Lord Buddha, don't laugh, Madam dug your ancestral grave

Chapter 89 Heaven's Punishment
But now is not the time to ask these questions.

Li Shao was drinking to his heart's content, surrounded by people Bai Yinzhou didn't know, saying these words rashly would only bring his comrades into injustice.

a few hours later.

The dinner ended amidst Bai Yinzhou's many questions.

Li Shao leaned on Bai Yinzhou's body drunkenly, and after sending the others into the car one by one, he straightened up, turned his head to Bai Yinzhou with a very clear will, and said, "Brother, why don't you sleep with me tonight? I feel like I haven't said a lot to you."

Bai Yinzhou saw that Li Shao was not drunk at all after drinking so much wine, and lamented that his comrade-in-arms had changed too much, but at the same time thought that the other party must have something to say to him, so he didn't refuse.

But on the way, looking at Li Shao's expensive high-end suit, he still couldn't help raising his doubts in advance, but he said it in a more tactful manner.

"How have you been the last few years?"

Li Shao had been in the mall for a long time and had never met anyone before, so he immediately understood Bai Yinzhou's meaning. He looked out of the window sideways, with a deep and tired expression as if he had seen the vicissitudes of time.

"Ham, that's the way it is. There are fewer and fewer people who believe in metaphysics these days. When something goes wrong, they will only look for scientific explanations, which has caused our industry to be severely squeezed. Only in the eyes of those rich people, who are worth a lot, know how to cherish their lives, and know how to be afraid of death, can they want to satisfy their greed through things that science can't do."

He casually lit a cigarette, took two deep puffs, and slowly let it out through his nostrils, "Not long ago, I just met a friend, and I took a few orders to change my life in private, and now I have some savings in my hand."

Today's drink was because he hadn't seen his old friend for a long time, and he knew that Bai Yinzhou was backed by the Bai family, so he brought him here on purpose to win him over.I can't bear to drink it on weekdays.

Bai Yinzhou sighed when he heard that, and couldn't help but recall in his mind that when he and Li Shao were in the desert to save a girl, they were bitten by poison, resulting in countless wounds on their bodies, and under the high temperature of nearly 50 degrees, there was no memory of giving up saving her for a moment.

If it were someone else, he would believe in the saying on the Internet that 'men who have money will turn bad', but Li Shao, unless he has experienced a catastrophe that spanned life and death, he would not believe that his brother would kill innocent people for money.

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After Wen Yang walked out of the hospital, thunder accompanied by lightning, crashed down from the top of his head with a bang.

In an instant, raindrops began to fall without warning, but the strange thing was that only the place about 20 cm below Wen Yang's feet was covered with rain, while the rest of the place was dry and refreshing, as if God was playing Wen Yang on purpose.

Mo Xun looked at the unreasonable phenomenon in front of him, and silently looked at Wen Yang.

Just now he and Wen Yang were standing side by side, so they inevitably got wet, but if they were a little farther away, they couldn't get wet.

Fortunately, no one was on the road, otherwise this unimaginable scene would definitely be in the newspaper news tomorrow.

"Do you want me to buy you an umbrella?"

As a result, as soon as he asked this sentence, Mo Xun regretted it.

I saw Wen Yang took out a gossip bag from nowhere, took out an ink-and-wash oil-paper umbrella from it, and gently propped it up.

The oil-paper umbrella was filled with Buddhist inscriptions. The moment it was opened, Mo Xun felt a powerful force tearing at his soul, so he hurriedly stood a few steps away.

"Your umbrella..."

"Not for sale."

Wen Yang intentionally misinterpreted his meaning and walked in the rain with an umbrella.She walks leisurely, with long black hair fluttering, and the scenery is as beautiful as poetry and painting. She doesn't look like being punished by heaven at all.

Mo Xun: "..."

He followed Wen Yang, walked with her through the stone alleys, turned around the Jianghai night market, and listened to the ancient bells that had accumulated over time.

When she returned to the convenience store, she was surprised to find that the dark cloud above Wen Yang's head had finally dissipated.

But she is still entangled with the fetters of cause and effect.

"With this karma, I'm afraid you won't be able to cultivate to become a god."

Mo Xun hugged his arms and spoke calmly.

Wen Yang was so sleepy that he yawned, and while walking towards the hotel, he replied lazily, "...what's the rush, plus the three ghost tears I got from Liu Shulan, I have four in my hand now, and it's already half done."

She probably has the rest of the rest, and she is bound to get it.

With Po Meng's Eight Tears and a few other things, the day when he becomes a god and goes to the heaven to settle accounts with his master is just around the corner.

at night.

In the dimness, Wen Yang heard the phone ring.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes and fumbled for her phone on the bed. After getting used to the strong light, she found a message from Feng Lingche.

Those two short words contained all the lovesickness of that person far away in the imperial capital.

[Good night]
Wen Yang thought for a while, then directly dialed the phone back.

"Is the ring on your neck well?" She just woke up, her voice was soft like a kitten's, and she didn't know it.

Wind Group.

Feng Lingche was sitting behind the desk, wearing a black shirt that almost blended into the dark night, his cold eyebrows and eyes slowly relaxed with the girl's sweet voice made of ice flakes, and his eyes became gloomy.

"Not picked."

A familiar voice came from the phone receiver, low, with a clear sound quality, magnetic and pleasant.

Wen Yang rolled his eyes and smiled, "You are so good," she couldn't help telling him, "Take your medicine on time, don't always stay up late."

"……it is good."

Feng Lingche felt the slight itchiness of the petals on the ring rubbing against his chest, and his eyes fell on the phone, wanting to hear the girl share daily trivial things with each other like other couples.

But Wen Yang didn't talk much, so he could only ask first, "How is Liu Shulan's affairs going?"

"She's dead."

This Feng Lingche already knew it. Although he didn't know profound arts, he also knew that the caster would definitely suffer backlash in exchange for lifespan. He couldn't help but clenched his fingers and said, "What about you, will it be affected?"

It was only then that Wen Yang realized that Feng Lingche was asking how she was doing, she paused for a moment, and said in a gentle tone, "The punishment from the Heavenly Dao won't affect me, so don't worry."

Just as he was about to ask Feng Lingche why he was up so late, he heard Jiang Ci's pleasing voice from the other end of the phone, "Buddha, you need to sign this project."

Wen Yang was stunned for a few seconds, took the phone away from his ear, looked at the time, "It's past 2 o'clock, and you are still working overtime at the company?"

Ever since Jiang Ci came in, Feng Lingche wanted to remind him not to make a sound. Seeing that Wen Yang had already discovered that it was too late to stop him, he had to glance at Jiang Ci with dead eyes, motioning him to get out, and then explained in a low voice, "I still have something to do."

Afraid that Wen Yang would get angry, he added, "Try to take it home and make it in the future."

When Jiang Ci woke up from his sleep the next day, he turned on his phone.

Sure enough, I received a dispatch task to supervise the work on the construction site.

Jiang Ci: ... woo woo woo, who knows the family members!
(End of this chapter)