Crossing fortune telling: Mental illnesses running in both directions

After many days, a warm feeling of fullness swept through your body, and the first few people who finished eating immediately took over the work of the other two.

Although he was clearly sick, he seemed to be full of energy. He ran so fast that the long line was shortened at a speed visibly visible to the naked eye.

As for why the guards who went to investigate the situation have not returned yet...

Let’s talk about it after we finish eating!

Speak of the devil, and he will appear. Fang Wushuang got the rope from somewhere, but he tied the guards together. He held an umbrella in one hand and held the rope in the other, and returned to the team leisurely.

The refugees, who were originally showing off their fans quickly but were still cautious, put aside their last bit of concerns when they saw this scene, causing them to show off their fans even faster.

"Wow... It's delicious. I have never eaten porridge more delicious than this in my life... Wow..."

Shen Zhinian felt helpless, and was afraid that if she advised them to eat slowly, these frightened refugees would misunderstand her meaning and think that they were not allowed to eat.

But this is just the beginning, so let them eat and drink enough and calm themselves down.

She looked back at the pig-headed guards, all of whom had bruised faces and noses, and asked, "Did you find out anything?"

Yes, the main reason why the guards were absent for so long just now was because it was a process of non-violent non-cooperation, which was not convenient for this group of refugees to see.

There was black energy all over their bodies, and it was obvious that they were a group of extremely evil people.

It is very suspicious that such a group of evil people would give out porridge here.

It must be the work of a stowaway.

Fang Wushuang: "These are all Jianghu people pretending to be guards, all following the orders of a woman named Lan Peilan."

"The mission is simple. It is just to give the relief food looted from the imperial court to these refugees in the name of Lan Peilan, and gain the reputation of a living Bodhisattva."

"As for the secret operations between the gangsters, they can't be hidden from their eyes, so there's no need to worry about it."

"What are you talking about... Miss said that they won't live much longer anyway, so if they can make her famous, it can be considered a worthy death."

"Oh, this 'young lady' refers to Lan Peilan, the daughter of the owner of Wuji Mountain Villa."

Her voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for everyone present to hear, including the refugees who were forced by the gangsters in the back to get porridge and had nothing to eat, but still sincerely thanked the "living Bodhisattva".

"What? These grains are actually the relief grains that the imperial court originally distributed to us!"

"Yes, I remember that at the beginning, there were places to get white porridge on each street, but it was mixed with fine sand. Now that I think about it, it was to prevent people with ulterior motives from attacking defenseless people like us just for food."

"Lan Peilan stole the imperial court's relief grain and led the crowd to gather and be infected with the plague. He hid himself and threw the matter in front of these lackeys, hiding without a trace."

"If it weren't for the immortals saving our lives, we would still be kept in the dark until we die. We are grateful to this culprit who caused all this!"

"You beast! To gain fame for yourself, you killed so many people... My child, my child starved to death."

"The plague didn't take their lives, but they were killed by this poisonous woman."

The scene was in chaos. They found out that they were merely being used to create momentum and had suffered so many disasters. Many of their family members were infected and died, or died at the hands of gangsters.

Hatred had never reached its peak like it did at this moment. They even wished they could tear Lan Peilan and his group to pieces alive.

Guard: “!!!!” How the hell do you know all this?

If you already know everything, why do you torture me to death to get a confession? You want to die!

Several guards looked as if they had seen a ghost, but unfortunately their mouths were blocked tightly, so they could only make heart-wrenching grunts in protest.

Fang Wushuang hit them one in each hand, bangbangbang was so gorgeous that she fainted, and her protest was useless.

Shen Zhinian raised his eyebrows in confusion: "Is this what they said?" Was the exposure a little too smooth? Or, is it that Junior Sister's method really so magical that it can make people honest?

But no matter what the reason was, Shen Zhinian rubbed her head with a look of satisfaction, chuckled and praised: "As expected of this young master's junior sister, you are smart, brave, powerful, smart, beautiful and efficient."

Efficiency: The useless guards are exposed.

Strength: Blackened and swollen face and in deep coma, and this is a group of unlucky guards.

This question really hit the nail on the head. Fang Wushuang narrowed her eyes but raised her head confidently. This was the reason why she was able to do so smoothly. Under such violence, these people still didn't give any real news.

He is very loyal.

But even though I don’t say it out loud, once the question is asked, my heart will always come up with the answer uncontrollably.

Look, not even his underwear is left.

He was very happy to be praised, but he said reluctantly: "It's OK, just average."

At the end, she even said, "Senior Sister, if you have any instructions in the future, just tell me. I will definitely do a better job than those two."

It goes without saying who those two are.

Nowadays, internal competition and workplace competition have become exaggerated to such an extent, Master He thought silently.

Wait...isn't he the one with the highest authority in this workplace?

But the popular one is his daughter, who is not his biological daughter but is like his own...that's okay.

Shen Zhinian couldn't help but laugh. These words were similar to what Ah Xiang had told her before not to ask others to help with things.

But Junior Sister is not someone else, so Ah Xiang shouldn’t be jealous...right?

"Ah!!!!"

After searching the entire mansion, there was no trace of Lan Peilan's life. Fu Guanci was about to return: "???"

He rubbed his nose. What happened? He sneezed for no reason this time too?

Could it be...

It must be the fate between him and his senior sister, even the time of their inexplicable sneezes is so close.

Could it be that Lan Peilan, whose plan failed and who failed to earn merit and instead suffered backlash, was cursing behind his back?

No, this person was obviously dissatisfied with the environment in Xilan City. After confirming that he could gain merits continuously by giving out porridge, he left this place and lived a carefree life in the outside world.

How can I know them?

PS Fang Wushuang: I am not talented, I just put some eye drops on it. I am the little sister most loved by the senior sisters!