Starting with the Inheritance of the Celestial Master, The Supernatural Forces Invited Me Out of the

However, Xu Sixing got up and turned his head and saw that Zhang Qingxuan was not eating.

Just standing by the bed, looking at me with a smile, and I didn't think too much about the spring sunshine when I got up.

She suddenly understood.

I was teased!

The angry eyes were red, and tears almost slipped out.

She slumped her head and wanted to lie down again,

But at this moment, the soup spoon in Zhang Qingxuan's hand turned into a mouthful of soup, and after blowing it, he passed it over to her mouth.

"what!'

Hearing the sound, almost subconsciously, Xu Sitong opened her mouth, and before she could react, shut her mouth again, a fresh scent of chicken had spread in her mouth.

"Xi Zalan (Damn it's dead man) of five mouths!"

Biting the soup spoon, her beautiful eyes stared at Zhang Qingxuan, two lines of tears still flowed out uncontrollably.

It's just that these tears are no longer the tears of grievance

The energy supplemented by the chicken soup was quickly consumed by the exercise. The arrogant little policewoman was still upset, but the body had already surrendered honestly and clean 07, thinking back that she was clearly already withered. , But still waving a small fist to demonstrate to him, Zhang Qingxuan couldn't help but shook his head.

Little guy, the fighting power is worrying!

"Master Zhang!

At this moment, a car drove from the darkness and stopped in front of Zhang Qingxuan who was standing at the gate of the community. A tall, middle-aged man in his thirties walked down and quickly came to Zhang Qingxuan's side and stretched out. hand.

"Hello, Master Zhang, my name is Lu Lai. Director Han sent me to pick you up."

Zhang Qingxuan nodded, stretched out his hand and shook his hand: "Hello Comrade Lu Lai, I am the Buddha."

"Ah this"

Lu Lai obviously didn't expect Zhang Qingxuan to joke with himself, scratching his head and laughing awkwardly.

Of course he knows his name, it's really a bit wrong

After the two got on the bus, Lu Lai began to introduce Han Qingxuan's arrangements to Zhang Qingxuan.

Because they are in Zhongling, and the rest are in Kyoto, so they all go directly to the destination and meet at the destination.

The destination is naturally Mingde County.

Zhang Qingxuan naturally has no opinion on this arrangement.

He didn't go on vacation.

A plane took off quietly from Zhongling Airport, circled in the sky, and then flew north.

And not long after the plane took off.

A monk with white beard rushed to Zhongling.

"Grass!"

He suddenly raised his head and looked at the northern sky, yelling, his complexion was a little healed, but he soon calmed down, and he yelled the Buddha's name with one hand firmly in front of him.

"Amitabha."

"The poor monk has committed anger, and when he returns to the temple, he must face the Buddha for three months and correct his heart."

"However, the benefactor just happened to leave by plane."

"This subordinate really makes the poor monk feel distressed."

Suddenly he changed from holding one hand in front of him to clasping his hands together, and muttering to himself with a pious face: "It seems that he can only go to find a destined person and sponsor the poor monks to go on their way."

Mingde Town.

Although the towns in the mountains and forests are not as developed as the outside, the folk customs are simple and the villagers are united, which can be regarded as their own enjoyment.

But during this period of time, Mingde couldn't enjoy it anymore.

Because they are making trouble here.

Here, children who do not sleep at night, without exception, will hear the scare of their parents: "I'm crying, Huang Daxian will arrest you."

I don’t know the generations, but no one thought of it.

Huang Daxian, actually appeared!

Moreover, more than one or two people were caught?

A total of eighteen people have died in the town, and even the people who dealt with it in the supernatural situation have never returned.

The old village chief was sitting on the grand teacher's chair on the side of the square table at the Chongmen in Beiwu.

The house was full, and the yard was full of villagers.

A teenage boy knelt in the open space not far in front of the old village chief, tears streaming down his face: "Old village chief, blame me!"

"It's all because I killed the weasel who came to steal the chicken. Otherwise, the weasel would not be angry, and come to avenge our village, and our village will not die..."

As he said, his voice choked and howled.

He was very sad and blamed himself. Although he was still young, children from poor families had already taken charge of the house, and their innocence had already faded away.

And the most important thing is

Among the dozen dead, there is still his father!

Although his father is not a thing, he is an out-and-out old man who gambles and drinks all day.

But that is his father after all!

Beside him, stood a haggard-looking woman in her thirties who had not been cared for, so she looked a little older than her actual age. This woman was the mother of a teenager.

Her eyes were filled with silence and despair. Her eyes were red but there were no tears. It was not that she didn't want to cry, but after so many days, the tears had almost dried up.

Although her husband is not a thing, does not earn money, and depends on her to support him, he often beats her and scolds her.

But no matter how jerk is, no matter what, for women in the country, men are also the pillars of the family.

Now, her pillars have collapsed.

The villagers looked at the young man who was kneeling there and weeping, all with expressions of regret, and a bit of deep terror, fearing that Huangpizi's next target would be himself.

However, no one blamed the teenager.

The weasel who stole the chicken, after being discovered, who wouldn't fight?

only

"Er Gouzi, just blast away, why do you have to beat that yellow skin to death?"

"Hey, yeah! Huang Daxian's revenge is very serious."

"Come on, no one did it intentionally. The child is already sad enough now, so don't be blind. What are you looking at? I said it was wrong?

"What did I say, you won't let me see it?"

"Don't let me"

I don't know who will speak first.

The quiet villagers suddenly became noisy.

"okay!"

The old village chief slapped the cigarette stick in his hand on the table, and the noisy crowd suddenly regained their silence. The weasel is not here to steal the chicken, it will still happen if you don't kill it, you don't have to blame yourself too much, get up quickly."

"Not here to steal the chicken?"

Everyone was taken aback and looked at the old village chief.

"Let's go, I will find a way for this matter.

The old village chief did not explain, but waved his hand, picked up the cigarette stick, got up, and walked into the back room with his hands on his back.

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