Who calls this thing a god?

To some extent, Luo Shan's affairs were more difficult than those of Ye Jinyi or Xia Xixi.

The Resentment God is equivalent to a medium, an indeterminate formula, connecting people at both ends and converting resentment into an equal price.

Ye Jinyi wanted his predecessor Sun Gu to pay a physical price, so his predecessor was directly castrated by theology.

Xia Xixi wants the perpetrator to suffer the same pain as her, so the classmates who bullied her will fall into nightmares again and again until the hatred in her heart is washed away.

Although Luo Shan hated her, she only wanted to sever ties with Luo Fuguo's family before she died.

... But the relationship between people can't be cut off when it is said to be cut off.

Qi especially felt dizzy because of the mouthful of the duck.

In the past, he would directly send Luo Fuguo's family of three to the Western Paradise for a lifetime trip, which would save time and money, and would be economical.

It's a pity that he is now in the light.

Wash your hands in the golden basin and strive to be the No. 1 young pioneer model.

"Not ready yet?"

Lu Chan took the fermented red bean soup packed downstairs from Bureau Nine and pasted it on his face, then pulled away the chair next to him and sat down.

Feeling a little hot to the touch, Qiyou took it and inserted a straw to take a sip, and listened to his further inquiry: "The relics of Luo Shan's mother don't seem to be forged in terms of age--I saw a man named 'Suyouzong' when I was looking." sect, they invited you to this world?"

Qiyou bit the straw and let out a muffled hum.

Lu Chan figured out some tricks for a while, but his face was still unobtrusive. He twirled the pen between his fingers and said, "Oh, I heard Luo Shan said that the suzerain's name is 'Mr. Fushu', right?"

Qiyou was noncommittal.

"When Suyouzong split, it was really miserable and horrible. Are you afraid?"

Qiyou squinted at him: "Don't talk to me."

There are really very few records about Suyouzong in the Ninth Bureau. Most people have never heard of these three words. Got it, meeting such a living fossil as Qiyou this time, hasn't he squeezed people out?

Lu Chan heard it as if he didn't hear it, and the pen in his hand was spinning quickly to throw sparks.

"You said that you were invited by Su Youzong back then, and now you are hired by the Ninth Bureau. Hey, do you think there is any connection between the two?"

Qiyou held the paper cup, like a little squirrel holding a pine cone, afraid of being stolen by others.

His half-closed eyes flickered slightly, and when he looked closely, the water was rippling. With a straw in his mouth, he mumbled, "...knowing too much is not good for you."

Lu Chan faintly felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell.

"Hey, what are you...Shen Hegui, does he belong to Suyouzong?" He said this with a smell of old Shanxi vinegar, and his tingles were everywhere.

Qi You sniffed, let go of the straw that was bitten flat by him, and looked at him sideways, with a thin smile in his half-closed eyes, and said drunkenly, "Guess?"

Lu Chan: "..."

The pen fell to the desk with a clatter.

He looked at Qiyou's eyes and ear tips in surprise, and stared for a full half a minute before his eyes fell on the fermented red bean soup he was holding in both hands.

I fuck.

Qi You usually seems to be the world's most invincible drag brother, but in fact, his drinking capacity is unexpectedly...poor.

When people get drunk, they usually fall asleep with good wine, and those with bad wine will do things that they usually want to do but cannot do due to various reasons.

Lu Chan asked tentatively, "Little princess, are you sleepy? Do you want to sleep?"

Qiyou held the paper cup, stared at him softly, thought about it seriously, and shook his head.

Lu Chan's heart was soft as honey, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised.

He thought about what the little princess wanted to do the most, and finally came to a conclusion—to kill someone.

Lu Chan: "..." There is a big problem.

Just when he was hesitating whether to arrest a few people to help Qi You, the man stood up unsteadily and walked towards the door.

"Hey, hey." Lu Chan called him twice, hooking Qiyou's calf with one foot, "Where are you going?"

Just kidding, if this person goes out of this door, there will be only one game left if he fails to keep all nine games.

Qiyou's walking is still normal, not too crooked, but his standing is a little wobbly, like a happy goat that puts coins at the entrance of a store.

Lu Chan snorted softly, reached out and snatched the red bean soup from his hand: "Confiscated."

"...?" Qiyou frowned, and kicked Lu Chan's foot hooking his calf, with such strength that he would die of hatred.

Fortunately, Lu Chan reacted quickly and dodged it, otherwise he was afraid that he would enjoy a free amputation. He held up the paper cup and said, "Children can't drink, and my brother will punish me for drinking."

Without saying a word, Qi You bent down and leaned over, with the aroma of wine on his lips and teeth, which made everyone's hearts drunk.

He gently sniffed Lu Chan's neck, like a little squirrel sniffing a precious pine cone, and muttered, "Brother, give it back to me."

Lu Chan: "..."

He heard the noisy heartbeat pounding against his chest forcefully and heavily, and the lingering sound still burned into his heart.

He was silent for a while, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "What if brother doesn't pay you back?"

The child thought about it seriously, and stood up decisively: "Then I don't want it."

After speaking, go out again.

Lu Chan helplessly smiled and said, "Where are you going?"

Qiyou paused and said, "Cut bamboo."

Lu Chan: "???"

He was at a loss, and realized after a while that this might be nonsense, and said dumbfoundingly, "Then do you know where there are bamboos?"

"I know." Even though Qiyou was drunk, he was still quite slick in answering the conversation, much more diligent than when he was sober.

Hearing what he said, Lu Chan was a little curious, and stood up from the chair: "Then let's go, take me with you, and let's go together."

Captain Qiyou thought about it for a moment, and probably felt that it was harmless, so he nodded and acquiesced.

The bamboo chopping duo walked in the corridor of Bureau Nine with one in front and one behind. Most of the colleagues walking around had never seen Qiyou, but they all knew the second in command of Bureau Nine. Before they met, five meters away, they called him with a smile: " Brother Lu."

Lu Chan nodded, but he never took his eyes off the little fox who smelled like red bean fermented rice in front of him.

The adventurous little fox happily cocked its tail in this building that has walked [-] times and can't remember its way. Sometimes it stretches out its paws to touch here, and sometimes pokes its head to look there. Lu Chan's heart softens when he sees it. It's too bad.

He tried to please the little fox, and said with a smile: "Little princess, where do you want to go, tell brother, brother will guide you, okay?"

Qiyou refused to accept this, and shook his head firmly.

It is an ideal little fox with fermented red beans.

Oh, all right.

The two ran around for a while, and gradually Lu Chan realized that they were going in the wrong direction.

... Isn't this the direction of the director's office? ? ?

Lu Chan was a little surprised, but he followed Qiyou to the door of the office.

"..." Open the door and give away the head.

Qiyou was quite rude, he just opened the door and entered.

Shen Xuan, who was teasing the bastard: "..." Uh, do you have anything to do?

He looked at Qiyou in a daze, and then at Lu Chan in a daze.

Hello? ? ?

Qiyou's purpose was quite clear. When he entered the room, he directly targeted the potted jade bamboo plant inlaid with gold behind his desk. He rolled up his sleeves without saying a word, grabbed the bamboo plant on the spot, and pulled it out with mud and roots!

Bonsai: "..." How to put it, it's quite bald.

Shen Xuan: "..."

What kind of bamboo is pulled out? It's my life.

Lu Chan clearly saw Shen Xuan's eyes widen and the veins on his forehead bulge in slow motion frame by frame, and he grabbed the turtle in his hand and screamed.

The culprit has no self-knowledge, holding the raised green and watery bamboo, shaking the soil, and throwing mud spots all over the ground.

Shen Xuan saw that the potted plant he had paid so much money to grow had a big bald head, and his jet-black hair stood up at the root, and it was about to turn white at a speed of five centimeters per second. After a while, he said, "Lu, Chan, what's going on? Can you give me an objective explanation?"

"..." How should I put it, my little princess came to you on an expedition to dig treasures, so let's take a few bamboos.

Lu Chan's expression was also indescribable, and he didn't expect that Qi You could remember that there was a pot of bamboo here, let alone that he came straight here.

He put his hand in front of his lips, coughed, and evaluated as objectively as possible: "Just...he likes it, I'm responsible."

Fuck your grandma's asshole, you're fucking objective!

What kind of view is this fucking guest?

Shen Xuan was so angry that he almost lost his breath.

Lu Chan said that being responsible is not a verbal check, he smiled helplessly, took out his mobile phone and transferred a few full amount to the old director first, and then went to Qiyou's side in an open and honest manner.

He first brushed away the dust on Qiyou's arms, and gently moved the index finger and middle finger of his right hand on the tattoo on his left wrist, as if pulling out a piece of music, the rays of light instantly entangled into a demon knife, which he held in his hand, and said softly : "Dirty, I'll do it."

Raising the knife in his hand, the roots of the bundle of bamboo fell to the ground rustling with the soil.

Shen Xuan: "..."

Lu Chan, please get out of Shan Hai Jing.

"Here, take it." Lu Chan handed him the bamboo in a grand manner.

Qiyou took it, looked at it carefully, and left without saying a word.

Lu Chan turned his head to face Shen Xuan's black face, and smiled like a rascal: "I'm sorry, old Shen, but you can't bear my aunt's acting like a baby, right?"

Shen Xuan: "..." Give your grandma a kick.

Seeing Qiyou drunk like this, Lu Chan had no choice but to send him home.

Along the way, he hugged the bamboo without saying a word, occasionally turned his head to look at Lu Chan curiously, and then quickly turned around.

It was hard to figure out what he was thinking.

As soon as he got home, Qiyou walked into the bathroom carrying the bamboo in a big way, forgetting to take off his shoes.

To be honest, Lu Chan really didn't know what he was going to do with these few bamboos.

There was the sound of splashing water in the bathroom.

Lu Chan sighed, changed his shoes in the entrance, and leaned against the door of the bathroom to watch his little princess with her head lowered and her hands down, cleaning those green bamboos carefully like a primary school student washing her hands.

He stepped forward and asked softly, "Let me help you, okay?"

The little princess didn't answer, but twisted her body away.

Lu Chan was angry and funny, watching helplessly as he rubbed the stems and leaves of the bamboo one by one, his fingers were red from the cold.

He frowned and stretched out his hand to Qiyou: "Cold water, stop washing, give it to me."

The author has something to say: I’m back to school today, I’m so sleepy now... Take a nap~

感谢在2020-08-2516:57:59~2020-08-2615:30:48期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 9 bottles of Sangyu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!