Ancestral God's goblin, she's cute and crazy

Chapter 417 He Lives, For Wanwan, For The Child
The cemetery in the suburbs was bitingly cold.

Wenci got out of the car, wearing a black coat, slacks, and casual shoes. His body was as tall as jade, and he was as handsome as ever, with exquisite and gentle eyebrows.

Holding a bouquet of chrysanthemums in his hand, at this time, the sky began to drizzle again, and it fell on his hair. After closing the car door, he was inexplicably upset, frowned and opened the car door again. He took out a pack of cigarettes, lit it and smoked.

In the light rain, the cold wind blowing with the rain made it even colder.

And Wen Ci didn't seem to feel the cold. After a few seconds of silence, he leisurely took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

Calling Chen Ye, Taohua looked at the cemetery shrouded in mist in the distance, holding a chrysanthemum in one hand, and walked there with long legs, holding a mobile phone in the other hand to ask questions, with a cigarette in her mouth Asked, "Where is Fu Wang's tomb?"

"The last one in Area B." After Chen Ye finished answering, he smiled lightly, and casually joked, "What's the matter? Suddenly missing him when he's gone?"

Wen Ci frowned, took a deep puff of the cigarette, squeezed it out and threw it into the trash can next to him, before replying flatly, "You blocked me twice, I have to give him some explanation."

His tone was very calm, all on a parallel line, without any ups and downs, and no emotion could be heard.

After hanging up the phone, Wen Ci went straight to the direction Chen Ye said.

In front of the tombstone, there are only names, no photos.

Wen Ci pursed her lips, stood in front of the tombstone, and was silent for a long time. Many past memories flashed in her head, and she wanted to open her mouth to say something.

Finally, it turned into a sigh.

He bowed slightly, put the chrysanthemum in front of the tombstone, stared at the name on it lightly, and his tone was also light, without any emotion, "Why bother if you say you are in this life."

Fu Wang deserved to die, but he shouldn't die for him.

Fu Wang's life does not belong to him, and the judgment should be left to the law.

In the end, he actually owed Fu Wang his life.

Death is the elimination of both grievances and grievances in the past, and there is no need for the living to hold on to them.

Standing in the slight rain, Wen Ci was silent for a while, and finally, he said slowly, "I'm not reconciled."

Who is Fu Wang, he understands, he must be unwilling to be betrayed by his subordinates in the end.

All the things that Fu Wang did in the past were for Fu Wang himself and also for him.

Wen Ci only felt that he seemed to owe something to Fu Wang unconsciously.

He was forced to bear some pressure.

"I'm not willing to help you with anything."

After a long silence, Wen Ci said suddenly and lightly, "Your organization, as well as your traitorous subordinates, will come down to accompany you in the end. At that time, you can solve it in another world."

Wenci's voice was very soft, almost inaudible, and was blown away by the breeze as soon as he uttered it.

I owe you my life, but I can only help you get here.

Wen Ci finally looked at the tombstone and shook his head and smiled, not knowing what he was laughing at.

That's all—

That group of people, the remnants of Fu Wang's subordinates, will eventually be terminated.

How can you not end up doing something bad?

He turned and left.

As soon as I left, the breeze blew through the treetops, and a burst of fallen leaves fell, scattered, and landed on the bunch of chrysanthemums in front of the tombstone.

A week later, Spring Festival.

in a prison.

in a room.

There was a guard in uniform standing on the stage, talking about something.

The ones underneath are all wearing uniform clothes—prison uniforms.

It's not very good-looking, but if you come here, you must wear it.

One of the men sat on the seat with downcast eyes, holding a pen in his hand, his brows were cold and indifferent, listening to the words on the stage, his brows would tighten in disapproval from time to time.

But in the end, the slender big hand still put pen to paper and wrote it on the notebook.

The words on it are vigorous and powerful, flowing and flowing, and the atmosphere is beautiful.

"Fu Shenyao." The guard on the stage called his name with a cold face.

Fu Shenyao raised his eyes, and glanced over them coldly.

This is an innate aura that cannot be thrown away wherever you go.

The guard frowned, and felt a chill on his back, but he knew that this man would not do anything out of line, he was very cold, his whole body was cold, so cold that no one dared to approach him.

But he has always listened to discipline, even if your words made his face dark, he would not say a word of disobedience, only endless silence.

Ordinary discipline will not really care about Fu Shenyao, and Chen also explained that this is a psychological problem, and he should not be too extreme to provoke him. Up to now, there will always be psychologists who come to see Fu Shenyao's situation every now and then.

The guard asked, "Please answer, why did you come in here? Why do people want to live?"

"I made a mistake, come and correct it." Fu Shenyao replied.

Concise and indifferent, no nonsense.

This is what Wanwan taught him, to learn to take responsibility.

"Is there another question?" The guard looked at him and asked.

Fu Shenyao, "."

He lives for Wanwan and for the child.

How would he know why others were alive?
However, it seems that this question cannot be answered indiscriminately.

If the answer is wrong, what should the guard do if he thinks that he is not good at reforming?
So... there was another endless silence.

Discipline, "Fu Shenyao?"

"Not very clear." Fu Shenyao looked up at the guard, "Now I only know that I can't do bad things while I'm alive. You can teach me the rest."

His answer was perfunctory, but perfunctory just right.

The answer is in that gray area in the middle.

What you teach is up to you, and it is up to me whether to listen or not.

Fu Shenyao is like this here. He agrees to acquiesce in everything you say, and he will follow suit, but he will reserve his own opinion on some things.

But of course he would not act on his own opinions.

"Okay, people are alive—"

"Disciplinary, tell Fu Shenyao to come out, someone is watching him." A sudden voice at the door interrupted the supervisor's words.

"What's the person's name? I'll record it." The guard asked.

Fu Shenyao looked sideways, looked at the door, pursed his lips and said nothing.

Last time, someone came to see him and brought him bad news.

Brother died.

It's really not good news, after all, he is a real brother, so why...
He lowered his eyes, the sockets of which were dark and cold, without any light. Even though he was in this swamp, his emotions did not fluctuate.

Until, I heard a familiar name from the person at the door.

The hand hanging by his side trembled.

The man added, "It's a star. Over the gate, the star is really beautiful, even better than the one on the camera."

Shen Wan over there was called to an empty room and told to sit and wait in the room.

Sitting in her seat, she hesitated, wondering what was going on with him now.

"Crack-"

The door was suddenly pushed open, and Shen Wan suddenly raised her eyes and looked towards the door.
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PS: [-], more finished
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