time travel sweet

Zhang Jia found that he was always losing things recently, and the lost things were all small things, such as hair bands, belts and other insignificant things.

He didn't pay much attention at first, until he lost his ruby-studded forehead and finally got angry.

No matter how small things are, they are all bought with money (▼皮▼#) Who can bear to lose them like this all day long? ! ? !

So he angrily went to Guan Ju and told him about the things he kept throwing away these days.

"Someone in this inn must be watching us! Seeing that we are rich and don't care about these things, we are so unscrupulous!" Zhang Jia patted the table very impassionedly.

Guan Ju looked at Zhang Jia's excited look with amused expression, "It's just some small things, why are you so angry?"

"What are some small objects?!" Zhang Jia stared at a young master who was holding a golden spoon in his mouth since he was a child, "Do you know how much these small objects are worth? Three years for new, three years for old, three years for sewing and mending! Freezing Three feet is not a day's cold! You evil bourgeois don't understand anything!"

Guan Ju was completely defeated by this set of remarks about the successor of socialism, "Okay, okay, I'll order someone to investigate, and if someone is caught, they will be beaten [-] times, how about it?"

"Fifty!"

"Okay," Guan Ju smiled tolerantly, "Fifty."

"Then don't forget!" Zhang Jia glared at Guan Ju, afraid that Guan Ju was just talking to him.

"No." Guan Ju clasped his fingers on the table, and a figure appeared behind him.

"Order someone to investigate what my husband said just now."

"Yes." The man nodded in acceptance, turned around and jumped onto the beam and disappeared.

"Don't worry?" Guan Ju looked at Zhang Jia and said with a smile.

"That's about the same." Zhang Jia stood up, sat in Guan Ju's arms, buried her head in his chest, and said in a muffled voice, "I lost the forehead wipe you gave me."

Guan Ju was taken aback for a moment, then lightly patted Zhang Jia on the back, "I'll make you the same one."

The forehead wipe was made by Guan Ju on Zhang Jia's birthday, stitch by stitch.

At night, the secret guards sent by Guanju got news.

Zhang Jia's things were all stolen by a waiter in the shop and bought to a mysterious person.

"The whereabouts are mysterious?" Guan Ju looked up at the hidden guard, "You can't follow?"

The dark guard shook his head,

What he sent out was the hidden guard with the strongest lightness skill in the Wumingmen, if he couldn't track him down, it meant that this person had an unusual background.

Guan Ju frowned, "I see, you go down."

Lou Mansion.

Lou Shu sat at the table, looking at the ledger in front of him in a trance.

The ledger was organized very neatly, and the handwriting on it was neat and elegant, very resembling Yan Qing's style.

This man has always been clean, and he ruined him.

Lou Shu's heart has been numb from self-blame and pain.A person appeared out of nowhere in front of him and he didn't respond.

"You released the sprite rabbit?" The man was still wearing a mask, "Why?"

"There's no reason. You said that after this mission is completed, you won't take care of my business anymore." Lou Shu's fingers lightly stroked the words written by the man, his face calm.

"They have already suspected you now." The man spoke again.

"I know. They have suspected me for a long time." Lou wrote still expressionless.

He should have guessed it a long time ago. How could a demon who kills without blinking an eye have mercy and protect him well?

In the end, it was all me, the person who put himself on the top of my heart step by step with selfishness and self-righteous luck, pushed down the abyss, and it was beyond redemption.

Lou Shu closed his eyes in pain, "You kill me."

The man was silent for a long time before speaking, "I didn't expect him to commit suicide."

Lou Shu stood up abruptly, and threw the tea cup at the man's feet, and the flying debris scratched the back of the man's hand.

"I didn't expect that?! Then why do you say you're taking good care of him!" Lou Shu held the table with trembling hands and panted violently.

"He's dead." The man raised his lifeless eyes like a dead person, as if he was looking at Lou Shu, or at someone else, "You help me practice the soul-changing technique, and I'll help you revive him .”

Lou Shu swallowed hard, "Why should I help you?"

"Don't you miss him?" The man lowered his tone. "He died for this plan. If this plan fails, his death will be meaningless."

Lou Shu lowered his head and looked at the ledger on the table. He had just splashed some tea on it, and the "Temple Incense Twelve Taels" on the far side had already been spent.

Lou Shu suddenly smiled, "Okay, I promise you."

Now that you're dead, it's useless to keep my kindness.