The Farming Life of the God of Time Traveling

Song Qishu spat out a mouthful of blood, ignored his words, and asked himself, "Where's the Thousand Heart Grass?"

"Of course the wrong data needs to be repaired. I sent him to have it repaired. When he comes back, the world will be complete again."

Song Qishu affirmed that the other party must have come from modern times like him, or had some understanding of modern times, otherwise his way of speaking...data is something unique to that world.

Losing the support of its original strength, the volcano began to tremble with howls, emitting a little white light from the bottom of the mountain, from bottom to top, and then slowly dissipated and disappeared in the smoke screen.

After Dashan disappeared out of thin air, Song Qishu passed out completely. He did the same thing last time. History always repeats itself.

Up to now, he still doesn’t understand what fate wants to do. There is no hero in the novel where the younger brothers are everywhere, the storehouse is full of treasures, and the fortune is not shallow. There is only a difficult road to becoming stronger. This map of mountains and rivers, a fairy artifact, was also bought by him with half his life. , What an injustice, some people are born with a heavenly root, or even a mutated spiritual root, and a five-spirit root like him can't survive unless he finds a different way.

"Master, are you okay?" A familiar voice came, and Song Qishu glanced at him. He was dressed in green, standing there shaking a paper fan, not to mention handsome, but also a handsome young man, provided that he was not rebellious. He still remembers the pain he felt at the moment against the teacher. The wall of the crowd fell down and the crowd pushed him down, but Lin Yun was behind them smiling. .

"Master?" Lin Yun looked at Song Qishu's whole body suspiciously. Lin Yun's heart skipped a beat when he looked over. Why did he always feel that his master had changed? In the gloom, you can't shake it off, you can't wave it away.

Lin Yun didn't dare to act rashly. His master usually looks gentle and silent, but in fact, his methods are incomparable. He has waited too long for this day, and there is no room for a slight mistake, otherwise he will die.

He also asked him why he appeared here, and responded lightly. Song Qishu simply closed his eyes and rested against the picture of mountains and rivers. He felt that life was passing away faster, and the thousand-heart grass in his clothes began to feel faintly hot. Sure enough, I still can't escape my fate...

Seeing Song Qishu taking a rest, Lin Yun didn't dare to disturb him any more, swallowed back what he was about to say, instead staring straight at the bulging skirt of Song Qishu's chest, he knew that this was Song Qishu's hard-won search. The treasure that broke through the golden core, thinking in his heart, he stretched out his hand silently.

Although he closed his eyes, he accurately grasped the hand, Song Qishu just asked calmly this time, "Tell me the truth, how long have you been thinking about this day? One month? Half a year? One year?"

Terrified by Song Qishu's cold hand, Lin Yun recalled the bloody monks he had accidentally seen in the cave dungeon, and didn't think much about why he broke free from Song Qishu so easily, and retreated in cold sweat After a few steps, he said that it was strange to see what Master saw today, and he was still retorting, "Master, how is it possible, I just want to pat you for you because you have dust on your shoulder."

Song Qishu sighed, he really didn't want to care about it anymore, but he really wanted to know how this child who was picked up by him and raised since childhood had such a rebellious thought.

However, whenever Lin Yun mentioned him, he was as scared as a mouse when it met a cat, and kept quibbling for fear of his deeds being revealed.

Lin Yun was afraid that he wouldn't believe it, so he got anxious and couldn't help but swear, "Really! I definitely have no other ideas. For example, if I really have other ideas, I will be struck by lightning!"

Is it really okay for this kid to curse himself like this?It's the first time he's found it so fierce.

Song Qishu signaled him to stop, "I know that your allies are outside, and I know the answer. Just tell me honestly, whether it is a month, half a year, or a year."

Lin Yun clenched his fists tightly, his voice seemed to come out from between his teeth, "Five years..."

Song Qishu couldn't believe it, "I made you hate me for so long? Did I treat you badly?"

Sadness is because of sacrifices. He doesn't say that he is heart-to-heart to this apprentice, but he can be regarded as a heart-to-heart.

"They said that you killed my parents. Do you think I will never know if you don't tell me? Let me tell you, you are delusional!" Lin Yun's face was full of ferocity, and he felt that he was standing on the moral high ground. What he did Yes, why should he be afraid?

Song Qishu felt as if he was looking at a fool, "You believe what they say? I taught you that?"

There is another reason why Lin Yun is convinced. Everyone knows that his master has weak feelings, but he has deep feelings for him, but he really has no blood relationship with his master. When others keep fanning the flames behind his ears, no matter how fake he is Seriously.

In fact, this is really the result of insufficient IQ, and others are just helping.

Lin Yun's mind suddenly cleared up, and he was sweating anxiously. He seemed to understand that behind those countless tongues, there were his master's enemies, and there were villains who coveted treasures, and most of them were villains.

With trembling lips, he tried to pull the other party with a pale face, but in vain, he raised his head, and his master was staring outside.

He looked back, the door opened, and countless practitioners poured in.

A dream is not a dream, a flower is not a flower, and fate cannot be said.

The glare of the sun woke up someone who was still on the bed, Song Qishu with balabala hair, a carp sat up straight, washed his face and brushed his teeth neatly, brushed two handfuls of hair, put on his clothes and trousers rustlingly, and took them aside The briefcase went out sleepily.

But he was stunned the moment he went out, and he came to this world again, so does he really have to go to work?His hand loosened and loosened on the handle, and finally turned and went back to the bedroom.

He took off his clothes, changed into pajamas, lit a small lamp, and climbed into bed to sleep, but thinking of his neurotic boss, he still held back his drowsiness, took out his mobile phone and called the boss to ask for leave.

As a result, the other party sprayed him from head to toe, and scolded him from his personality to his ancestors. This is simply a representative embodiment of the capitalist exploiting class. He still dare not hang up the phone.

In the end, the boss was tired of talking, took a sip of water, and said disgustedly, "You are the kind of person who is willing to have you because we pity you, and don't think my words are ugly. Think about it, why do so many people just go from here? Not asking for leave?"

Because if you deduct three hundred a day, they will go crazy... Song Qishu complained silently.

However, it was these words that made him understand that he needs to resign because there are not enough people to ask for leave, so he casually hummed to the boss and lay back on the bed, thinking that he would resign when he woke up and work at home Anyway, I can't starve to death.

After sleeping until night, it was nearly dusk when he woke up again.

Song Qishu got up, his stomach was already hungry, so he had no choice but to go out to look for food. Several neighbor children who had just finished school saw him waving his hands all the way. Song Qishu felt that he had slept much better, and laughed. Nodding his head, he left the community. The steamed stuffed bun shop at the door was closed, only noodle sellers. He hurried up and down happily, because it was still early, and there were not many people buying noodles. Song Qishu waited in line for 2 minutes and it was his turn. him.

The little brother helped the previous one to adjust the seasoning with his hands and feet. When he saw Song Qishu's smile, his eyes narrowed into a slit, which was quite festive with his round figure. "It's rare for Meng Wazi to come. What are you eating today? Noodles with mixed sauce or beef noodles?"

Song Qishu raised his glasses and looked at the menu. The aroma of beef noodles rushed over wantonly, rich and fragrant, which made his stomach churn, and subconsciously took a few steps back.

"Forget it, I won't eat noodles today." After thinking about it, the steamed buns didn't taste too bad, otherwise he was afraid that he would throw up just by smelling it.