He Xichen [Quick Transmigration]

Mountains and rivers are shattered, smoke is everywhere, and people are devastated.

The world is equal to the world, and the monster is equal to the monster!

"East monsters are deliberately provoking and offending China. There is a full-scale war in the world, how can we fight timidly and stand by?"

Except for the four spirits of the sky who pledged themselves to the country and guarded the four directions——Canglong, Baihu, Suzaku, and Xuanwu, half of the other immortals, demons, gods and demons disappeared, staying away from the battlefield to hide from the world;

Erpo with mottled hair had gray threads wrapped around her skinny hands: "Master Liu, it's okay to say."

"Fellow comrades, to protect your home and country, guard our country's borders, is it permissible to kill?"

Bald donkey and Niubi both said a word of mourning, and their eyes instantly showed murderous intent: "Yes!"

This is a dilapidated teahouse in Shanghai. In July, it is extremely hot, and the door is closed to thank customers.Inside the closed door, the three sects and nine currents gathered together to discuss the unknown undercurrents.

The boss served coarse tea to everyone, twirled his three-inch beard and muttered: "All those useless people in my family have solved their spells and joined the army. I am left as an old man with no strength in my hands. Raising little mice all day is cheap now." you."

"... At least in terms of sending letters, it is always faster than telegrams."

The Sanxian in Qianxiu Mountain shouldered the dust, cupped his hands and said: "Don't worry, my brother, if you don't take the heads of the enemy's so-called 800 million gods, it won't be enough to vent my hatred." He is 230 years old and has compassion, but now he only wants Manufacturing.

Erpo stroked the ball of thread on her wrist, and smiled with her soft lips, revealing four ragged teeth: "Ha! The old man's "Send Ghosts into the Field" has reached perfection, so let them try it out, you guys Say it or not? "

The exorcist who was covered in rotten corpses took a puff of dry cigarette, took out the soul-destroying bell on his waist and rang it: "Yes, why not? I also open meat for my children." Eighteen zombies wearing scholar's long gowns stood out. Appearing behind him, the joints are flexible, and the complexion is as usual, but the hats are worn on the head to block the sun.

"Old talisman, your young master..."

The corpse driver knocked the tobacco stick on the ground nonchalantly, and said lightly, "I don't know how long to live. I heard that we are going to fight, so I turned myself into a zombie."

In the treacherous last century, no one can survive alone.The Bodhisattva carried the gun and the old man carried the sword, and fled out of Buddhism one after another, and came out of the mountain to save the world.Mr. Baoheng often wipes the bright seedling knife slowly with the help of a flickering light amidst the sound of gunfire.

Everyone's eyes were red, the stinky blood of the monsters fell into the soil, and not a blade of grass grew.Less than a dozen miles away, the same tragic human battlefield was filled with blood and exposed corpses in the wilderness.No matter if it is an auspicious beast on the ridge or a larvae in the shallow water, after being exposed to swords, swords, bullets and bullets, there will only be a grave of bones when they die.

Mr. Baoheng really wanted to die at that time.He doesn't have the tenacity of Liu Ning, nor is he Bai Shu and Ah Shao, who are born with a kind heart to help the world and save others.He hates losing, hates war, and hates the death of his relatives and friends, but he can't do anything about it.

Lao He, weasel!I'll go to your uncle!You died early and passed away early, so I have to watch your grave for you!Tell me, if you are accidentally pushed out of the grave by any wild boar, if you are bullied by the little ghosts from Dongying, how sad Ah Ka will be...

Hearing the unswerving "forward!" Hearing this, Mr. Baoheng subconsciously pulled out the long knife hanging from his waist, but it was in vain.He couldn't help being stunned, his eyes fell on the Daoist He who was as bright as the sun and the moon, as if he was far away from the world.

The village in the city is brightly lit, but it is separated from the dark alley by an insurmountable maze.The sounds in the Lost Formation cannot be heard by mortals, and naturally, mortals cannot easily enter here.The street lights were dim, and the Taoist priest, Yasha, Xingxian, twin witches, and the female high school student squatting obediently beside him with a small speaker were shrouded in mist.

If the background music is not the impassioned national anthem, it is indeed a bizarre and beautiful scene.

Hey, did he really come back to life?I, I protected him...haha, thanks to me!

Jun Baoheng looked at He Xichen like this, with a lingering smile and a tender look on his face.When he was indulging in the Chu Yao Pavilion, he used to coax the beautiful girls with such a gesture, but this time he did not pretend to be frivolous, his eyes flashed across the peach blossom trees in the Five Immortals Xiaozhu and the plum wine in the Hushan Ancient Temple.

"What are you doing so stupid again?" A ghostly voice rang out behind his ear, Bao Heng-jun was shocked suddenly, his silly smile froze on his face, and gradually transformed into a look of astonishment and horror.

The visitor was dressed in a black Chinese tunic suit with a stand-up collar, embroidered with dark patterns of green pythons, three thousand white hair over snow, a haughty face, a long sword in a black scabbard in his hand, sharp eyes, like a bayonet soaked in snow, and his whole body looked like a gangster.Now the boss is talking to the younger brother who can't support the wall, the younger brother is trembling and just wants to kneel down for him.

"Ning, Brother Ning." Mr. Baoheng cast a glance at He Xichen who knew nothing not far away, feeling guilty for no reason.Liu Ning frowned unhappily, and followed his dark gaze: "Is there anything weird about the little Taoist priest?"

As the glorious and great national anthem came to an end, a golden light shone from Yasha's lower abdomen, Lan Di's face seemed to have faded pale, and cold sweat began to flow.She no longer had the strength to toss around, leaning against He Xichen's arms, she was only gasping for breath, and gritted her teeth in pain, trying to bite his throat, it seemed that she really hated him as a thorn in her side.

"You were born with the will to eat people, but luckily you didn't make a big mistake." He Xichen sighed in a low voice, and wiped off the dirt on Yasha girl's face with his sleeve, "Little girl, why can't you think about it, you still want to eat Dragon Balls people?"

Mr. Baoheng couldn't hear what he said, but he wanted to slap himself in the face.After He Xichen died that year, Liu Ning did not go down to the lakes and mountains for three months, and did not see the Five Immortals Xiaozhu for three months, and poured a glass of wine in front of the grave after three months, and the past and the past were all in vain.He seemed relieved, and continued to scoop spring water to make wine and pick autumn frost to make tea.

Plain, unhurried.

……

God damn weasel!How did these two words appear on Liu Ning?He's a gang boss!Reign of terror, brutality, cruelty, whatever derogatory term you put on it is more appropriate than the so-called indifference!

"Brother Ning—" Jun Baoheng's voice choked up for no reason, "Brother Ning, he's not weird."

"He's back, he... Lao He, he's back home."

The crying expression must be ugly.The last time Mr. Baoheng cried like this was when He Xichen died of drunkenness in the snow; now that they meet again, he dare not cry openly.Afraid of tears, the weasel got bored and slipped away without saying hello without leaving any traces.

"Nonsense." Liu Ning's breathing became disordered for three breaths, and he couldn't help but glance at the little Taoist priest under the street lamp.

The twilight-like street lamp illuminated the body of Yasha girl into a transparent deep sea, and golden light burst out faintly under the calm sea surface.The fingertips of the thin Taoist priest covered with Taoist robes ooze a little bright red, and frankly draw mysterious incantations on her blue belly to restrain the ferocity of Dragon Ball.

Why delve into the fact that someone has similar eyebrows and eyes?Why look for his shadow in vain?Liu Ning has long recognized this fact.As it was, there was nothing to worry about.Sooner or later, they too will lie in their graves.He Xichen was just earlier, more abrupt, and more sad.

"He's dead, Baoheng." Liu Ning repeated this sentence in a cold voice.I have repeated it too many times for hundreds of years, and I have gradually convinced myself.

Suddenly hearing three exclamations, Meng Shiyi and the Fu brothers and sisters looked up like three yellow-bellied tits who had never seen the world before.I saw dragon balls hanging above everyone's heads, and the majestic golden light drove away the sticky heat of the night.

He Xichen's whole body was exhausted by the spell, his right hand was hanging limply, trembling convulsively, his heart was full of sighs and regrets.In the past, Zhuang Buzhou's area of ​​ambush and kill demons was three thousand miles away, how magnificent and vast it was.They are also dragons, one turned their hands into clouds and turned their hands into rain, and the other was reduced to being swallowed by sea monsters.

But no matter how downcast it is, that is also the dragon from Yixinglu and Dinghu Lake!

The primordial spirit dissipated, the flesh body rotted, and the ordinary spirits had long been wiped out, so the dragon god could still desperately seal the soul in the dragon ball.The Sifang Bureau successively welcomed back the dormant seniors from the mountains, rivers, rivers, and clouds, but in the age of the Dharma, the chances of recovery were too slim.Today, some brilliance is dying, and some are dying.

"I don't want to hear your crazy talk anymore. The Sifang Bureau will give credit to that little Taoist priest. You put away the dragon balls and follow up as soon as possible." Liu Ning retracted his gaze restrainedly, gave an order to Mr. Baoheng coldly, and turned around. As he was about to leave, he heard three more shrill screams.

The dragon ball that was hanging half breathed suddenly turned into a phantom in the shape of a dragon, and rushed into He Xichen's Tanzhong acupoint with lightning speed.He Xichen was caught off guard, and his body fell lightly backwards. The noble and handsome figure of the dragon girl in black clothes was reflected on the vast retina, and it all dispersed into clouds after a while.

"Huai Suzi... Huai Suzi..."

He sank in the sea, calling brightly on the untouchable shore, from far to near, his voice was overshadowed by the rumbling waves.

He cannot see light, hear sound, or touch objects.

[It's called Yi, it's called Xi, it's called Wei. 】

[The shape of nothing, the image of nothing. 】

[To be able to know the beginning of ancient times is called Dao Ji. 】

"Old He! Old He!!"

Baoheng Jun screamed desolately and anxiously as if someone had stepped on his tail, He Xichen blinked his eyes in a daze, his left hand was grasped by Jiaojiao, and his right hand was a useless fox.The three children stood around in fear, and the Yasha girl on the ground was unconscious.

"Dragon... horn..."

There is no head and no tail, I don’t know what it means, but Mr. Baoheng understood it instantly, and covered his forehead with a cold hand: "No horns, and no weasel, don't worry, don't worry! Don't be afraid, I will take you to find Epo have a look."

Jiaojiao carefully examined the pulse and knew that his internal energy was only diffused, so he was relieved, tears welled up in his eyes, and cried and cursed: "The Dragon King also doesn't like you."

"It's the Dragon Girl." He Xichen corrected the mistake solemnly.

Suddenly his neck felt cold, someone touched the back of his neck and pinched the bone slightly, as if cautiously testing something.He Xichen instantly raised his head from the top of the sky to the tailbone in a daze, just facing a pair of deserted vertical pupils.

Finished calf.

He suddenly woke up, and found that he was still leaning on Liu Daxian's shoulder, jumping up immediately, holding Jiaojiao's hand in fright, trying to escape for his life.

Unable to let him hide, Liu Ning broke through the wind with a long sword in his hand, and the scabbard was nailed to the brick wall, only an arm's length away from He Xichen.He looked down at Daoist He who was smiling, and the distance between them was only an arm's length away.

"Do I allow you to go?"

The gang boss is worthy of being a gang boss, and he has a set of ways to threaten people.He Xichen couldn't beat him, and he didn't dare to fool him, so he slammed his eyes at Bao Hengjun bitterly.Baoheng-Jun is more cowardly than him, looking at the sky and the earth but not looking at his eyes asking for help.

Liu Ning looked stern, unmoved, drew his sword half an inch out of its sheath, and laid it across in front of He Xichen.At this moment, the simple and unpretentious apricot blossom branch suddenly reached Liu Ning's neck, with sharp eyebrows and sharp eyes, as if a disagreement would kill someone.

No, it's not easy to meet old friends, so why are they so tense?He Xichen hesitated to speak, feeling that he was involved in some inexplicable grievances and grievances from the supernatural dungeon.

Meng Shiyi and Fu Ling felt that they were just small shrimps, and they dared not go up to try to persuade them to fight.From Jiaojiao's words and deeds, Fu Tu roughly infers the fact that He Xichen is Huai Suzi, and is even more happy to watch the show.Three yellow-bellied tits stand in a row, watching the tense situation energetically.

"...If you have something to say, say it well, if you have something to say, say it well." He Xichen finally opened his mouth with difficulty.

Liu Ning sneered coldly: "A mere apricot monster, dare to meddle in my business?"

"I don't care about my own business, I only care about Huai Suzi's business." Jiaojiao said nothing.

Well, depending on the posture, there is no way to end it unless you fight to the death.In a real fight, how could Jiaojiao be the enemy of Liu Ning's three moves?He Xichen sighed with a headache, and gently stopped Xinghuazhi back, persuading him: "Good girl, let me talk to Brother Ning."

Jiaojiao froze for a moment, and withdrew his sword in despondency.

"In the evening, I will add fried eggs and ham to the instant noodles."

"Another tin of lemon tea."

Jiaojiao... Jiaojiao was contented without backbone, and turned into a wisp of white smoke and escaped into the branch of apricot blossom.

He Xichen is very familiar with coaxing the little girl, and he has also put away the panic that was imminent before the catastrophe, and he has a leisurely composure: "Brother Ning, what do you want to tell me?"

The second time Liu Ning heard that he was called Brother Ning, his heart was weird and subtle, his face became even colder, and he pulled out the sword half an inch, the bright silver light was like the frost in a treasure box.

He had many questions, but at the moment he couldn't ask any of them.In the final analysis, whether this person is a weasel or not.He was in a daze at the time, and was momentarily bewitched by Lord Baoheng's swear words, so he rushed over to catch the little Taoist priest regardless of face.

"Hey." He Xichen couldn't see Liu Ning lingering.

This snake hid in the ancient temple of Hushan, and listened to the old monk chanting scriptures all day long, but he didn't say anything magnanimous and benevolent.He was pulled into the mortal world by He Xichen, and the tea, wine and medicine gave him a little human touch.Even so, he still does not change his defiant disposition.

"Are you embarrassed to ask, or are you afraid to ask?" He Xichen raised his eyebrows, folded his hands into his sleeves, leaned against the wall and let out a sigh of relief, "Let me think about it—"

They met for the first time on the hillside of Hushan Ancient Temple.He Xichen fell into his wine cellar by accident, and was so happy that he almost couldn't find the north. Before he could count how many wines there were, Liu Ning appeared at the entrance of the cave.The two fought from [-]:[-] noon to [-] o'clock in the first month of the month. They didn't know each other, and finally hooked up and went to "Bie Zhi in the Bright Moon" to heal their injuries.

"Xiaobai spends all day in the pharmacy. Once, the alchemy fryer blew the roof upside down. Ah Kao likes Liuchunzhai's sweet-scented osmanthus cakes the most. When they got married, you emptied all the sweet-scented osmanthus cakes from Liuchunzhai. As for you, haha——" He Xichen suddenly laughed narrowly, Liu Ning frowned, and then he continued, "——you have been tempted by the daughter of a Wang family by the stream, ah, it’s really tea Thinking about rice and not thinking about it, I just talk about the peach blossoms in the half-closed chaimen."

"Why haven't I heard from Brother Ning?!" Bao Heng-jun shrank aside and yelled dissatisfied.

"You bastard!" Liu Ning became furious, and he didn't know who he was scolding.

He Xichen was not afraid, the old god half-closed his eyes: "What doubts?"

Liu Ning paused, put down the black scabbard long sword, not knowing whether he was agitated or moved: "I didn't expect that after drinking "Buddha does not save you", the Buddha really does not want to save you. "

"Just two cups." One cup for sworn brotherhood, one cup before death.

Liu Ning was silent for a while, counted with his fingers, and slowly raised his eyes: "You owe me 790, 610, 1000 and 66 taels, and the odds will be wiped off with interest, so you can make up a whole [-] taels." The creditor finally caught the shameless weasel , Immediately jingled the small abacus, "Converted into RMB, no more, no less, [-]."

"..." The Taoist priest of the poor ghost changed his face when he heard the words, his eyes widened, and he said righteously, "Who are you, I don't know you!"

Liu Ning held him by the back of the neck viciously: "I didn't know him until you knew him!" He couldn't hide his joyful expression, the cold blood flowing in his veins even warmed up, but suddenly the sound transmission of the secretary of the sub-bureau committee sounded in his mind.

But for a moment, his face became darker than that of an evil ghost, and he threw the little Taoist priest in his hand onto Mr. Baoheng: "Look at him!" After speaking, he quickly disappeared on the spot.

"It should be someone from the Supervisory Committee." Mr. Baoheng said tiredly after estimating the day, "Last time, a centipede with short eyes came, and Brother Ning had eight legs crippled on the spot. This year, the superior should send someone Idiot, Brother Ning doesn't need to do anything, I'll throw him into the Yellow River first."

Anyway, Liu Ning couldn't suffer, He Xichen narrowly escaped death, and his heart fluttering finally fell to the ground.He weakly draped Mr. Baoheng's shoulders, just wanting to go home to eat and sleep.

Meng Shiyi pushes the bicycle obediently. The more she looks at it, the more she feels that the little Taoist priest who sees the road is uneven and pulls out apricot blossoms to help others is absolutely not an ordinary magic stick.Think about this ordinary night when you go home after making up lessons, Yasha, Fox, Green Snake and Dragon Ball suddenly appear, it is even more lively than Shan Hai Jing.

He Xichen couldn't help but be stared at by Meng Shiyi's bright eyes, sighed and pushed Baoheng Jun's nagging fox face away: "Do you want to be a teacher? The kind of preaching, receiving karma to solve doubts, subduing demons and exorcising ghosts."

……What? ?Meng Shiyi choked on his own saliva, coughing so hard.

"How many catties and taels do you have, how dare you be someone's master?" Fu Tu sneered coldly when he caught a chance.

"1000 taels, absolutely no deceit!" He Xichen had a mountain of debts, and took the opportunity to advertise himself, "Fifty to measure the word and seventy to divination, young man, do you want to have a divination?"

Fu Tu just wanted to feed him Gu worms, but Fu Ling ran out excitedly: "Senior Huai Suzi, you haven't been online for several days, and everyone in the vicious dog group is very worried." She is older than He Xichen's shell How old are they, but they are all juicy when standing together, like cabbage just dug out of the field.

The vicious dog group is not an evil organization, its full name is [There are vicious dogs inside, no one should enter], and young monks affectionately call it the vicious dog group.The name of Xiaobaicai "Huai Suzi" is very prestigious among his peers. After all, among the 270 members of the vicious dog group, [-] doctors and graduate students relied on him for their help and selfless sharing of theoretical research and practical experience. Was cruelly delayed by the ancestors.

"Senior Huai Suzi, I want to write "On the Guiding Significance of Marxism to the Prospects for the Improvement of the Six Supernatural Powers of Buddhism" in my graduate thesis." Fu Ling shyly pinned the broken hair on the side of her face behind her ears, with a look on her face. Seeing the little daughter's posture, Fu Tu's stomach ached.

His feud with He Xichen was also due to disagreement in academic views.From the peaceful academic discussion to the end, the withdrawn Fu Tu has unilaterally regarded him as an old enemy, and he will never stop dying.

The topic suddenly became unfathomable.Mr. Baoheng didn't realize it, but Meng Shiyi breathed a sigh of relief. She hadn't recovered from He Xichen's sudden acceptance of his disciples when she suddenly saw a well-dressed man in his twenties walking towards the end of the street. He carried a black umbrella upside down, looking gloomy and cold.

"Ghost, ghost..." Meng Shiyi trembled so much that her words were trembling. She grabbed He Xichen's clothes, and the Fu family brothers and sisters who were two or three steps away were already yelling in panic, "Grandpa!"

Grandpa...?From the looks, I thought it was your brother.Meng Shiyi gave up investigating further.

"Fu Sheng, come to pick up your child?" Mr. Bao Heng rolled his eyes at the two well-behaved children like quails, "If Fu Tu commits another crime, I will depose him."

The man named Fu Sheng smiled gently: "It's a time of great prosperity, and it's useless to learn those things. If he makes mistakes again and again, I will punish my offspring without trouble." He rubbed the symbol Ling Ling's head gave Fu Tu a sickly look, and he backed away to the corner in fright.

"Okay, okay, let's go! The smell of rotting corpses on your body is too strong!" Mr. Bao Heng pinched the fox's nose, "By the way, I will take Yasha back to do business, and treat you to dinner another day."

Fu Sheng smiled kindly, his pale face was strangely cold.

During the war decades ago, the crazy fox embraced Mr. Heng, laughed wildly, and slaughtered monsters. No one dared to take half a step closer.Fortunately, Haiyan Heqing, he also gradually recovered his sanity, and he was able to invite his comrades in arms to dinner.Fu Sheng was quite relieved, but it was just as light as mist, like a dry well.

After all, he is not really a living person, he has been dead for a long time.

"The "Ghost Land Yin Fire Talisman" may be able to relieve your Shen Ke for a while. "He Xichen suddenly pulled out two black symbols from his sleeve, "Take care, sir. "He has a rough understanding of the deeds of the Fu family, and if he can help the young and old of the Fu family, he will help him.

Fu Sheng paused for a moment, and reached out to take the talisman: "Thank you." His dark nails were full of corpse poison, in stark contrast to his delicate and elegant appearance.

"This child is not simple." The Minister of Supervision made the above decision calmly.

"Can my weasel be simple?!" Mr. Bao Heng raised the tail of the fox.

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"...Why the hell are you here?!" Jun Baoheng turned his head abruptly.

Lu Yan, who was forced to work overtime after get off work, couldn't be happier, so he glanced at him slightly irritatedly: "Master Liu told me to keep an eye on this Taoist priest." The implication was "If you are useful, you need me to help you?" .

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The five-star red flag on the handlebars fluttered in the wind, and the schoolbag full of test papers was put into the basket of the car. Meng Shiyi pushed the bicycle, and three people guarded the law, and sent her home.The delivery guy from Meituan moved snake-skinned again, whizzed by, glanced twice as he passed them, and almost collided with a trash can.

Meng Shiyi, who was as quiet as a chicken, secretly glanced at He Xichen's Taoist robe, trying to pluck up the courage to ask if he was joking about accepting disciples and apprentices, but he failed, and his outstretched claws retracted cautiously.

"I live in 404 on the fourth floor for the time being." He Xichen suddenly stopped, pointed to an apartment building and said, "If you have any trouble, come here to find me." He made a cell phone number talisman in the same way, and handed it to her. "Your little stereo is the most powerful magic weapon. You must believe in science, the country and the party. If you are interested, you can take the civil servant examination in the Sifang Bureau after graduating from university."

Meng Shiyi stared blankly at his residence, and after double-checking, he stammered: "I, I live in 303."

The landlord's family lives in 303.No wonder what wakes him up every morning is not the money-making plan of the poor ghost, but the upright and awe-inspiring "My Chinese Heart"!

He Xichen suddenly realized, and immediately said earnestly: "I'm really just a fortune teller, and I won't consecrate the demon mirror."

Meng Shiyi had a headache and wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in.She knows her two incomprehensible parents best, and she must be pestering the Taoist priest to ask her for amulets, mahogany swords and other self-defense tools to exorcise ghosts.

"I will definitely explain it to them..."

He Xichen nodded with deep satisfaction, turned around and said to Baoheng Jun who was following suit, "Ask Xiaobai and Ah Shao to come over for dinner. You have to come when you are full."

What could be called an unreasonable and willful request instantly made Mr. Baoheng smile, he stepped on the shadow and ran after him and bumped him on the shoulder: "No problem!"

He Xichen gave him a funny look, and then gently asked the supervisor for his opinion: "What do you want to eat?"

The depressed Lu Yan flashed his eyes, and refused indifferently: "No need." Of course he recognized He Xichen as the strange Taoist priest from Shidi Clubhouse, but now it was off-duty time, and he didn't want to add work burden to himself.

"Well, then tomato egg noodle soup, fried eggs, ham, fried loofah and fried pork." He Xichen set the menu by himself, took the little girl upstairs after turning a corner, and went to the supermarket downstairs to buy vegetables.

There are not many people at this time, but they are like a strange combination of thin snow on the eaves, black bamboo in the deep mountains, and begonias in the well, conspicuous and at ease.The little girl in the snack area sneaked a few glances, and even wanted to strike up a conversation.But when Lu Yan stood there with a sense of distance that no one should get close to, no brave man dared to step forward.

Thanks to the fact that He Xichen had plowed the fields and planted vegetables when he was a monk in Kuchan Temple, otherwise his eyes would be blackened and he would just buy two Chinese cabbages and go home.The three picked and picked and decided quickly. When checking out, three QR codes were stamped in front of the cashier, refusing to give in to each other.

The lights in the apartment building are very bright, and ghost-exorcism charms and demon mirrors are hung in front of every door.The room He Xichen rented had only one bed, and it was tidy.On the window sill, there are Phnom Penh sansevieria and hexagonal plums that are easy to feed, and there is an unfinished "One Hundred Years of Solitude" on the single desk.

Mr. Baoheng was very sad.He has money, and now he only wants to spend money for He Xichen.

"Thank you for your kindness." He Xichen ruthlessly refused, and poured him a glass of the fruit orange he had just bought.

The small kitchen is separated by a partition. In the small space, there is a washbasin on the left and a gas stove on the right. There is no oil stain.Lu Yan picked and washed vegetables neatly, set up a chopping board on the sink, and performed a beautiful hob cut.

He Xichen applauded in admiration, turned on the fire, poured oil, and fried eggs.

Mr. Baoheng, who had been squeezed out, drank the orange juice eagerly, with resentful eyes.Hundreds of years ago, he often studied recipes and had excellent cooking skills.Later, I ordered takeaway every day, and I couldn't even flip the spoon.Bored, he flipped through He Xichen's book, and suddenly asked, "When did Miss Jiaojiao know my old He?"

Jiaojiao didn't want to pay attention to him, but unexpectedly he came to the door.After carefully watering the withered star anise, she turned around and said, "Huai Suzi is kind to me."

Mr. Baoheng raised his eyebrows, suppressed his sense of crisis and continued to confront each other: "To repay your kindness, just buy a pot of wine for Lao He."

"A pot of wine can't clear up the grace of saving lives." Against the backdrop of the distant night, the bright willow eyebrows were sharper than a lancet.

"No matter how much it is, it will be procrastinated."

"Huai Suzi doesn't think I'm procrastinating."

Without changing their faces, the two looked at each other with a smile, and at the same time, they looked away, scolding He Xichen in their hearts - for causing you so much trouble!

The doorbell jingled and sang, like a wind chime swinging for a friend who came from afar.The sound of the door opening and closing fell into He Xichen's ears through the white mist of boiling water, like two stones breaking a gurgling stream.

"Second Brother!" The choked little mouse tremblingly wrapped his arms around his waist from the back as if walking on thin ice, and began to cry.

The hair dyed wine red was messy and tangled, and one of the ruby ​​earrings was missing, but she didn't care.This poor little mouse only cares about daydreaming, which has a one-in-a-million chance of coming true.

He Xichen's heart suddenly felt sore, as if a dragon ball was stuck between the valves, every beat was extremely laborious.He held the spatula, and tried to touch her hair with the other hand helplessly, but he was covered in oily smoke, so he didn't move after all.

"Long time no see, I miss you very much."

"Ah, let me take a closer look at you."

Bai Lizi cried even harder, and the dirty little mouse hiccupped, with snot and tears streaming down his face.

Bai Shu looked at the young Taoist priest who was in a hurry to comfort her, and couldn't help but her eyes were red: "Second brother."

Although I changed my appearance, it doesn't matter, it's good to be back, it's good to be back.

The author has something to say: Volume [-] of "Sanfu Huangtu": "Canglong, Baihu, Suzaku, Xuanwu, the four spirits of the sky, to straighten the four directions."

Move the fire to Xinglu, rise to the clouds and leave Dinghu. ——"Dragon" Li Qiao

"Fire" is the brightest among the seven stars of the Canglong. "Yi Xing Lu" dragon swims in the sky with fire. "Out of the Ding Lake", it is said that the Yellow Emperor cast a tripod at the foot of Jingshan Mountain. After the tripod was completed, a black dragon greeted the Yellow Emperor and ascended to heaven.

Those who turn a blind eye and do not see it are called Yi; those who listen but do not hear it are called Xi; —— "Tao Te Ching"

The shape of nothing, the image of nothing. —— "Tao Te Ching"

Being able to know the beginning of ancient times is called Dao Ji. —— "Tao Te Ching"

The six supernatural powers of Buddhism are his heart, celestial eyes, celestial ears, divine feet, fate, and omissions.

Brother Ning, a man who makes eight hundred heads bald.

The next chapter should be over!There should be no extras _(:з」∠)_