerprint so I can go back and do business." Before Hotch finished reading the first line, Dian Zhi took Hotch's hand and pressed it twice on the verdict. The white light on it flashed and turned into two black leather ropes. One wraps around Hotch's wrist and another wraps around the neck of the little furry animal in his arms.

"I'll leave this to you, come on." Dian Zhi stuffed the small animal in his arms into Hotch's hand, patted his butt and left.

Dansha sneaked in from the outside, looking at the plush in Hotch's arms with bright eyes: "Little rabbit!"

It was a rabbit-like animal, and it was the size of a miniature dwarf rabbit. Its long snow-white fur was as frosty as snow, and its paws and ears were the same as those of a cat. Shaking and shaking is definitely a cute existence that instantly kills girls' hearts.

Hotch put down the little rabbit in his arms and began to read the verdict in his hand.

"...The impact it has caused is extremely bad, and the judgment is hereby made as follows:

1. The defendant is under the supervision of the supervisor, and shall not be restored to the original form without permission.

2. The supervisor shall be selected by the U.S. government after the resolution of the Chinese Special Office in the United States.

3...

……

(Several penalties are omitted above)

Defendant: Wu Cong (race: Yu)

Defendant's Signature: (Here is a small red paw print)"

Hotch was stunned. He looked down at the little rabbit who was clung to his trousers and refused to be hugged by Dansha, hesitantly said: "Wu?"

The little rabbit looked up at Hotch, his big, dark and cute eyes were full of lovelessness.

Ji's second form is this ghostly appearance, what can he do, he is also very desperate.

The author has something to say: I finally finished writing this terrible part, and the fattening ones can be slaughtered.

In the end, I still didn’t let Qingzhu come back. Although Qingzhu girl is super nice, she is really not suitable for longevity. , will fall in love with others, will have seven emotions and six desires, precocious and gentle, it is actually very painful for such a character to live too long, compared with his own selfish desires, the old zongzi still hopes to make Qingzhu happy.

With such a mentality, I still let the green bamboo girl reincarnate

Speaking of Zongzi, it’s actually no longer a human form since it evolved into a Hanba, let alone become a jiao [smile]

There are many opinions about Wu Cong's appearance. Here, the statement "Yan Baoyu Tan" is used: "The shape of Wu Cong is like a rabbit, and the tips of the two ears are long, only about a foot long." Although Wu Cong is a miniature version [because the rest The shape of the statement is not domesticable