Records of Beating Workers Forced to Save the World

"It's dangerous here, I'll protect you."

At this time, there was chaos on the stage, and even if it was not a real fight, accidental injuries would inevitably occur.

Ji Mingzhao hid behind Qingxi without thinking.

This plot is either going to go or not. Xue Wen looked left and right. Seeing that the plot was already in a mess, he simply made it a little more chaotic. After thinking about it, he stepped forward and grabbed Ji Ming. Zhao's wrist: "Ming Zhao."

No one opened their mouths on the stage, but there was a voice. It was the groom who had disappeared before. The old lady's eyes suddenly lit up. This plot had never been heard before, and she sat up straighter.

There were whispers from the audience that Xue Wen had disappeared strangely, but now everyone had no cultivation, and no monk wanted to use their little cultivation to find out. They just thought that he had used a concealment talisman to hide himself. shape.

"Who wrote this?" A monk in the audience asked the monk next to him.

"I don't know." The monk had never seen such a strange play. "What is being performed here..."

On the other side of the audience seat, Xu Hui and Xiao Shiquan were sitting together. Xu Hui couldn't bear to look directly at Zhou Jingzhi on the stage and didn't dare to look at it for a second, but Xiao Shiquan on the other side was staring at the monks on the stage very much. serious.

Xu Hui hinted at Xiao Shiquan several times, but Xiao Shiquan couldn't take his eyes away. In the end, he couldn't hold it back and told Xiao Shiquan clearly: "Don't watch your elders make a fool of themselves."

Xiao Shiquan shook his head: "The old lady in front... I think I have seen her before."

"When?" Xu Hui immediately sat up straight.

"It must have been hundreds of years ago... Before my sister got married, the mother of a high-ranking official in Lang City was seriously ill. To celebrate her birthday, all the people in the city came to the house to watch a play... I was only a teenager at the time, and I took my sister with me Went together."

"Then the old lady..." Xu Hui looked at the old lady sitting in the front with some disbelief.

Xiao Shiquan shook his head with some regret: "It was so long ago that I can't remember clearly."

The performance on stage continued, and the plot became even more uncontrollable.

"...Xue Lang, where are you?" Ji Mingzhao gritted his teeth, pretending not to see Xue Wen, and looked around, scratching at his sides from time to time. He wanted to perform anxiously, but he looked very crazy.

Xue Wen couldn't hear the sound of Xue Lang, and didn't dare to look at Ji Mingzhao: "I'm going to leave now..."

Xue Wen originally wanted to end this farce and treat this scene as the final act, but when he saw the old lady in the audience sinking her face, she quickly changed her mind: "But I can come back again."

The face of the old lady in the audience temporarily softened, but she continued to watch with great interest.

Ji Mingzhao was stunned and asked quickly: "How can you come back?"

Ji Mingzhao threw the question back to Xue Wen, and Xue Wen's brain was racing: "As long as you hold my hand."

The whispers in the audience got louder, and the old lady was still watching with great interest, wanting to see what tricks these actors on the stage could pull off.

"As long as I hold your hand?"

Ji Mingzhao reached out and grabbed Xue Wen. Under the urging of the Yang Fire Talisman, Xue Wen actually appeared.

All the monks on the stage were exhausted mentally and physically. When they saw Xue Wen appeared, they immediately pointed their fingers at Xue Wen.

"How dare you show up, you deceitful bastard! The young lady has suffered so much at your hands and yet you dare to come back! He is clearly already married and wants to marry into our Ji Mansion with ulterior motives!"

The monks pointed their swords at Xue Wen, but they didn't know what to say for a long time. In the end, it was Old Ghost Sun who was well-informed. When he traveled around, he saw a lot of family troubles. What about the lady of the boss who read too many words and had to elope with a poor scholar? The Xijia Xianggong had many wives and concubines at home and kept eight outhouses. Old Ghost Sun opened his mouth to talk about an ethical drama, and the competition was about his reaction ability.

Ji Mingzhao has now given up struggling. When he turned to face Old Ghost Sun again, his eyes were filled with tears: "I don't mind if he has a wife and brings her into the family. From now on, his home will be my home, and his wife..."

"She should still be his wife..." The faces of the monks on the stage looked like they had seen a ghost. The monks in the audience did not give in and could not help but widen their eyes.

Only the old lady watched with gusto, and even clapped her hands in the end.

The monks in the audience saw the old lady applauding, and they could only follow behind and applaud slowly.

"Who made this up..."

"You don't care...this hellish place is not normal. Can the rehearsal be normal?"

"But it's not the Demon-Suppressing Sect and the Wanxiang Sect on that stage..."

"Don't worry... just pretend you didn't see it. It's not sure if it's really them. Just look at it first and see what's behind it."

"It's also..."

The drama on the stage continued. Zhou Jingzhi slapped the armrest of the chair with disapproval on her face: "I don't allow it!"

Ji Mingzhao still had tears in his eyes: "Why? Didn't you agree? Even if he is my cousin, you would agree, wouldn't you?!"

This left Zhou Jingzhi at a loss as to how to respond. Fortunately, Xue Wen responded quickly: "Forget it, my daughter is seven years old. I know you like me, but we are not suitable after all."

"Because of what?" Ji Mingzhao's face was still full of tears, "Is it because I know that you are actually my brother?"

There was an uproar in the audience: "What?! He's actually her brother?!"

Ji Mingzhao's performance on the stage was not over yet: "I know, you are my brother, and my mother is your sister! I don't care about any of this!"

The whispers among the monks in the audience became louder.

"Let me figure it out...what's the relationship between this family...?"

"Brothers and sisters from the same mother and father, my mother is still my sister..."

Zhang Ying on the stage was at a loss as the plot took a turn for the worse. Less than a quarter of an hour had passed, and the amount of information was greater than the amount of information she had processed in hundreds of years combined.

Just when she was still at a loss, Old Ghost Sun spoke: "Madam, you actually lied to me. You clearly said that Ming Zhao was my daughter! You actually betrayed me!"

Zhang Ying opened her mouth: "...I didn't..."

Old ghost Sun ignored these ignorant wooden heads and continued to act on his own. After all, there were only two actors on the stage: he and Ji Mingzhao. The more lively the better.

"You agreed to be with me forever. I ran away from home and lurked in my house for decades, just to wait for you to leave with me. I didn't expect... I didn't expect! You are such a person!"

Zhang Ying couldn't argue: "I didn't..."

"Stop talking," Old Ghost Sun wiped the tears that had finally come out of his face, "You and I will never be sworn in from now on!"

"No!"

Old ghost Sun turned around and wanted to go back, but he heard a voice saying no, but the voice was not Zhang Ying's, but Zhou Jingzhi's.

Old ghost Sun turned around with some doubts, thinking that maybe Zhou Jingzhi had taken the wrong medicine, could he still handle this scene?
Zhou Jingzhi spoke slowly: "In that case, take the person away." (End of Chapter)