Hua Ji looked at it very seriously. After looking at it, he asked Yan Butterfly, "Do you think what the book says is useful?"
Yan Butterfly said simply: "It's useless."
Hua Ji shook his hand and almost threw the book out: "Really or not? I didn't contact him for a week according to what I said above. It said that after a couple quarrel, both parties need to calm down, and then seriously examine their hearts, Make a prudent decision, and if you find that you still like the other person, let him understand why you are angry and have a good talk with him..."
He looked at Yan Butterfly seriously: "I've already booked the hotel and I'm going to talk to him, you..."
Yan Butterfly almost laughed out loud: "Oh, fox, when you talk to those monsters, your IQ is not only on the line, but it's just a hundred miles away. Why does your IQ start to drop when you talk about Senior Shui? "
He was full of emotion: "If your IQ was only this level back then? That war was not won by you, but by me."
Hua Ji's head is full of black lines: "That's different from this, we are all native monsters, we all grow up in the same environment, and our mentality is well simulated. To put it bluntly, you and I are both learning the rules of human beings, while water I admire him differently…”
Hua Ji remembered the first encounter with Shuimu, the waves of several floors high on the vast sea. That was the real Shuimu, as mysterious and unpredictable as the sea. Shui Mu's three views are not like their native monsters. Hua Ji speculates on Shui Mu with the thinking of ordinary monsters, which simply won't work.
Yan Butterfly shook his head: "Then it's useful for you to speculate with human thinking?"
Hua Ji was speechless.
Yan Butterfly glanced at Hua Ji, and he said, "Okay, don't be fooled. Instead of reading useless books, you might as well think about work!" Seeing that Hua Ji's IQ was about to become negative Now, Yan Butterfly had to change the topic: "Lingyin Temple has finally let go, plus the willow demon, they can arrange at least 20 people in the two places, and if Lingyin Temple opens, the nearby temples will not refuse, those Monks and anything can come here to place orders."
When talking about business, Hua Ji's IQ instantly went up, he said: "Yes, by the way, don't forget to remind me to report to the Shenbao Club, those monks who gather in Hangzhou must have a name, or let them hold a few games. What about the dharma meeting? Is there any Buddha's birthday recently? No matter what Buddha, Shakyamuni or Medicine Buddha, get a name, come to a debate meeting, and then have a few Buddhist exchange meetings, it will not attract people's attention. Now, it can also generate income for the bald people... Ha~ I should ask them for a planning fee."
Yan Butterfly laughed sullenly after hearing this, and he said vaguely: "Yeah, if the Mangshan Ghost King sends some of his men to go around the city again, their business volume will definitely be good."
Having said this, Hua Ji suddenly laughed: "Hey, if you say this, the bald-headed people should actually give the ghost kings a share, and there are no believers brought by the ghosts?"
Yan Butterfly laughed: "You said that, does that gate have to pay us a fee every time it goes down the mountain to exterminate demons?"
Hua Ji said solemnly, "That's inevitable!"
Yan Butterfly looked at Hua Ji's return to normal, and said coldly, "When are you going to fuck your tenant directly?"
Hua Ji said angrily, "Didn't you say you won't mention this?"
"Push that tenant, we will have bodyguards~" Yan Butterfly stretched her tone: "Don't talk about the Huangpu River outside Chongming, just talk about the West Lake near Lingyin Temple, as long as those bald heads play tricks, they will directly let seniors pour the West Lake back. No way~"
Hua Ji was silent, and after a while, he said, "Hey, after you said that, I realized that there are so many places in our country with water."
"Yeah, where there is water, there is him..." Yan Butterfly looked envious: "It's good."
Hua Ji sneered: "Where there are flowers, there is you, why do you envy him?"
Shui Mu shrugged, and just as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt that something was wrong: "Hey, speaking of flowers, look at the overlord flower in front of you?"
Hua Ji was stunned for a moment. He looked forward and saw that the blue-gray road on the expressway seemed to have turned red, and the railings and flower beds on both sides seemed to have turned into small rivers.
Hua Ji's mouth twitched: "Isn't this Xiang Jiuniang's secret technique, Santuchuan?"
Yan Butterfly's complexion changed greatly: "What? Xiang Jiuniang?!"
At this moment, Hua Ji's phone suddenly rang.
Hua Ji didn't want to answer, but his eyes flashed, but he realized that it was Boss Wu's call. He connected it immediately, and heard Boss Wu slowly say to him, "You are popular."
Hua Ji twitched the corners of his mouth: "I knew I was popular when I was called a super swimming trunks man. The boss said the point, I'm very busy now."
Boss Wu was stunned for a moment. Hua Ji's voice on the other side of the phone was vague. He didn't know whether it was the signal or something else. He simply said directly: "I mean, you became popular again because of the role of Feng Huixue. I've been too lazy to get any fan support, but now I can't, I've already found a good person, she's your old fan, you can go back and meet her."
After a pause, Boss Wu kept the news that Shuimu had also become the secretary of his fan support club.
Hua Ji looked at the bright red road in front of him, and then looked at the person in front of him, he simply said, "No problem."
Clap, he hung up.
Yan Butterfly said calmly, "She's here to find you, right?"
Hua Ji was also calm: "Don't try to run, if you dare to go, don't blame me for exposing the shady scene."
Yan Butterfly turned pale in shock: "Hua Ji! I thought you were my friend, but you would sell me at a critical moment?"
Hua Ji sneered: "A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist. Some words in the Taoist sect are still correct."
Just when the two of them died, a woman appeared silently in front of them.
The woman is extremely beautiful. She is wearing a long cheongsam with a light blue slanted embroidered orchid and pearl buttons. Her long satin-like hair is pulled into a slanted cloud bun. The paper umbrella with the sky blue and flowing clouds came slowly.
Hua Ji praised: "Nine sisters are getting more and more beautiful."
Yan Butterfly said, "Aren't you going to pick her up?"
"Then you'll drive away immediately, right?" Hua Ji grinned, "I'm not a fool."
"Tsk, why is your IQ online at this time?"
As the two quarreled, the woman got closer and closer, and soon came to Hua Ji's car. She didn't say a word, skipped Hua Ji, opened the back door directly, and neatly closed her umbrella and got into the car.
She leaned the paper umbrella on the seat, then opened the car window, took out a lady's cigarette from her delicate handbag, flicked the cigarette butt with her fingertips, and the smoke slowly filled the small space inside the car. In the space, the woman gently spit out a round smoke ring, the smoke ring condensed but did not disperse, and rushed directly to the front driver's seat, hitting the rearview mirror.
She said coldly, "Drive."
Hua Ji and Yan Butterfly twitched at the corners of their mouths at the same time. At this moment, the scenery of Santu River outside the window had disappeared, and their car was parked on the parking lane, which was completely different from the previous position.
Yan Butterfly pouted at Hua Ji, gave him a self-seeking look, then shifted into gear and drove.
Hua Ji said dryly: "Yo, it's been a long time, Ninth sister."
The woman, Xiang Jiuniang snorted coldly, her eyebrows are delicate, even though her long and narrow eyes are slightly similar to Hua Ji's, they are more charming and enchanting than Hua Ji's. A water light fell from the corner of the eye and touched the mole, robbing his soul and unable to move his eyes.
In the most chaotic years before the founding of the People's Republic of China, she was the woman who wandered among several princes, chatting and laughing, stirring up the world, and finally retreating, Xianglaixiang Jiuniang.
Even though her strength is not high, she has terrible connections and secrets in her hands. If she wants, she can even know the color of the underwear worn by the Taoist Sect Master today.
No one wants to offend her.
Including Huaji.
He looked at Xiang Jiuniang's cold face and had a headache.