[Old Nine Gates] This life is leisurely

With such a gag, the tense atmosphere eased a lot.

Wen Yu put his hands on the floor, stood up, patted the gray leisurely, his expression was alienated, and his tone was still the same cold as when we first met, without any change in emotion, "I'm going back to my room first, please go ahead. "

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left space for those two people.

(Shizhi: (*^ω^*) said, are there any students here who want to be crooked.)

"Buddha, who is that?" Qi Tiezui asked impatiently after Wen Yu walked away.

"Sister-in-law, I just accepted it more than three months ago."

"It really looks like a girl," Qi Tiezui smacked his lips looking at the direction Wen Yu left.

He was serious, but suddenly his brows and eyes frowned, and he said, "Lord Buddha, have you talked to Second Master about this?"

People have to admire Qi Baye's speed of changing his face, even Sichuan opera actors can't match it.Fortunately, Qi Baye looks upright, without a hint of affectation of a smooth villain, on the contrary, he feels a little cute.If people in the Republic of China knew the word Meng, they would definitely shout: Meng, Meng is dead.

It can only be said that it doesn't make sense to be handsome, and if you change to an ugly person, you must have a servile appearance.

Cough cough, it's a bit narrow to say so, but there is actually a reason for temperament.

"It's better not to talk to the second master about this matter," Zhang Qishan turned his back, "Everything is up to fate."

This sound is vague, joyful and sad.At this time, it was daytime, and the light in the hallway and corridor was very bright, so bright that all darkness could not hide it.

Back in the room, Wen Yu pressed the button of the lock to ensure that no one else would break in during this period.

Wen Yu leaned her back against the door, staring down at the ground, the sunlight outside the window cast on her face, forming a series of shadows, the boundary line between light and dark, both distinct and integrated.

Her rationality told her that what Buddha did was not wrong, and it was indeed wrong for her to eavesdrop on others.However, he was emotionally lost, and his full of feelings were extinguished by the cold eyes of the Buddha.

The feeling of being ignored before, and the feeling of wanting to forget came to my heart again.But she couldn't cry, not only because her self-esteem didn't allow her to cry, even if there was no one else, but also because it violated the principle she had always insisted on: no blood, no sweat, how can she shed tears?

She blinked dryly, face down, and threw herself on the bed, intending to relieve her worries with a dream.

"Buddha, if you don't tell me about that girl's ins and outs, I feel bad, old man." Qi Tiezui originally planned to leave Zhang's mansion, but because of such a sudden change of mind, Buddha didn't tell him. He won't leave.

"Didn't you claim to be iron-tongued? You can figure it out yourself."

"That's right," Qi Tiezui was about to pinch his fingers, when he suddenly realized, his expression froze, "Buddha, are you kidding me? I don't know that girl's date of birth, and I don't know her palmistry. It’s difficult. And sometimes fortune-telling can only be approximate, such as good or bad luck.”

"Buddha, just talk to Lao Ba." Qi Tiezui grabbed Zhang Qishan's arm and said in a friendly way.

"Ask the adjutant yourself. If he doesn't say anything, just say I asked for it." Zhang Qishan's veins twitched, as if he had nothing to do with his iron mouth.

"Yes, Master Buddha. Then the old man will take his leave first." Seeing that the goal has been achieved, Qi Tiezui clenched his fists, rubbed the soles of his feet with oil, and fled away.

The wind outside the house was whistling, the lights were flickering on and off, it was already late at night when Wen Yu woke up, she stretched out her hand from under the quilt, and lit the lamp beside the bed.The strong light hit Wen Yu's retina all of a sudden, she squinted her eyes reflexively for a while, and it took a long time to adapt to the current brightness.

Wen Yu sat on the bed blankly, her consciousness slowly returning.

She seemed to be sad before, but she didn't know why she wasn't sad at all now, it must be because of the influence of the atmosphere.

As if agreeing with what she said, she nodded heavily.Fortunately, there was no one else here, otherwise Wen Yu's image of a bastard would have made her ashamed.There is no saying that it is all the fault of the moon.

Sad and sad or something, she recovered after sleeping, and then she was a strong Wen Yu again.After all, a small abuse is a pleasure, a big abuse hurts the body, her body is very precious, she has no time to cherish it, how could she be willing to hurt it. (Shizhi: You really love your body! ⊙▽⊙)

Speaking of injuries, she. . .good. . .It's like I didn't eat dinner. I'm sorry Mr. Body. I treated you badly today. I'll go to eat right away.

She hurriedly got up from the bed and twisted the door lock vigorously.

Why can't it be opened, can't it be broken?Wen Yu stamped her feet anxiously.Wait, Wen Yu patted her forehead annoyed, she seemed to be locked up before.

Finally coming out, Wen Yu raised her foot, intending to sneak into the kitchen to pay homage to her five internal organs temple.But she stopped abruptly, because she saw that meals were neatly arranged by the door, and they were all her favorite dishes.

The corridor was quiet, there were still some servants driving back and forth in the past, but today they disappeared completely.Wen Yu picked up the food and went into the bedroom.

Picking up the rice, Wen Yu's touch told Wen Yu that the food was still warm.Wen Yu wept while eating, the old estrangement disappeared without a trace, at this moment she suddenly felt that Master Zhang Dafo was extremely gentle.

Damn it, she actually cried, obviously she didn't cry when she felt wronged.The heat from the food must have condensed on my face and turned into drops of water, it wasn't my tears.

After eating, Wen Yu recalled the information he heard today and planned to summarize it.

Going down to the tomb, robbing the tomb, and the nine gates, these fragments were combined in her mind, and for some reason she suddenly recalled a book "Notes on Tomb Raiders" mentioned by her college roommate. (Shizhi: When my sister traveled through time, this book was not finished yet.)

According to roommate Daomi, the most mysterious part of "Tomb Raiders Notes" is the bronze door, which seems to be able to pass through to the future and know the past and present.But this is just roommate Rice's guess, not true.But my roommate did mention the Nine Gates of Changsha, as if they were the ancestors of the protagonist.

Wait, I really timed into a book! ! !But this book is so real, even the little characters are fleshy, as full as the real world.

In this way, there must be a bronze door here, if I find it, can I go back to modern times, Wen Yu wondered secretly.

No, no, still can't, it seems that finding that door requires a lot of supernatural things, if you don't find the door, it would be bad if you, a scumbag of war, died on the way to find it.

Where can I go to live? Anyway, she has experienced modern life, why not get a taste of the style of this era in the Republic of China, she thought ostrichly.

Buddha study

"Adjutant, has she eaten?"

"Eat, Lord Buddha."

The author has something to say: When I wrote Qi Tiezui, all I could think of was Mingmei's face.But it's hard to write it out.

Mingmei has already appeared on the stage, and the second master has also appeared on the stage by name.

small theater

Eighth Master: It's not fair, why is Second Master treated better than me.

Shizhi: Because the heroine looks like a girl.

Ba Ye: ⊙▽⊙ makes sense, but I am speechless.Mystery theory

small theater completed

The author uses a mobile phone to type, because the typing speed of the computer is 600, which is not as fast as the mobile phone.

Because the authors of Chapter 8 and Chapter 9 made a mistake, they can only replace the content first, and return it correctly tomorrow.

I feel that there are so few people commenting ≥﹏≤, I ask the little angels to comment more, I will reply (*^ω^*).This is motivation, motivation, and there are very diligent daily updates recently! ! !

I originally wanted to post it later, but the author with OCD felt uncomfortable, so I posted it anyway.