Even if a fisherman enters an infinite game, he still has to cast a rod

The current Quan Wuxia is no longer the cute and shy little schoolboy.

Because of Yu Sinian and Jin Ling's romance, he has completely turned evil. He and Yu Sinian are at loggerheads and have severed all ties. He even wishes he could kill the other person with his own hands.

Yu Sinian plans to get married after Jinling graduates from university.

However, since Jinling was born in an ordinary family and had no background, the elders of the Yu family strongly opposed this marriage, believing that Yu Sinian was just playing around and that he must find someone of equal status to marry.

But Young Master Yu insisted on his own way and was not going to listen to them. Also, he was worried that Quan Wuxia would cause trouble, so he decided to hold a secret wedding on a scenic island abroad.

Yu Sinian repeatedly emphasized to the invited friends: Quan Wuxia must not be allowed to know that he is getting married!

Absolutely not!

So now, Jiang Yuan could only reply with a guilty conscience: "That's not true. Who said they were getting married? Xiao Quan, who told you that?"

Quan Wuxia did not answer Jiang Yuan's question, but asked in return: "Why, do you want to favor this pair of bitches?"

Jiang Yuan: "Ha...hahahaha, what's the point of being partial or not? I have always been fair, just and open to you and Xiaoyu, you know that."

Quan Wuxia: "So where are they going to get married?"

Jiang Yuan was alert: "...What do you want to do?"

"Nothing to do."

Quan Wuxia's tone was icy cold, like a poisonous snake hiding in the darkness, spitting out its tongue.

"Just a wedding gift as their best friend."

This doesn't sound like a gift at all, it sounds more like a funeral, Jiang Yuan thought, and then dared to give some advice.

"Xiao Quan, why bother? You've scolded them and taken revenge on them over the years. Can you let them go this time? Wouldn't it be better if we just cut ties and never have anything to do with each other again?"

Over the years, President Jiang has been caught between these two enemies. Not only has he been a nobody, but he has also been accidentally injured by artillery fire for a long time. His life is miserable.

Now he not only begged Xiao Quan to let Yu Yuzi go, but also hoped that Quan Wuxia could let this poor creature go.

"Let go? Why should I let go?" Smelling the scent of favoritism, Quan Wuxia's hatred surged in his heart and he turned into hysterical mode:

"Why do you want me to let it go??! Jiang Yuan, this is all owed to me by that rotten dick bastard!!! He owes me!!!"

"I'll never be able to pay back that rotten dick in my lifetime!!!"

The volume suddenly exploded. Jiang Yuan held the phone farther away and waited until the other party had finished cursing before changing the subject.

"So what are you going to send? Are you going to send a wreath again?"

Last year, Yu Sinian held a birthday party in the courtyard and invited many relatives and friends. However, halfway through the party, people from the funeral home sent in nine large white wreaths and asked who the deceased was.

Everyone was stunned.

Upon asking, I found out that the wreath was sent by Quan Wuxia.

Yu Sinian was so angry that he brought people to block Quan Wuxia the next day. He beat Xiao Quan until he broke his bones and was hospitalized for a whole month.

In order to show his magnanimity, Yu Sinian even paid for the medical expenses out of his own pocket, which made Quan Wuxia so angry that he cursed on the hospital bed every day and made several young nurses cry.

"No wreaths this time." Quan Wuxia said:

"I ordered two old coffins for them. I wish them a long and happy life together, and that they will never be buried in the grave."

"..."

President Jiang's head was about to split open, and he pressed his temple and said, "Xiao Quan..."

"You don't want to say it, right?" Quan Wuxia was too lazy to listen to Jiang Yuan's nagging and said impatiently:

"Okay, I'll go ask the guy named Luo."

After saying that, he hung up the phone, not giving Jiang Yuan any time to say more.

Jiang Yuan made an emergency call to Luo Zhuying, but Brother Luo was on a mission and his phone was turned off, so he sent a message to remind him that Xiao Quan already knew about the marriage and he must not tell him the location!

After finishing everything, Jiang Yuan let out a long sigh.

"Hey......"

"It's good to be young. You can do whatever you want." Across the table, Chef Jiang had finished eating noodles and was picking his teeth.

"I've also heard about the boy from the Yu family. He is not a good match for his wife, and he doesn't even have the blessing of his family and friends, but he is rushing to get married. How hasty."

"Master, don't be so pessimistic." Jiang Yuan disagreed:

"I think as long as the two of them truly love each other, nothing else will be a problem."

"Oh, I thought so at first." Master Jiang sighed with the tone of a veteran:

"You can only know a person by his appearance, but not by his heart, Xiao Jiang. Some people have one face before marriage and another face after marriage."

Jiang Yuan: "Are you talking about Master's Wife?"

"if not?"

Master Jiang covered his face with his hands in sorrow, and said sadly: "She took my salary card and only gave me 500 pocket money every month. I am old now, and I can't even afford to go out for a meal... Ugh..."

"Okay, okay, got it, I'll pay, don't cry, Master!" The trainee executive Xiao Jiang took out his wallet helplessly and said:

"Boss! Pay the bill here!"

*

At eight o'clock, the lights come on.

The master and the disciple walked side by side along the moat.

Because it was the Ghost Festival, both sides of the river were extremely lively. Many people gathered here to light golden lotus lanterns, burn paper, and mourn their deceased relatives and friends. Lights gradually lit up on the surface of the river.

It’s golden and looks very beautiful.

"So, Xiao Jiang." Master Jiang put his hands behind his back and said earnestly:

"You must be careful when choosing a wife in the future. Don't marry too young. Marriage is the crematorium of love, a mass grave, a pile of corpses. Every one who enters will die. Just wait and see. The boy from the Yu family will regret it sooner or later."

"Don't worry, Master. Xiaoyu won't regret it, and I won't get married early." Jiang Yuan patted his chest and said:

"Besides, my wife is not as fun as playing games. If I have this time, I would rather play a few more games."

Jiang Jian was speechless and fell into deep thought.

The good disciple said obediently: "Master, what do you think I am doing?"

Jiang Jian shook his head: "Nothing."

He just suddenly thought of something.

This divine disciple was good in every way: handsome, good-tempered, loving, without any bad habits, and incredibly smart.

The only weird thing is that his interest in the cave game seems to be much higher than that of humans...

This gave Master Jiang a sudden and extremely strange ominous premonition:

Is it possible that Xiao Jiang will become interested in any game or the monsters in the game in the future... ?

No, no, this is too outrageous!

Master Jiang shook his head and quickly dismissed this strange idea.

The executive officer and his apprentice continued to move forward, but Jiang Yuan discovered that his master was following him and was not heading home.

"Master, aren't you going back?"

Jiang Jian did not answer. He looked at the golden lanterns on the river, sighed, and said, "Come on, Xiao Jiang, accompany me to the bridge to count the river lanterns."

Maybe he doesn't want to go back and face his master's wife, Jiang Yuan thought.

His master was always like this, sighing whenever he mentioned home. Sometimes he would rather stay in the lounge than go back, trying every way to escape, as if there was an ancient evil monster that only knew how to eat people living in his home.

Walking along the sidewalk and just getting onto the bridge, the master and the disciple saw a wall of people forming on the other side of the bridge, pointing and talking about something.

Out of professional habit, the two walked over to see what was going on.

"These students are really outrageous. They dare to rob women in broad daylight on the street. Are there any laws?"

"Yeah, it's really embarrassing."

"What kind of parents could raise such a social scum?"

"Take a picture quickly and post it online to expose it."

In the middle of the crowd, seven or eight hooligans in junior high school uniforms were teasing a girl selling river lanterns.

"Girl, you're pretty, let's add each other as friends."

The red-haired Shamatte boy in the lead stood in front of the girl, and the little follower beside him followed suit.

"Add one!"

"Add it, little pretty girl!"

The young girl was sitting on a folding stool. In front of her was a small rectangular table, on which she was methodically tying yellow paper lotus lanterns.

She was not short, and when she was sitting, she was almost as tall as the gangsters. She was wearing a cheap cotton long skirt. She had a slender figure, fair skin, and a waist-length braid draped over her chest.

Her thin oval face has delicate and three-dimensional features, yet non-aggressive and as soft as a fragile porcelain doll.

Jiang Yuan's first impression of her was that she was clear, clean, and pure like a spring without any impurities.

In more common terms, this girl has an extremely pure first love face. Like Little Dragon Girl, any man would be attracted to her.

Even a game fanatic like Jiang Yuan would find it pleasing to the eye.

The young Son of God squeezed through the crowd and was about to step forward to stop them, but he felt that the red-haired killer in the lead looked more and more familiar.

It looked a little too familiar.

"Young Master, let me tell you, don't be ungrateful. I added you because I think highly of you. My father is an executive officer of the Security Department, he's awesome!"

The followers echoed.

"Yes! Big brother's dad is awesome!"

"If you don't agree to be our eldest brother's girlfriend, his father will throw you into the spooky cave!"

"Throw the strange hole, throw the strange hole!"

"Haha, you're scared, right? Civilians!"

The onlookers were immediately outraged and started taking photos with their cell phones.

"Fuck! These second-generation officials are so lawless nowadays!"

"You think it's great that my dad is an executive officer? Expose it, it must be exposed!"

"Whose second-generation official is this? He is so arrogant."

Yes, which second-generation official is so powerful?

Jiang Yuan turned around and found that his master had a look of despair on his face, as if he was ready to jump off the bridge.

"Okay."

The girl with braids selling paper flowers smiled gently, and her voice was pleasant and refreshing, like the sound of nature.

"But to be friends with someone, you have to give something."

Her every frown and smile was as lively as jasmine, which stunned the group of little ruffians, their heartbeats accelerated, and their faces turned red like little apples.

The girl with braids continued, "If you can help me fold these paper flowers and sell them, then when I have some free time, I can consider becoming friends with you."

A gangster blushed and hesitated, "Brother! What...what should we do?"

"Then... that's fine!"

The leader of the Shamatte team stared at him with his eyes wide open, and also blushed as he pretended to be cool:

"Since you are pitiful, I will be merciful and help you!"

As he spoke, he bent down and prepared to fold paper flowers. When the other gangsters saw this, they followed suit and helped the girl fold paper flowers.

Just then, someone suddenly spoke behind the boys.

"Jiang Yixing, not bad, you've also learned to be helpful?"

"Who is it? You dare to call me Master...Master...Master...yeah?"

The red-haired assassin hated being called by his full name. He shook his hair and turned his head impatiently. However, when he saw the two executives behind him, he immediately screamed in fear.

"Jiang...Brother Jiang!? Dad!? Why are you here!?!"