Yun Qishen

Chapter 1166 The Book of Strength (4)

(God's perspective)
Mo Langqin's nightmare disappeared, but he did not wake up.

The blue sky and scorching sun came to his mind instead, bringing him back to that hot summer in an instant.

He was originally a peddler who liked to sell things. He had done everything from buying ice cream at the beach to selling spicy hot pot in winter, and his business was also very good.

Although he had all the documents and everything, he still tried to be caught by the urban management to have a cup of tea.

Being arrested and confiscated, being released to return things, these are things that Mo Langqin will inevitably experience every week.

"Don't be conscientious! Don't be conscientious! Does your kid seem to be going in again?"

Suddenly, a voice with an accent came from behind Mo Langqin.

Mo Langqin was still wondering whether he was dreaming or everything he experienced in Gu Ao was just a fantasy, but when he heard such a familiar accent, he knew it clearly.

The current self wearing sandals and buying popsicles on the beach is only dreaming, and the person who approached him is also the person of his dreams.

Because the owner of this voice has died in reality, and is in front of Mo Langqin.

Mo Langqin turned his head to look at the owner with the local accent.

The man was wearing a red vest, black shorts, and flip-flops, with messy hair just covering his eyes.Even the scorching summer heat did not make this man want to cut his hair in the slightest.

But Mo Langqin just looked at that messy hair and was irritable, and this person thought he was serious when he called his name, but every time it sounded like he had no conscience, this was why Mo Langqin was invited to drink every time. One of the reasons for the tea.

"You still have the face to say it! If it weren't for your young master..."

Mo Langqin replied subconsciously, but when he looked directly at the man's face, he couldn't bear to blame him anymore.

"Uh, Mo Liangxin, what's the matter with you petty bourgeoisie? Why are you stammering?"

"I don't have anything to do..."

"Really?"

"Could it be that there are fake ones?"

Mo Langqin's accent was distorted by this person in an instant.

Looking at the face of the person in front of him, Mo Langqin always saw the disaster at that time from time to time, he hinted that he should not recall those terrible memories, he wanted to stay in this comfortable state for a while longer.

Suddenly, Mo Langqin realized something.If he was dreaming, why did he feel so real about the surrounding touch?

"Could it be that the young master has also fallen into the realm of the Book of Power!"

Mo Langqin quickly dropped the ice cream cart and ran towards the sea not far away.

The messy-haired man in the red vest scratched his hair with his hands in doubt.

"What are you doing! Why did you suddenly drop, you don't want popsicles here! Don't be conscientious!"

Immediately afterwards, he saw Mo Langqin plunge into the sea water, and was startled.

"Benevolent life! Come benevolent! Help me!"

When Mo Langqin was rescued from the water, his dialect friend slapped him twice.

Mo Langqin also woke up from the real pain.

Looking at the scenery in front of him and the worried appearance of this dialect friend, Mo Langqin can be regarded as clear about his situation.

"It seems that the young master has really fallen into the illusion of the book of power... use this kind of time to restrain the young master... just use this fool..."

"You petty bourgeois, what are you talking nonsense about! Woke up with kerosene? Are you going to be scared to death, eh? You can't swim and you jumped into the water! You seem to be desperate!"

"Oh, that's not true... Anyway, it's right for the young master to live in the end... Today... what date is it?"

Mo Langqin vaguely remembered that the boy in front of him was hit and killed by a car while delivering food not long after they returned from the beach.

That day was July NO.18.

"Today? Is your petty bourgeois brain soaked in water? No, is your brain soaked in water?"

"What day is it today?"

"July seems like six."

"Tongue straightened!"

"July [-]th! Don't you, petty bourgeoisie, feel embarrassed here!"

July [-]th... There are still two days left.If he prevented this kid from dying, wouldn't he be confined in this book of power?

That black shadow once told Mo Langqin that he could not change what had happened, all people and things were stipulated, and those who violated the regulations would be eliminated.

So that's the case, is he going to ignore this guy and suffer the pain again!
Mo Langqin clenched his fist and smashed it hard into the sand.

"Uh, it looks like you still have to take care of your popsicle cart...you're going to be snatched up by the brat..."

Mo Langqin immediately discarded the mixed feelings in his heart, he sat up straight, then stood up neatly and ran to his ice cream truck.

"Hey! You kids! Let the parents come over and pay the young master!"

Mo Langqin's dialect friend looked at Mo Langqin's back and smiled slightly.

"You petty bourgeois still love money so much..."

After driving the children away, Mo Langqin greeted the dialect friend, "Miscellaneous hair! You came to help the young master!"

"Come on!"

As soon as Miscellaneous Mao ran towards Mo Langqin, the soles of his feet slipped and he was thrown directly into the sand.

"Miscellaneous hair, are you alright!"

"Uh, it's okay! I just caught a small crab with my mouth!"

"..."

Mo Langqin couldn't understand whether the feeling in his heart was joy or sadness.

Some things have started to be different. At that time, nothing happened on this beach. They were only concentrating on buying popsicles and nothing happened.

In this way, Mo Langqin spent another two days in the fantasy realm of the Book of Power.

The arrival of July [-]th made Mo Langqin very uneasy. He watched Zamao leave the rental room and began to fidget, fearing that the news of Zamao's death would come from his cell phone being rang.

At [-]:[-] noon on July [-], at the intersection of Dongdaokou and Xiaoli Road, an out-of-control truck crashed into a pizza shop. The truck driver died suddenly from exhaustion, and a delivery boy was also involved.

This takeaway guy was Za Mao. Mo Langqin didn't believe it when he heard the news, but after he was called to the hospital and saw Za Mao's horrible appearance, he was in a bad mood.

It was this day that changed some of Mo Langqin's ideas about making money.

But after one o'clock in the afternoon, Mo Langqin didn't receive any calls.

"This is how the same thing……"

Mo Langqin was puzzled, and he wanted to know exactly what happened.

In the end, he pushed open the door of the rental house and wanted to go to the street to have a look.

But just after Mo Langqin pushed open the door, he saw the miscellaneous hair squatting outside.

How is this going……

"Miss why didn't you deliver food..."

Miscellaneous Mao raised his head and looked at Mo Langqin through the messy head curtain, "Mo Liangxin, uh, I don't want to die yet. Uh, I thought about it a lot, but in the end I still didn't dare to leave... I'm sorry."

(End of this chapter)