God became the villain's little ancestor

Chapter 104 The Immortal Sect’s Group Pet Does Not Talk About Martial Virtue (26)

"Finally let me catch you!"

Qian Lai jumped in front of Ming Jun and snorted, "Why do you count your fate in the lower realm?"

Ming Jun wiped off his sweat, "Who knows, but I just helped a mortal by the way, and it was rumored that I am a master. I can't stop it, but I can't leave."

"You have today too."

Qian Lai didn't hide her gloating expression: "I told you to throw it into my prayers every time. Is it my turn to feel bad? Did the family give money to the fortune-telling?"

Ming Jun silently rolled his eyes down.

"Give me what you want, it's good if you don't set up a stall. Even if you dare to run away from Heaven's money, the future will only be worse than what you said."

Qian Lai had expected this to be the case.

She raised her eyebrows: "Hmph, since I'm blocking you now, just tell me honestly, who is the soul in Wen Zhu's body?"

Qian Lai is not stupid, she can meet in every world and has a lot of connections, but she cannot account for the karma in herself.

It's fine if you can't count yourself, and neither can Wen Zhu's.

"Can't you just treat him as a tool to eliminate resentment?"

Ming Jun was bitter. Seeing her like this, he knew it was impossible, but even if he told everything about the past, it didn't mean it would be beneficial.

"I'll just tell you his name, if there's any problem... you'd better hold back."

Qian Lai: "..."

She silently took out the paper figurine.

Ming Jun pressed the center of his eyebrows.

"Yan Xuanzhu, this is his name. Don't ask why the paper man is useless to him. Don't forget that the paper man is the carrier of your power. If you don't want to hurt him in your heart, it is naturally useless."

He looked towards the sky, his sleeves fluttering in the wind.

Qian Lai was silent.

...

Qian Lai went back to find Wen Zhu thoughtfully, but the other party took a deep look at her, but said nothing.

The two took the beggar's chicken, bought spirit fruit wine, and returned to Guyumen.

Wen Zhu lived in Qian Lai's courtyard. Although he didn't share the same room, many demons would show ambiguous glances when they saw her.

Today, the two of them didn't pay attention to anyone, and Wen Zhu put on the jug for the first time and began to drink alone under the moon.

"...Brother, do you still want to write a poem to feel sad?"

Qian Lai watched his battle, the corners of his lips twitched, not knowing whether to smile or not.

Wen Zhu glanced at her from the corner of her eye, and really started to compose a poem: "The garden is full of spring, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall..."

Qian Lai: "Pfft——"

WTF.

All the troubles in this poem were gone, and Qian Lai sat across from him with a smile, her eyes were bright, and the moonlight was locked in her eyes.

"What does brother mean by writing this poem? Do you want to experience it yourself?"

Wen Zhu was slapped upside down by her, and said coldly: "It's unreasonable, bite back."

Qian Lai suppressed a smile, "Who bit who? Why can't you speak clearly, brother?"

Wen Zhu used practical actions to express that he didn't want to talk to her.

What Qian Lai lacked most was face, so he took a wine glass and filled it up, and followed him to feel sad towards Yue.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Wen Zhu was annoyed, and after drinking a glass of wine, he continued his talent as a poet.

"I set my heart on the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch..."

"stop!"

Qian Lai couldn't help laughing, and joked: "If you don't know how to use poetry, don't use it indiscriminately, okay?"

Wen Zhu gave her a look.

"Ah."

You say whatever you want, I will lose if I listen.

Qian Lai didn't know what kind of madness he was driving, but he could probably guess a little bit, and sent himself over with a special wink.

"Come on, brother, you can do whatever you want, just for this day, there is no other branch."

(End of this chapter)