The Emperor of Hell's Green Plum Pillow She Escaped Again

The man in sunglasses stood out from the crowd. His shoulder-length raven hair was slightly curled and tied into a loose bun at the back of his head. His forehead was full and broad.

Her voice and posture are lazy and relaxed, yet paradoxically elegant and otherworldly.

However, the man exuded a strong aura that kept others away, intimidating everyone so much that no one dared to get within two meters of him.

Hei Huomian curled his lips slightly and nodded to Bai Shuiru on the stage as a greeting.

"I owe Miss Bai a favor."

Baishui nodded back subconsciously.

Hei Huomian looked at the Zhong couple again and nodded:

"Mr. Zhong, Mrs. Zhong, since my father and mother's greetings have been delivered, I will not bother you any more."

Hei Huomian then turned and walked towards the hotel door, shaking his head and sighing:

It took me another half an hour to close my eyes and rest.

He raised his hand to adjust his sunglasses, half covering his slightly parted lips, and yawned lightly.

Bai Shuiru watched along with everyone else as the tall man in sunglasses left.

Huh?

Could it be that the person just now is the one I cueed out - Hei Shemian from Ming Xin Group?

Stimulate!

Bai Shuiru's attention was quickly drawn back to the increasingly loud quarrel between Zhong Suiru and Liao Mingzhe below the stage.

"Zhong Suiru! How dare you look for another man behind my back?!"

"What's wrong with me looking for other men?! Liao Mingzhe, how are you better than me?! Don't think I don't know how long you have been coveting that wild dove?! Do you think I don't know about the dirty things you did with those coquettish bitches?!"

Bai Shuiru glanced at the parents of both parties who were busy trying to stop Zhong Suiru and Liao Mingzhe from arguing, put down the microphone, and quickly walked off the stage with her gauze skirt dragging on the ground. Amid the encouraging cheers of the guests, she ran towards the entrance of the banquet hall along the aisle that they had automatically retreated to.

The simple and bright classic pearl suit is embellished with white eyebrows and red lips, and psychedelic rainbow blooms in the swaying; the simple and refreshing bun has a few slightly curled hair flying at the temples, just like her bravely running towards freedom at this moment, like an elf.

Unexpectedly, before Bai Shuiru could run a few steps, he was blocked by a middle-aged man in a long robe.

The man advised solemnly:

"Miss Zhong, you and Mr. Liao are a rare match made in heaven, with a 99% compatibility! Don't miss this good opportunity, or you'll regret it!"

Bai Shui subconsciously took two steps back, frowned and squinted at the middle-aged man for several seconds.

He recognized that the other party was the so-called master invited by Mrs. Zhong to help the original body and Liao Mingzhe match their horoscopes.

This greasy man with greasy hair and powdered face had used the excuse of touching hand bones and reading fortune to take advantage of the original person more than once.

Tsk, he should let the Ox-Head and Horse-Faced Demon invite him for tea!

A kind-looking old couple next to them also came over, pulled Bai Shuiru and nodded hurriedly to praise the middle-aged man:

"Little girl, this master is really accurate. It was all thanks to his formation two years ago that we old couple survived the catastrophe and can live together till we are 89."

"Yeah, you can't go wrong if you listen to him!"

Bai Shuiru closed her eyes briefly and then opened them again. When she looked at the old couple again, a milky white, translucent verdict like the aurora was slowly floating above their heads.

She smiled and nodded in affirmation:

"Grandpa and grandma, don't worry. You two are such kind people..."

Bai Shuiru opened and closed her lips frequently but didn't utter a single word, causing the two elderly people to put their hands to their ears to gather the sound and move closer to her, asking her to speak louder.

Bai Shuiru frowned and hummed softly:

"Little mouse, climbed up the lampstand to steal oil and couldn't get down..."

I can speak.

As the special brush of the Lord of the Underworld, Mu Xian, I have seen the lives and judgments of all the people in the world...

Could it be that I cannot reveal the secret?

Bai Shui understood and began to probe softly on the edge of revealing the secret:

"Grandpa and grandma...95, 95 is not a problem."

After revealing the truth successfully, she looked at the middle-aged man again and smiled mysteriously.

"Master, and...."

After saying that, she lifted her skirt and turned around and ran away.

The middle-aged man was stunned at first, and after thinking for five seconds, his face changed drastically. He chased after Bai Shuiru without even saying hello to the old couple.

Liao Mingzhe and his group, who were chasing Bai Shuiru, rushed into the revolving door of the hotel with the middle-aged man one after another, and were immediately tripped by a ball of black and white gauze cloth, and seven or eight people rolled into a pile.

Bai Shuiru heard a faint cry of someone injured and calling for help behind him, so he turned around to look.

Seeing chaos inside and outside the revolving door:

The hotel staff frantically tried to get in to rescue people; Liao Mingzhe and others pushed and shoved their way out, but the unlucky "Master" was pinned at the bottom of the crowd and couldn't move.

It's a good deal for you, an unscrupulous swindler who cheats people for money and sex!

Want to take me back?

Don’t you even look at who I am!

Bai Shuiru glanced down at the dress that had changed from a long train to a knee-length skirt, and continued running in her high heels.

What you fear is bound to happen. Even the dress looks like a brush dipped in ink - fortunately, it is of some use.

Fortunately, the original body had worked and studied for many years, and his physical strength was not bad, so he could withstand the torture of White Sheep Shuiru who had avoided wool shearing for five consecutive years.

However, Bai Shuiru had just run a few hundred meters along the winding mountain road leading from the hotel to the foot of the mountain when he heard the sound of car tires rubbing against the asphalt road behind him.

Her heartbeat, which had accelerated due to running, suddenly increased again. She looked around for a way to retreat, and after turning a corner, she saw a black private car parked on the side of the road in the distance.

Bai Shuiru slipped to the slope on the side of the road behind the car and hid himself, while the two cars carrying Liao Mingzhe and his subordinates whizzed past.

The original body seemed to have a close friend, so could he stay at her house for a night?

But I have no money and no cell phone. How long will it take me to get back to the city on foot?

Bai Shuiru was just thinking about it when she saw a man walking out from behind the woods on the slope. He walked towards the private car while pressing the car key in his hand.

There was a sound of the trunk of the luxury car next to him being unlocked.

Want a ride?

Bai Shuiru half-crouched and quickly moved to the rear of the car. Just as she was about to lift the trunk lid, she caught a glimpse of a man sitting in the back seat who suddenly nodded his head and then sat up straight.

However, within a second, the man lowered his head and began to doze off again.

Why does this back of the head with a bunch of hair tied up look a little familiar?

Bai Shuiru saw that the driver was getting closer and closer to the car. Without thinking too much, she quickly lifted the trunk door, shrank into it, and got behind a large cardboard box in the trunk.

Bai Shuiru had just hidden herself when the trunk of the car was opened from the outside. She quickly held her breath and tried to shrink inside as quietly as possible.

"I didn't expect that I could pick a white-crowned crane while relieving myself. I'll go back and make glutinous rice cakes for my grandma to eat!"

Bai Shuiru breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the middle-aged man talking to himself as he closed the trunk of the car.

Another male voice with a mechanical voice said:

[Host, are you free now? ]

Who? Who called me host?

[I am the 'Life Peak Script' system that allows you to control the direction of your destiny in advance. It's so easy to achieve a bright life every day! ]

Bai Shuiru held her breath and swallowed frequently, listening carefully to the driver opening the door, getting in the car, and locking the trunk.

[…To put it bluntly, by copying the life story calligraphy, you can understand and avoid various pitfalls in advance…Host, are you listening to me? ]

After hearing the car engine start and drive, Bai Shuiru finally felt relieved. Recalling the other party's previous chatter, he responded after a long while:

"Practice calligraphy? Handwriting? Using a pen?"

【right. 】

"Don't even think about me touching a pen or writing again! I hate writing!"

Shui Ru·Sheep·Bai stomped her feet hard as if she was throwing a tantrum.

[…If you reject the system, you will be punished~! ]

The sudden uninhibitedness of the mechanical male voice overshadowed the previous dullness, and even brought some expectations.

"My current life script is to never touch a pen again, never write again!"

[Host, do you think I don't know your true identity? You are the only special brush designated by the Dark Emperor Muxian for ten thousand years? And you are still avoiding his search? ]

Bai Shuiru immediately opened her eyes wide in fear and sat up, her forehead hitting the trunk lid.

Hei Huomian, who was sitting in the back seat of the Maybach, had no energy to pay attention to the muffled sound coming from the trunk. He raised his hand to cover his lips and yawned. The physiological tears hanging on his long and dense eyelashes like wings blurred the lenses of his sunglasses in an instant.

I have had trouble falling asleep for the past five years, why am I feeling sleepy today?

I feel even sleepier than I did in the hotel banquet hall just now...