The Way of the Demon Cult Leader Chasing His Wife

Xia Zhisong is really in a dilemma right now.

He secretly glanced at his elder sister, and then at the maddened look on his face, always feeling as if he had turned into a huge light bulb invisibly, silently shining light for the earth.

But the most embarrassing thing was that the leader hoped that he would come out and explain it, but the elder sister also wanted to hear his explanation.

Xia Zhisong met the leader's gaze and stammered to explain: "Well, Captain Ji, sister, you know right... She was shot and fell down when we were on a mission a few days ago."

"Shot - aren't guns strictly controlled now?" Xia Zhitao's reaction was bigger than expected, she rushed forward, holding Xia Zhisong's shoulder tightly,

"Are you okay?!"

Xia Zhisong was in pain, frowned, and said in a low voice, "It's all right, I'm fine."

Only then did Xia Zhitao relax a bit, she let go of her hand, looked at Xia Zhisong and smiled reluctantly.

The leader puffed his mouth and stood aside without speaking, but his eyes never left Xia Zhitao.

Her heart was sour: I have already drank a large bucket of vinegar, you don’t need to worry about me hahaha, just let me cry in the vinegar jar hahaha QAQ.

Xia Zhisong continued: "Old sister, didn't you tell me that you have found a very good girlfriend... She opened the door for me when I came back. After she heard that Team Ji was injured, she took me to the hospital to treat her alright."

Zhang Kuang nodded in satisfaction, that's right, tell me about my helpful, warm, kind and lovely side, and then my wife's affection for me will increase!It seems that chasing his wife is just around the corner!

Zhang Kuang didn't remember at all that he was holding his younger brother by the collar and threatening him a few minutes ago.

Xia Zhitao nodded thoughtfully, and said, "Well, thank you Zhang Kuang for your willingness to help."

Zhang Kuang nodded inscrutablely, and said, "No need to thank you."

In fact, there is another sentence that Zhang Kuang is not ashamed to say at present: In fact, as long as you open your mouth, you will go up the mountain of swords and down the sea of ​​fire, and you will do whatever you want.

The leader cleared his throat and said, "It's just a small thing, I just want to make the earth a better place.

Xia Zhitao looked at her speechlessly:

Aren't you the leader of the demon cult? When did you become a little guardian of the earth's environmental protection?

But that's not the point, Xia Zhitao took two steps and stopped right in front of Zhang Kuang.She tilted her head to look at Zhang Kuang, leaned her face closer, stared at her with her clear eyes, and said, "Zhang Kuang."

Zhang Kuang unconsciously leaned back: "What's wrong?"

Peach!Don't get so close!I will be nervous!

The corners of Xia Zhitao's eyes filled with a smile, and she said softly, "Your wound has already healed, right?"

Because Zhang Kuang was wearing a black robe to cover the gauze, Xia Zhitao couldn't see inside.She poked the wound with her finger, and asked with a smile, "Didn't you say that it hurts so much every day, that a little movement can cause the wound to bleed?"

Crazy: QAQ I'm sorry!

Xia Zhi Tao Youyou said: "Don't you suffer from pain every night and can't fall asleep, don't you need someone to tell you a story to fall asleep?"

The evil I made, I can only resist myself by gritting my teeth!

Zhang Kuang nodded in embarrassment, and said, "Well, actually, it's all over."

Xia Zhitao said, "It's fine."

She walked away quickly and opened the balcony door.Xia Zhitao leaned over slightly, and made a "please" gesture: "Then you go back quickly, and remember to take good care of your wounds."

Seeing off the guests could not be more obvious, Zhang Kuang walked to the balcony with a crying expression on his face.Xia Zhisong took advantage of the old sister to look at the other side, and quietly stepped forward to explain to Zhang Kuang: "I'm sorry, sister, something happened to her before, she hates people cheating on her... and she is just angry now, it will be fine after a while gone."

Zhang Kuang glared at him: It's not because of you, a winless child!

Xia Zhitao stood aside, deliberately not looking at Zhang Kuang.

I don't know whether she has reached the balcony at the speed of walking slowly, breaking one step into five steps.

Suddenly, the flowers are like boiling, steaming from the silent place, and igniting the cold moonlight.Xia Zhitao turned her head, and the wind lifted a few strands of her long hair.

There was no longer the figure of that person in front of him, and even the flying petals were carried by the wind and rushed out, disappearing in the night sky.She stretched out her hand, but found nothing.

There was only one petal, which stopped in front of her forehead as if unwilling to go, and melted into dots of light when it landed on the back of her hand.

Xia Zhitao suddenly felt a little lost.

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Do you think the leader will return to the program group?

Impossible, after she left Xia Zhitao's house miserably, she turned around and went to Lu Qian's apartment.

The two younger brothers thought that if the leader and his wife live together, they will be able to retire after their meritorious deeds are complete.

The two had nothing to do, so they just made an appointment to watch a horror movie together.Song Muzhao and Lu Qian hugged a pillow and shivered on the sofa.Just in time, Zhang Kuang knocked on the closed window, and heard a miserable scream:

"what--!!!"

Immediately afterwards, it seemed that someone was so frightened that he threw something out.Zhang Kuang watched as a bucket of popcorn slammed onto the window, and then scattered all over the ground like snow.

what's the situation?

There was no fluctuation of spiritual power in the room, but Zhang Kuang was worried that something would happen to the two younger brothers, so he quickly removed the window lock and rushed into the room: "What's wrong?"

The lights in the room were not turned on, and the black boots stepped on the popcorn, making a creaking sound.She stood next to the TV, the fluorescent light on the screen perfectly outlined her figure, and her expression was hidden in the darkness.

"Ghost, ghost—!!" The younger brothers let out a desolate scream, fell on the sofa and pretended to be dead.

Zhang Kuang: "..."

With a few "clicks", the lights in the room were frantically turned on.The room was bright again in an instant, and the two younger brothers hadn't gotten used to it yet, so they closed their eyes and rubbed.

Zhang Kuang didn't know how to use the remote control yet, so she simply and neatly unplugged the TV.As soon as the screen went black, the terrifying sound effects and images disappeared instantly.

"Look clearly, it's me." She stood in front of the two helplessly, holding her forehead as if she had a headache.

"You don't need to cover your face and recite the Great Compassion Mantra, I'm not a ghost."

Song Muzhao was really familiar with that voice, so he opened his eyes tremblingly, and said pleasantly, "Oh, boss!"

Zhang Kuang said: "See clearly now?"

Lu Qian said strangely: "Boss, don't you live in your wife's house? Why did you come back suddenly?"

Just hitting Zhang Kuang's sad spot, she silently walked to the other side of the sofa and sat down, sighing sadly.

What's wrong!Boss's melancholy little expression, could it be that he has lost his love?

Zhang Kuang briefly explained the ins and outs to his younger brothers. Anyway, she was the one who shamelessly pretended to be sick, pretended to be pitiful, stayed in other people's homes and refused to leave, was caught by his wife on the spot, and then kicked out without any room for maneuver.

"What should I do?" The leader asked depressedly, "Madam must be angry."

Song Muzhao mysteriously took out her collection "The Domineering President and the Tsundere Wife", and said solemnly: "If you ask me, there is no misunderstanding that cannot be solved by driving a car. As the saying goes, love grows after a long time, right? !"

Zhang Kuang raised his forehead: "You think too much."

Song Muzhao saw that Zhang was hesitant to speak, and became interested, and asked, "Hey boss, why are you shy? Didn't you all have such a bad experience in the previous world?"

"..." Zhang Kuang said helplessly, "No one has caught up with me now, so please give me some more reliable advice."

Lu Qian rubbed his head, but suddenly thought of an idea.He hurriedly said, "Hey boss, isn't the last episode of your talent show coming soon?"

"What draft?"

Zhang Kuang was dazed for a few seconds before he could barely recall that she seemed to be still in the talent show.

Director Sun said that Friday was the last show, but she had already put that show behind her in order to catch up with her wife. It seemed that she had been absent for a whole week, and even she didn't know what to do in the last show.

Song Muzhao said: "Boss, do you really not remember... You are very popular! Don't forget your goal."

Zhang Kuang replied: "I remember, but I don't know what to perform."

Lu Qian spoke up: "This is a good opportunity, boss!"

The two looked at him suspiciously, only to see Lu Qian swearingly promised: "This show is a good opportunity! Master, you can perform something for your wife so that she can recall your kindness, and naturally she won't be so angry When the time comes, you go and apologize, won't you settle your suspicions!"

Great idea!

Zhang Kuang said: "Just do it."

The few people did what they said, and the three of them got together and began to study what performance Xia Zhitao might like.Zhang Kuang originally wanted to follow the old path and find a fresh and fresh love song to sing, but his younger brothers desperately stopped him.

When Lu Qian thought of the way the boss sang love songs, he felt that the world view was gradually collapsing, and the image of the boss who was wise and mighty was almost completely shattered.

After discussing and discussing, Zhang Kuang finally made a decision.

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In the dressing room, everyone looked at the insolent costumes and were all dumbfounded.

In the audience, only Director Sun didn't change his face, and specifically told the makeup artist and costume artist not to be crazy, and let her prepare by herself.

When Zhang Kuang entered the stage, the audience was almost dumbfounded:

——Why did she change her painting style again? !

From the sweet love song at the beginning, to the handsome gunshot dance in leather clothes, why did you come out in an ancient costume in the end?

The white long skirt sweeps the floor, and layers of hibiscus bloom from bottom to top.She was inherently beautiful, but she was usually covered up by her aura, and now she smiled as if she had taken off her helmet.

Eyebrows like Dai, skin like snow, hair like ink, like a fairy walking out of a painting.

Others watched from a distance, and they couldn't see what was hidden under her eyes, but they saw a curved arc at the corner of her mouth.There is a bit of affection buried on the lips, it looks like it is smiling, but if you think about it carefully, it is not smiling at the audience, it seems to be smiling at a special person.

She treats them differently like this, which only makes people feel itchy in their hearts, wondering which heart she wants to leave that long-lasting affection for.

The background music is also an ancient song, and together it is like a mountain and flowing water, gurgling down, washing out the noisy stage to give a sense of silence of the ancient temple in the mountains and forests.

The ethereal and soft guzheng timbre enveloped the entire recording hall, swaying with the breeze, winding around the upper lip, taking away the whispers.

Drums start.

The cold and moonlit night can't hide the beauty in white clothes. Her posture and charm when she dances make people dream back to the Jade Tower and Golden Palace and Bei Que Pearl Palace thousands of years ago. The posture is a bit quaint.

It turns and turns, stretches and stretches, as light as a butterfly falling among the flowers, as if stepping on the stars, but it also brings a sense of desolation and loneliness to the magnificence.