Raindrops kept hitting the surroundings. They fell from the sky onto the girl's red umbrella, and then fell from all around the umbrella, forming a rain curtain.
The girl under the umbrella smiles like a flower.
A smart woman will probably only act foolishly when facing a man she likes.
Obviously, the old Taoist in front of him is definitely not this type.
Facing the girl's counterattack,
The old Taoist just smiled.
Lower your head,
The soles of my shoes stepped on the puddles, causing a lot of splashes.
"Why did you come?" asked the old Taoist.
The girl didn't answer.
"It seems that your father is really ready to kill his own relatives for the sake of justice?"
The girl still didn't answer.
The old Taoist scratched his already wet hair, took a step forward and continued walking forward.
The girl continued holding the umbrella and walked in her direction.
The distance between the two sides has not yet increased.
The old Taoist stopped and waved his hand:
"You know him well?"
The girl stopped.
To be honest,
She didn't really know him.
If you really understand him,
I wouldn't have been ruthlessly dumped by that man twice.
In the end,
When you come out of your resting place, you will already be marked with the countdown of your life.
Whether it was before in Mount Emei or at the door of the bookstore a while ago, she actually lost both times. Not only did she lose, but she also suffered heavy losses.
Every time, most of my energy is lost here.
After folding it several times in a row, I almost folded myself to pieces.
But, fortunately, I don’t have much time left anyway.
The sword was already hanging in front of the man's eyes, and the time it would fall was either tonight or tomorrow morning.
I guess,
This rain, this typhoon,
It's not over yet, it's not over yet,
This sword,
It will fall down.
The next one is myself. Time is running out plus another time is running out. It can’t be said that two negatives make a positive, but for many things, it can be said that they don’t matter anymore.
"Better than you, I know."
"Really?" A smile appeared on the old Taoist's face.
"real."
"So, do you think he will die?"
“You’ll die.”
The girl answered directly without any hesitation.
The old Taoist licked his lips. He really wanted to use himself as an example, but as the girl had said before, he himself was not even an example at all.
This feeling makes people feel unhappy. They have obviously succeeded, but in the end they did not get the flowers and applause that successful people deserve.
Instead, he made himself look like Kong Yiji,
A circle of people surrounded me, just laughing at me for being dead.
No matter how much money you spend, or how many ways you can write the word "death",
It's all useless.
perhaps,
The biggest problem is,
He might be a little unsure himself.
"You won't be able to survive either." The old Taoist sighed.
The girl ignored him and continued to stretch her legs and take steps.
"I am, his daughter."
"But he is the Lord!"
The old Taoist immediately turned his head to look at the girl's back.
His shouting sounded a little fragmented on this typhoon and rainy night.
"He is the ruler of the world. He established this rule for the world. Why do you women always like to be so naive?"
Maybe it was the last bit of unwillingness, or maybe it was the final question.
The old Taoist seemed to have lost his usual composure at this time, but he really couldn't care less and didn't intend to bother about these things anymore.
Earlier, when the work was completed, Dizang showed off in front of him;
Just now, while walking back home, this girl stabbed herself again!
Everyone, human or ghost, is showing off, only the Lord is getting beaten!
How could this old Taoist priest continue to maintain his inner peace
What's more, he is not a person with a stable mind.
"He's dead, but that him is still alive." The girl turned her head and looked at the old Taoist priest in the rain, "If he's alive, it will be easier."
The old Taoist was stunned for a moment.
At their level,
A lot of words,
It really came through at once.
Under the Xuanyuan Sword,
The Eight Immortals crossed the sea, each showing their magical powers.
What you can think of, others have probably thought of as well, and what others have tried, you have probably also thought about carefully.
After all, it is a matter of great importance to one's own survival, and no one dares to ignore it.
The "he" and "him" the girl mentioned, one refers to Ying Gou and the other refers to "Zhou Ze".
Ying Gou will die.
But most likely,
Zhou Ze will survive.
And the girl’s target is Zhou Ze.
She was just following Zhou Ze.
Waiting for the sword to come down,
Waiting for the sword to kill the man she loved and hated the most in her life,
Then,
She will pick up the survivor of the sword,
You can say he is a piece of armor, or you can say he is a piece of clothing.
What she has to do,
Just wear it on yourself.
Xuanyuan Sword, her father's sword;
Zhou Ze was the one who had just escaped from the sword;
She currently does not have a real physical body. As one of the ancestors of zombies, it really doesn't matter to her whether her physical body exists or not.
The body is nothing more than a bag of skin.
His father's sword, plus Zhou Ze's body and soul who had just survived the sword.
With these two things in hand,
She probably has a better chance of surviving.
You can say it's wishful thinking, but it has to be said that it is indeed a method.
It's not like no one has thought of this method, but even if they did, it would be useless.
Because there is a key point that only she can satisfy.
That is,
She is the daughter of Huangdi!
You can say that this method is ridiculous because it is not 100% successful, but under the Xuan-Yuan Sword, no one has the right to laugh at anyone else.
"Is it okay if I'm not?"
The old Taoist pointed to his face.
The girl was holding an umbrella and smiling coquettishly, as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world.
"I told you that you are already... dead."
The old Taoist also laughed.
I just squatted in the puddle.
Like an old man with Alzheimer's.
He patted the puddle with one hand, like a naughty boy playing around without caring about his mother's punishment in the future, and said with a smile:
"How did you know that the bookstore owner could survive?"
Hearing this,
The girl was silent.
Not only was he silent, his expression turned directly cold.
The Taoist priest had asked her before if she knew him.
In fact, she really didn't understand her.
But she could fail time and time again with bloody failures, time and time again with pale heartbreaks,
To prove one thing,
This proves what position the person named Zhou Ze holds in his heart.
This comes from a woman’s intuition, and women are naturally intuitive in this regard;
She can clearly sense who her competitors are.
Win Hook,
It'll keep him alive.
She firmly believes that
She is sure!
"He will survive."
And Ying Gou, and that man, will die.
Ending his glorious life.
Once that man died, the remaining person named Zhou Ze,
After losing the power of Ying Gou,
he,
What does it matter
An ordinary person
To put it nicely, a zombie
But what are zombies compared to her
"You want to stop me?"
The girl asked the old Taoist.
The old Taoist shook his head and said, "The debt between him and me is settled."
The implication is that he will not interfere.
"good."
The girl continued walking forward holding the umbrella.
The old Taoist sat down with his back against the electric pole. His body was already wet, so there was nothing to worry about.
When the girl's back had disappeared in the rain ahead,
The old Taoist laughed again.
“Everyone thinks they are very smart.”
After expressing my feelings,
The old Taoist raised his head.
The light from the street lamps was somewhat dazzling, and the heavy rain around made the light of the street lamps somewhat diffuse, creating an effect similar to a moon halo.
In this haze,
The old Taoist seemed to see many people, but he did not let his thoughts linger here.
He reached out, patted his chin, then supported himself on the ground and stood up again.
He started walking back.
This road,
Someone is moving forward.
And he,
It goes against them.
The living go forward, the dead go backward;
Fortunately, after walking for so long, the bookstore is finally in sight.
Through the glass, Lawyer An saw the Taoist priest outside in the rain. He immediately rushed out with an umbrella to help the Taoist priest block the rain.
The umbrellas were all covering the old Taoist's body, and Lawyer An's shirt was already soaked.
The old Taoist didn't rush in, but looked at Lawyer An and asked:
"Have you ever held an umbrella for your old man before?"
"No." Lawyer An seemed very honest.
In his previous life, he was a rich young man in Guangzhou. He was busy having fun and living a life of luxury all day long. It was not until his father died and his family fell into poverty that he understood the meaning of life.
But it is true that when a child wants to support his parents, they are no longer around.
The old Taoist nodded.
Lawyer An added: "Isn't this just to make a living?"
People flatter others for the sake of making a living. After all, there is probably no one in this world who is born to be mean and likes to flatter others.
The experienced gaze swept across everyone in the room, and finally, landed on Lawyer An's face.
He placed his hand on Lawyer An's shoulder and patted him.
Lawyer An felt as if his bones were about to become soft.
Next,
The old Taoist turned his head again and looked at the dark rain curtain behind him.
road:
"Where did your boss go?"
"Um."
The old Taoist reached out and touched his face, then finally pushed open the door and walked in.
Everyone in the bookstore was here except Yingying who was accompanying the boss out.
When the Taoist priest came in, everyone's eyes naturally followed him.
The Taoist priest ignored the fact that he was already soaked. Of course, the staff of the bookstore didn't mind that he had dirty the floor, and let him walk to the painting again while slipping on the wet stains.
The experienced hands stroked the scroll.
Lips, a little chapped.
When Ksitigarbha ascended to heaven, he gave him a knife;
The girl from before also gave him a knife;
The Xuan-Yuan Sword actually dealt him a blow.
but…
"I'm not dead!"
The old Taoist suddenly uttered a deep voice!
This sound,
Everyone in the study was shocked so much that their faces turned pale. The aura of the Lord of the Mansion was too heavy for them to bear, although the Lord of the Mansion did not deliberately target them.
Next,
The old Taoist sighed.
It seemed as if the previous glory was just a final vent of unwillingness, like... a last glimmer of light.
"well,
I just,
Miss you guys…”