Chapter 225: The Trouble of the Demon Venerable (1)
"Sir, what you said is enough to deceive the master and destroy the ancestors. Even if you clean up the family, you are really not unjust."
Qianye patted Shi's shoulder again and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Grandmaster doesn't have such a weird habit as you. He just listens to people in the corner."
Shi's lips curled up, "Sir, have you forgotten what it was like when you first met the Patriarch?"
Qianye was stunned for a moment, then looked embarrassed. She really couldn't forget that when she first met Yinxuan, she and Wu Zhou were in the bed curtains, and Yinxuan was outside the bed curtains.
Suddenly he looked around with a guilty conscience, carefully put the porcelain bottle filled with flower wine on the ground into his sleeve, shook his bandaged wrist, and smiled with satisfaction.
"Sir, I always feel that if one day the one who can overcome the tribulation and achieve enlightenment, it should be you and not Wu Zhou."
Qianye raised his eyebrows, "How do you say this?"
"Feeding tigers with one's body, feeding eagles with cut meat, repaying evil with good deeds, letting bygones be bygones... This is the kind of mind that only the Buddha has, and you seem to be lacking none of it now, sir."
"Breasts?" Qianye looked down at his chest, smiled proudly, and puffed out his chest, "Xi, your mouth is getting sweeter and sweeter, and you actually learned to praise your adults for my plumpness?"
Death followed suddenly behind, staggering in the air, "Sir, I better take back what I just said, you can't become a Buddha."
"Why?"
"With your ability to misinterpret words like this, Buddha will definitely not be able to tolerate it, lest it harm millions of people in the future."
"Well, that makes sense."
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When Chiba returned to the wooden house, the door was still closed. Although she left in a hurry before, she still set up a barrier.
Qianye couldn't help but smile bitterly and laugh at himself. If he said he left angrily, he would have given up, but in the end he still couldn't let go.
There was still a smell of alcohol reverberating in the wooden house, and the ice cubes that cooled Wuday had melted to an unknown extent. Even the air in the wooden house was obviously damp, making it feel a little more suffocating.
Wu Zhou still maintained the same posture as when she left, barely moving. His clothes were loose and messy around his body, with most of his chest exposed. The quilt was only hung around his waist. He kept saying it was cold, but before he left,
How could she have the time to cover him with a quilt?
However, when she thought that Wu Zhou's appearance at the moment was more or less her hand, Qianye couldn't help but feel a little regretful.
You clearly know his temperament and you have repeatedly made up your mind to be good to him and do your best... but are you really just saying what you say?
How good is she to him?
"Sir, please rest for a while. After all, you have lost so much blood..."
Chiba made a silent gesture, pointed in the direction of the town, and then made a big square with his finger, indicating that he should buy ice cubes again.
Shan helplessly shook his head, but he also knew that Qianye didn't just want to get rid of him. Wu Zhou needed those ice cubes, but in such weather, the ice cubes melted very quickly. He could only get one from the cellar of a wealthy family's house in the town.
Buy one piece back.
Qianye left after seeing him dead, and then opened the windows of the wooden house to disperse the moisture in the house. She remembered that Wu Zhou said that she didn't like the feeling of being wet.
However, when I opened the window toward the back of the house, I saw at a glance that there was a not-so-small hole on the flat ground outside, less than half of which had been filled up by wind and rain.
It was dug up by Wu Zhou when he first saw it, and he vowed to bury Wu Zhou.
And next to that...
Qianye's eyes couldn't help but darken. She had struggled for more than ten years and exhausted all her efforts to find Chu Luoyan.
But now, less than two months have passed, and she hasn't thought about how long it has been...