Marriage Management Master

The Snow Mountain Goddess was the first to enter the room, followed by former colleagues.

Wen Xi was genuinely annoyed by the fact that he had to cooperate with his rival in love, but when he turned his head and saw that Ying Mingzhu, who was acting as a fighting force, was also among them, he was relieved to feel that at least the game had been won.

Fu Pao calmly nodded at them: "What do you mean by this?"

"You should know what you have done." Fanjia's amber eyes revealed an extremely pure luster, just like bits of gold shimmering on the surface of the lake under the sun's rays. "Or, we should call you, Shenhu."

——See you in the picture!

The source of this matter is that Wen Xi suddenly thought of something.

"I remember that you were injured by him when you were interrogating Shen Hu. Both Shen Hu and I were born as obstacles, and the wounds left by the original body were very poisonous. At that time, gauze was attached, and it took a while to heal." Xi said slowly, "Before that, Shen Hu and I confronted each other in the Demon Realm, and he also suffered the same injury in the same place."

"Perhaps it shouldn't be said that way. It was after Shenhu and I were injured in the confrontation that the floating paddle had a wound. The wound appeared so timely, I don't know if it was accidental or man-made."

Wen Xi continued: "Shortly thereafter, news of Shen Hu's self-explosion came from the interrogation room, and Shen Hu disappeared. And you were the only one who interrogated Shen Hu that night, and all the monitoring records were destroyed by the self-explosion the next day. Now, no one can testify for you, who are you."

Floating Paddle stared at the sudden appearance of several people, but showed no panic.Perhaps such a day had already been expected.

Among the countless pairs of suspicious or stern eyes, the floating oar stood against the face of Shenhu, smiling—or it was always Shenhu, Shenhu, who has been resurrected since his self-explosion a few months ago, and is still missing. The lake has been lurking beside Tianjun for so long as a floating paddle.

Fan Jia took a step forward, and there was a glimmer of light between his fingers.She said coldly: "You pretended to be a floating paddle, colluded with Shachao, slandered Lord Linyu, ordered Ao Run to kidnap Taoyao, what else do you want to say?"

Shen Hu didn't answer, but someone in the crowd asked, "Where is Mr. Jiang?"

"It's far away in the sky, but it's close in front of us." The man stood up calmly, and at the same time hooked the transparent silk thread in his hand, "As you can see, I am a sinking lake, but I am also a floating oar."

For a moment, the room was in an uproar.

Zilan's eyelashes trembled slightly in her peaceful sleep.

"This is the end of the matter. In view of the friendship between our colleagues for many years, I will also let everyone understand." The man looked around and smiled at Wenxi, "Does the god know the art of 'splitting soul'?"

"You don't know where I went after Lord Linyu overturned the water prison and the Lord Demon died." He said, "That's when the floating paddle was born."

At that time, he retreated in the deep mountains for several years, enduring the pain of tearing his soul, and relying on the powerful ability of obstacles, he forged another self, which is the floating paddle.

The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was a wooden oar sinking in a lake.

Floating Paddle has the same bloodline as him, unconditionally obeys his consciousness and obeys his decisions.For thousands of years after that, under his guidance, Fu Pao dispelled the evil energy, devoted himself to cultivation, and created an opportunity to walk in front of Zilan, deliver news to him based on his close relationship, and finally died for him.

...yes, to die for him.

On the day of the interrogation, Fu Pao entered the interrogation room and exchanged identities with Shen Hu.No one saw the exchange of their identities, the one who walked in was a floating oar, but the one who walked out was already a sinking lake.

The next day, the explosion in the interrogation room resounded through the sky. From then on, "Shenhu" on the wanted warrant was dead, but the one who reappeared in front of the world was no longer the old man.

Zilan's lips trembled.

...It turns out that the floating paddle was already dead when the "Sinking Lake" blew itself up.

The avatar forged with the soul-splitting technique and had its own consciousness, the floating oar that had truly accompanied him for thousands of years and was like a brother and friend, had long since died.

Zilan suddenly remembered that afternoon, when Fu Pao told him that he was going to interrogate Shenhu, his expression seemed to be the same as usual.

He jokingly said: "I'm so tired from work, get off work early tonight and go to dinner, don't let God Wenxi see."

The floating paddle raised the corners of his lips, and said gently, "Okay."

They did have a meal together that night, but that person was no longer the floating paddle he was familiar with.

The floating paddle that had been with him for thousands of years had turned into blue smoke and dust.At that time, Fu Pao knew that he was going to die, so what kind of mood did he go to die without even saying a word?

"He was supposed to be united with me, but he still practiced too much, and he has an independent consciousness. He gradually ceased to be used by me, and even started to hide things. Fortunately, he followed my instructions in the end." Shen Hu spread his hands, " But you don't have to be so sad. After all, he is not as pure and innocent as you think, and he has kept a lot of things from you for so many years, generally half and half."

In fact, if you miss the floating paddle, I can make another one, after all, it is all based on me.Shen Hu swallowed his unspoken words, and was a little surprised to see Zilan's eyes flushed.

——There's nothing to cry about, it's just a tool man.

He shook his head, thinking nonchalantly, he really couldn't understand the overflowing emotions of these young people.But he doesn't feel it, maybe because he is an obstacle that can't understand emotions?

Among so many people of the same kind, I am afraid that only Wen Xi broke this curse-like law.

In the silence, only Wen Xi was unaware of the strange atmosphere, and satirized the old acquaintance who had reunited after a long absence: "So you don't know that the villain died because of talking too much?"

"I only know that before I die, I have to take a back." Shen Hu said indifferently, "If you don't want to see your Tianjun die like this."

Before the words fell, everyone was shocked.However, it was too late to stop her, the floating paddle tightened the silk thread in her hand, and under the eyes of everyone, a trace of blood oozes from Zilan's neck.He looked down at Zilan: "Do you want half of the Ministry of Security to be buried with you?"

Wen Xi looked behind him suddenly - black and red fireworks slowly flowed out, and the door to hell opened again.

Shenhu and Zilan were very close - so the blast wave swept through Shenhu first.Wen Xi shouted sharply, "Zi Lan!"

Zilan's face was pale, and a mouthful of blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth, but at this moment, a breath embedded in the bottom of the bowl rose up silently and attached to his heart.

To everyone present, that breath was no stranger.Fan Jia murmured: "That's... the primordial spirit of the floating paddle..."

The room suddenly shone with golden light.Countless streams of brilliant and fiery spiritual power gushed out from Zi Lan's heart, and poured all of them into the celadon vase in front of the bed.Under everyone's unbelievable gaze, the bunch of withered flowers slowly unfolded their branches, leaves and stamens, gradually smelling a rich fragrance.

... This bouquet of flowers has been irrigated by Tianjun's lifelong cultivation, and it will not rot for a thousand years from now on.

One second before the flowers bloom, the gate of hell opens.

In the first second when the fragrance came out, Shen Hu jumped into the black hole.At the same time, Zilan grabbed the sharp silk thread with her backhand, allowing the thread to embed into the flesh, bringing out a string of blood beads.He flickered and left with him.

Some blood dripped onto the petals, blooming in a fiery and coquettish way.

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