So What If You’ve Been Reborn?

In the evening two days later, the fire-like sun faded Yu Wei, and a small sedan on the road was carried forward.

"Fast, faster."

Mr. Song opened the curtain and eagerly urged the bearer.

He is dodgy, does not take the road, but also wants to squat on the wall root, just like a thief, the bearer is wondering, how can I vote for someone else at this point?

The weather is too stuffy, there is no wind at all, and the sedan chair is like a steamer.

Mr. Song went straight to the cold sweat, his face gradually became blue, just like going to the execution ground, he was uneasy and carrying a beard. Suddenly, the sedan chair fell to the ground and steadily fell to the ground.

"The place you said is here, Mr. Song." The bearer carefully reminded the probe.

Mr. Song took a long breath and felt stiff when he took the sedan chair.

He looked up and saw the obvious traces of the ladder on the wall of the mansion. The look was even more uncomfortable. After touching the sleeves for a long time, he took out the prayers and gifts, and trembled toward the door.

The door frame of the mansion is empty.

- The one who was smashed by the servant was carried away. The new one was just taken from the carpenter's shop today. How do some of the magic repairs go up?

The opening of the portal is also the luck of Mr. Song: For the weekdays, he is knocking at the door for a long time, and there will be no movement inside.

At this moment, Mr. Song did not dare to take Joe. Fu’s management was inexplicable. He couldn’t find any abnormalities in his work. The trouble he had caused had to be swallowed by himself.

"Dare to ask a few... This is Chen Zhai?"

In the documents found by the government, the name of Chen Shi’s name is written on the book of the house, and the identity of the place of origin is of course forged, but this makes Chen Zhen’s heart suspicious: who will honestly make the house real? What is the name of the owner?

Coincidentally, the Yuzhou Moxi also think so.

The deeds only, the devil wrote his teacher's right - this is very common, the monks are not unable to make up, but it is easy to forget what they originally filled in. I heard that the Qingzhou swallowers wrote his family. The name of the dog.

Ordinary people do not hang plaques at the door of their homes. If you want to ask the owner, it is a common thing to go to the door to find out.

But what can a mortal come here?

The demons did not look at it, and said rudely: "You are looking for the wrong one, go quickly!"

The smile on Mr. Song’s face is stiff, but fortunately he has long been prepared to eat the door--if it is a place where a powerful priest is a sergeant, and there is a big secret, of course, he will not take care of outsiders.

"That is, I have misunderstood, so that the owner is not surnamed Chen? The people under the hand a few days ago are not ignorant, and many are offended. This is the door-to-door gift, and I hope Haihan."

Said, Mr. Song handed the prayers respectfully.

The demons did not have a single seat, and they were busy with their own lives.

Mr. Song is old, so he can't afford to bend it for a while, and he is very angry, but he can't help it.

At this time, Tong Xiaozhen’s spring breeze came back from the outside. The Central Plains did not have a rich appetite for the East China Sea, but it was more than a monk. It was a cough and sold something, and it was paid for the previous month.

When he saw the situation at the door, he suddenly wondered: "What is going on?"

Mr. Song thought that these "gatekeepers" should at least describe his origins. He did not expect that the people who built the gates did not resent the resentment: "Where the old man is talking about a bunch of words, how do we know?" ”

Mr. Song almost did not stretch his face.

Annoying old man? !

These martial arts are simply too rude!

Tong Xiaozhen is a monk from the East China Sea. He can't speak here. Although the repair of the Golden Dan period is not bad, but in a house of the demon statue, the foundation is only equipped with sweeping ground.

Although there are no people in this monk who are higher than Tong Xiaozhen, he still touches his nose and walks away.

Where did Mr. Song let go of this "young man" who seemed to talk well, and quickly stepped forward: "Please also inform us, and say that the old man of Yunzhou came over and took the gift."

"Yunzhou?"

Tong Xiaozhen is very surprised, and he feels that Mr. Song is looking for the wrong door: "There is no old person here, go to the neighbourhood of the neighborhood to find out clearly and find someone again."

Just as the demons also installed the door firmly.

They were in front of Mr. Song’s face, and the door was closed with a bang, almost hitting Mr. Song’s nose.

The bearer standing in the distance secretly laughed.

Mr. Song was furious and angry.

The door suddenly cried and reopened. Mr. Song’s spirit was in full swing and he was about to speak.

"Yes, this time the door is solid."

The person who opened the door was satisfied, and once again, he closed the door.

"..."

This day was already hot, and Mr. Song was stunned for a long time in the sedan chair. Now he is shaking with anger, and the blood is rushing. The whole person swayed and almost fell.

The bearer saw the situation is not good, hurry up and help.

Mr. Song didn't want to run this sorrow, but he was shackled by the death of Fu Guan, and he was forced to take risks when he was helpless. He didn't expect the danger to be met, but he almost turned his back.

Seeing that today is no drama, simply fainted, let the bearers carry themselves back.

The doorway was screaming, and a carriage stopped there, and a hidden voice was heard from the curtain: "Go."

The coachman respectfully responded and raised the whip to drive the horse.

The person sitting in the car is Chen Zhen.

The death of Fu Guan is unclear. Chen Zhen estimates that this is the hand that moves here. This kind of powerful power behind him is temporarily untouchable, but he wants to pull the following to pay for the gift, especially with Chen He. I don’t want to think about it.

It’s not a big deal for the servant to check in.

At this moment, I saw the "porter" humiliating Mr. Song. Chen Zhen felt that he couldn't be reported to the power behind this power. If he wanted to live with himself, it must be Chen He.

- It must be that the child hates himself.

Chen Zhen even thought of another family in Yunzhou who once married with him. What kind of DPRK-class power they have invested in? Is it possible to smear and smear it?

The carriage suddenly bumped a bit, Chen Zhen was about to blame, and when he looked up, he stayed.

The whole carriage was dragged by a big man, and the car was smashed through the street, and the driver was far away.

After striding to the door of the mansion, Dahan turned the carriage over and shook it. He just "pour" Chen Chen out, and then raised the slap of Pu Pu, one hand and one, like a chicken, will be stunned. Mr. and Mr. Chen Zhen, who fell in all likelihood, put it up and Shi Shiran entered the door.

The bearers were so frightened that they couldn’t move, and they watched the door close.

The coachman was a servant that Chen Zhenxin had ever had. He wanted to yell, but when he saw the carriage that was completely scattered, he gave birth to a beggar.

"Fast, it’s called in the door."

When the driver said that he was not right, he heard about the death of Fu.

Chen Zhen and Mr. Song have their mouths, but they can't hold the broken mouths of the servants. This house is unusual, and the driver knows that the ants on the hot pot will only turn around.

"Don't go, we... wait here!"

The driver and the grin felt the blue and purple that fell from his body. In short, he did not believe that some people dared to openly kill a county, and no one could do such a thing.

And said that Chen Zhen and Mr. Song were mentioned in the hands of the big Han, and after fainting for a while, they turned their eyes straight.

"The rude!"

The two fell heavily on the ground, and Mr. Song could not climb directly.

The skull-shaped Dahan no expression, seeing the two people do not move, and extended the giant palm to catch.

Chen Zhen hurriedly avoided, and Mr. Song was weak and re-raised from the ground.

"The master wants to see you." The big man said without emotion.

He is very weird, his eyes are straight, and his voice is like a word from his mouth.

At the same time, there were a few more people around the house, and Qi Qi raised his hand to point to Mr. Chen Zhensong. This strange scene made Mr. Song a chill.

Chen Zhen looked around and saw some people standing in the distance in two or three, but just staring at himself, it was like watching the fun.

He lived for half a lifetime, and he did not suffer such humiliation. Chen Zhen was so angry that he was black, but when he saw Mr. Song, who was shackled in the hands of the big man, he chose to go in that direction.

This is a big mansion with four entrances. For the ordinary people, the real land occupation is not small, but compared with the county government, it is nothing.

The garden is overgrown with sparse flowers and trees.

It can be seen that there is no one to care at all. Some of the walls are covered with moss and no one is cleared. The eaves are even more dusty on the railings, and no one's servants will be lazy.

Chen Zhen's brows wrinkled more and more tightly. After bypassing the row of houses in the West Chamber, he finally saw Chen Wo under a pine tree.

Seeing that they came, Chen He did not have any movements. Those who followed Chen Chen immediately dispersed their seats in silence.

One of them directly took out the prayers and gifts from Mr. Song's sleeve.

The action was very rude, and the pockets in the sleeves were torn.

"you you……"

Mr. Song’s lips groaned and wanted to break free from the big man’s hand: “It’s really humiliating, what is it!”

Chen Wo threw the book in his hand on the stone table and took the gift list that he had found.

- Chen's business, he does not want to be seen by too many people. The release of the 傀儡 自己 自己 自己 自己 自己 自己 自己 自己 自己 自己 自己 自己 自己 自己 自己 自己 自己 自己 自己 自己 自己 自己 自己 自己 自己

Chen He’s gift is not long, but it is a valuable thing in the eyes of mortals.

Gold and silver ornaments, ginseng antler and pearl wines have also been specially added to a few famous swords.

Looking at it is a gift, in fact, people who are truly powerful do not look at the things of the eyes, calligraphy and painting ancient books, is the rare object on the officialdom.

Chen He had a sneer on his lips, and he was very clear in his heart. Chen Junshou and this aide are dealing with himself as a Wufu who has no vision.

Gold and silver, the most cheesy thing, just add it to the list. What incense burner, gold plate gold bowl gold water basin - do not talk about the style of taste, is to pick the biggest, the most heavy move out of fools.

Chen He throws it away, throws the gift list, and his eyes fall on the payment of the note.

"...Yunzhou, the old man?"

Chen Wo snorted and the note was turned into a fly ash directly in his hand.

Chen Zhenyi, Mr. Song was shocked.

"Your blessing is a person from Wanteng County, Yunzhou?"

Chen He did not let them sit down, and there was no habit of making people tea. It was so unceremonious.

He checked it carefully for two days, still did not find any secrets he did not know.

Chen Zhen is sullen.

Mr. Song has already slowed down. He disapproved and said: "Chen... Chen Xiaogongzi, everyone is dead, you are not arrogant, the people behind you know, afraid it is not good."

Chen Wo slightly raised his eyebrows: "The person behind me?"

Mr. Song thought that he had caught the handle. This is Chen He’s own claim.

"Young people are very ordinary. If the gift of Chen Xiaogong is willing to accept it, the previous things should have never happened. The old man does not want to interfere with the cause of the Lord. Chen Xiaogongzi does not want his own way to pass on-"

He pointed to the sky, this is the habit of the people on the official stage, referring to the big man who is in the middle of the world, or the emperor.

"In the ears of your master!"

Chen Wo’s line of sight followed his fingers and looked up into the sky, then –

"Ha ha ha."

He laughed loudly and there was an insatiable pleasure between the eyebrows.

This unscrupulous, unscrupulous publicity, like everything in the world, is not enough.

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