At ten o'clock in the afternoon, Li Muzi came down the mountain sadly.
The steps are heavy and the back is depressed.
In just two hours, he seemed to have lost all his reliance.
He is no longer a useful pawn representing Buddhism in the fight for luck, although he still maintains the identity of a direct disciple.
If you honestly return to the door and devote yourself to cultivation, you may not be able to sit on the chair that symbolizes the throne of the highest power, but it will obviously not be difficult to become an elder in the future.
However, these are not what Li Muzi wants. In his view, although one person is subordinate to ten thousand people, he may seem to have a transcendent status, but in fact he is still controlled by others and bows down everywhere.
His legs are very hard, and his bones are even harder, so he can't eat the bowl of rice that depends on the person's face.
So he gave up the last trump card he could use, the "Li family", and showed kindness to the great elder in exchange for the opportunity to stay in Kyoto.
It was a helpless move, forced to compromise without any choice.
But only in this way, he can still fight hard and fight, so as not to lose in the end and never make a comeback.
The sunshine at noon is so strong that it stings people and makes it difficult to open their eyes.
At the foot of the mountain, Li Muzi, who had never smoked, asked a male pilgrim for a cigarette.
He didn't know how much a pack cost, so he lit it against the wind and drank it into his lungs like others.
"Cough cough cough."
He buried his head in a dry cough and choked out tears.
"Give."
Someone handed me a tissue. Her wrist was white and her fingers were slender.
Li Muzi turned around and stared, haha, it turned out to be the long-haired girl who asked him for her contact information when he went up the mountain.
If he remembered correctly, it seemed to be called Nannan.
"Thank you." He raised his eyebrows slightly and took it.
Sun Nannan pretended to be calm and smiled in return.
She was finally moved by Miao Xiaoqiu's realistic view of love, and took the initiative for the first time in her life.
Whether it is an accidental encounter by fate, or whether it is a deliberate search and waiting here, God knows.
And Sun Nannan himself also had a clear mind.
But she didn't know that under the handsome skin of the handsome young man in front of her who made her heart throb, there was an evil heart that was almost twisted and perverted.
Bloody and shocking.
Her move did not lead her to the wealthy and aristocratic family she imagined, but instead sent her to the gate of hell, with no way out.
"Come down the mountain together?" he actively invited.
Sun Nannan nodded obediently, her face flushed red.
"Where is your classmate, is he gone?" he asked casually.
"Oh, she, she has gone home beforehand." She looked nervous and secretly turned off her phone.
Li Muzi smiled and said nothing, turning a blind eye.
Sun Nannan turned her head subconsciously and glanced at the top of Puji Temple.
There should be no one there.
She asked and answered herself.
...
Room 510, fifth floor, Building Nine, Langya East Garden, Kyoto.
The spring scenery is infinitely beautiful, and clothes are everywhere.
Ye Zhenxin was sitting shirtless on the sofa in the living room drinking tea, with a happy expression and a leisurely look.
In the bedroom diagonally opposite, two graceful bodies were wrapped in gauze and fell asleep soundly.
They were a pair of beautiful twin girls. They were real twins, and they were by no means "promiscuous girls" who were deceitful in name.
The equivalent compensation of 500,000 yuan per month makes them willing to act as canaries in the cage.
Ye Zhenxin comes here every now and then to be a "guest", enjoying the blessings of the whole family and showing off his true qualities as a man.
There was nothing I could do. Yu Xian wouldn't "touch" her. At most, she would hug her and hold her hand.
He wanted to refuse but still accepted the charming appearance, which made him lose his mind every time he was seduced.
If he didn't come here to relax, he suspected that he would be suffocated to death.
"Gulu."
After taking another sip of tea, Ye Zhenxin glanced at the shirts and jackets on the ground, planning to get dressed and leave.
But just when he was about to stand up, the severe pain in his lower abdomen made his vision blurred and he bowed like a shrimp.
"What, what's going on?"
He sat on the ground with a pale face and hurriedly searched for his cell phone.
I definitely won’t be able to leave, and it’s not convenient to go to the hospital.
