Yin and Yang were divided into two worlds, and humans and ghosts were different paths.
Two flowers bloomed, each with a branch.
No matter how powerful the turmoil in hell was, the world of the living was still windy and rainy.
After the night of gunfire last night,
People still had to continue their busy day.
The sun shone into the bookstore on time
The boss of the bookstore was also lying there on time to keep his appointment with the morning sun.
Even in the morning, the smell of summer had already filled the air on South Street. As long as pedestrians walked a little faster, their sweat would unconsciously fall.
Boss Zhou sat in the cool bookstore. The headline of the newspaper in his hand was a report about the increasing severity of global warming.
Yingying walked over with a cup of coffee and placed it on the coffee table in front of Zhou Ze.
Zhou Ze silently moved the newspaper away, reached into his pocket, and took out a small gift box.
Yingying's gaze unconsciously followed the gift box.
"It's for you."
Yingying opened the gift box. There was a ring inside.
The diamond on it wasn't very big, but if you insisted on saying it was small, you would be going against your conscience.
Whether it was the shape or the style, it was considered fashionable. Of course, the carat number was also luxurious without losing its simplicity.
"Thank you, boss."
Zhou Ze nodded and continued to cover his face with the newspaper.
In the distance,
The white fox rolled its eyes at him,
No matter how ruthless the man in front of him was in other things, when it came to matters between men and women, he was always so stiff that it was suffocating.
This was even facing his own maid. If he were to face other women...
When the white fox thought of this, it frowned slightly. It seemed that the woman with a pair of long legs also liked this.
Yes, the ring was bought by the white fox for Zhou Ze.
As for why it was only given the day after the Double Seventh Festival, the white fox could understand.
For other men, no matter what gifts they gave on the Double Seventh Festival, it was all for the target practice that night.
But the man in front of him who was reading the newspaper...
Yes, so there seemed to be nothing wrong with giving a gift today.
Yingying was very happy to receive the gift from the boss.
Yingying was not short of money. In the past few years, although she had been using her own funerary items to pay for her boss,
But now, it was the great revival of the Chinese nation. It was peaceful, the government was harmonious, and the people lived and worked in peace,
As the saying goes, the flourishing age of antiques. Therefore, Yingying still had a lot of funerary objects left.
But his boss was poor!
It was really not easy to give a gift.
It was like someone who had 10 yuan and gave you 10 yuan. Another person who had 10 million yuan and gave you 10 yuan. How could it be the same?
Although most people would still choose the one with 10 million …
But no matter what.
This ring was enough for Yingying to be happy for a long time.
"Boss, I'll go to the back to pick some vegetables."
"Yes."
After Yingying walked out of the bookstore with the basket, the white fox immediately jumped onto the sofa in front of Zhou Ze.
"There's also a smaller ring. Are you going to give it to the doctor?
Eating from the bowl, looking at the pot.
Heh, men. "
"Yes."
"Two pairs of rings of different weights?" White Fox asked.
"I don't have enough money."
Since he didn't have enough money, the second one naturally shrunk.
White Fox was stunned for a moment. For a moment, it seemed that he really couldn't tell whether it was true or not. After all, the big boss of the bookstore in front of him was really poor.
"Aren't you going to hell?"
Many people in the study room had gone to hell.
"Is there a position for demons in hell?"
"It's not too late for you to slit your neck now."
"Hehe, speaking of which, a large group of people under you have all gone to change sides. Aren't you jealous at all?"
Zhou Ze could not be bothered with her. He picked up his coffee and took a sip, looking at the flow of people outside.
"Or do you think that you don't have much time left, so you might as well let your subordinates who have followed you for a few years have a good future?"
Zhou Ze continued to remain silent.
"Forget it if you don't want to answer."
"You're a little too talkative today."
The white fox jumped onto the coffee table in front of Zhou Ze.
It bent down.
It opened its mouth.
A white inner core was spat out from its mouth.
"This is the inner core that I just condensed in the past year. Keep it. It can't compare to the dragon vein, but at a critical moment, even eating one more candy can give you a little more strength, right?"
Zhou Ze reached out and picked up the inner core.
This inner core looked like a night pearl. It could probably be sold for a lot of money.
"Why is today's style a little dazzling?"
"Don't think that our White Fox Clan doesn't have any other abilities other than seducing poor scholars. Actually, we are very smart. I came in late and don't have any special relationships. This can be considered as a sign of allegiance."
Zhou Ze smiled.
He threw the demon core back to the white fox.
He said,
"I accept your kindness. Take the gift back."
The white fox swallowed the inner core again and said,
"You don't like it?"
Zhou Ze shook his head and said, "I don't need it."
"So negative and desperate?"
Zhou Ze was silent.
The white fox turned around and returned to its favorite corner.
Zhou Ze opened the newspaper again.
He was thinking in his heart.
At this moment.
Lawyer an.
He had gotten what he wanted, right?
If Lawyer an became the King of Equality, a large number of people under the study would naturally be promoted. At the very least, this future was considered to be there.
As the boss, he did not owe them anything.
Outside.
The wind was blowing.
Unlike the warm winds of summer, which made people feel even more anxious, this gust of wind carried a refreshing coolness.
At the door.
The old Daoist appeared.
He was still holding the little monkey in his arms.
He pushed open the door.
The old Daoist walked in.
He first looked at Zhou Ze.
Zhou Ze put down the newspaper.
"Is it done?" Zhou Ze asked.
"It's done," the old Daoist replied.
She was as simple as an auntie selling roujiamo at a roadside stall.
"Two buns."
"Ten yuan."
In the context of the two of them, the position of the Equal King that Lawyer an yearned for was no different from a roujiamo.
Zhou Ze pointed at the wall opposite him and said,
"It's been framed."
The landscape painting that the old Daoist and Lawyer an had brought back to the bookstore had been pasted on the wall by Yingying last night.
It was neither big nor small. The area was just right.
In fact, an ink painting pasted on the wall could add a scholarly aura to the decoration of the study room. After all, this painting was indeed very well painted.
The only drawback was.
Perhaps it was because there was only scenery inside, but no people or things. It was not lively enough and was a little cold.
The old Daoist put the little monkey down and walked to the painting.
The little monkey walked to the white fox's side with a round belly and burped from time to time.
The white fox had a sharp nose. It smelled a terrifying spiritual energy from the burp.
For a moment, its eyes were filled with envy!
In the little monkey's eyes, there was only residual fear and despair.
Yes, the lingzhi immortal medicine that Ksitigarbha had planted for hundreds of years was stuffed into its mouth by the old Daoist. Fortunately, its original body was a demonic monkey and its body was strong. But even so, it was still full.
"If you're not feeling well, you can spit it out. I'll catch it for you."
The white fox said with concern.
At this moment.
The old Daoist suddenly let out a "Heh."
The white fox felt as if it had been electrocuted. Its fur stood on end and it immediately prostrated itself on the ground.
The little monkey burped again. It walked over and hugged the white fox. It glared at the old Daoist.
The old Daoist ignored it.
One had to know.
Just a moment ago.
The old Daoist had been on the top of Mount Tai.
He had killed three giants in a row.
He had forcefully destroyed a ^ (* ̄ (oo) ̄) ^.
Oh no.
He had forcefully pushed a head that could not afford to be peaceful to the position of the King of Equality.
At this moment.
Even if there was still some smoke left on his body.
It was definitely not something that a small white fox could endure.
"I say."
The old Daoist turned around and looked at Zhou Ze.
Zhou Ze put down his coffee and looked at the old Daoist.
"Xuanyuan Sword, it's time to look for you, right?"
"It's my turn."
Zhou Ze had a dream again last night.
The Xuanyuan Sword.
It was already between his eyebrows.
The old Daoist smiled.
"That's really soon."
Zhou Ze did not say anything.
The old Daoist pursed his lips and continued.
"Actually, I was defeated during the battle with Ksitigarbha. I know this very well."
"Oh."
"So, I'm a little hesitant now."
"What are you hesitating about?"
"I'm hesitating about whether I should stay and wait for you to be slashed by the Xuanyuan Sword. Or should I return early to avoid being defeated again."
"It's up to you."
"They'll probably be back tonight."
"So rushed?"
"They still know who the real boss is.
At the very least, before you're killed by the Xuanyuan Sword, they'll still be as obedient as dogs in front of you. "
"I don't like this analogy."
"Oh, I forgot. You guys like to talk about dogs as friends."
With that,
The old Daoist took a few steps back.
He sat down on the sofa.
He said,
"Then I'll wait a little longer."
Zhou Ze smiled.
"Or do you want to see my fate?"
"I won't, I won't."
The old Daoist hurriedly waved his hand.
He continued.
"I'm a timid person. I'm most afraid of seeing blood. I'll panic and my eyes will feel dizzy. In my life, I can't see such a tragic thing."
"Hehe."
"I'll stay and have a meal with you before I leave. At least, I'll give you a toast before you leave."
"Thank you for your kindness."
"It's only right. At least it's fate to accompany you for a while. I can't just watch you leave alone. In this world of the living, when someone leaves, it's still more important to compare the wreaths sent by the big shots in the unit, right?"
"That's right."
"That's right. With me, the Lord of Mount Tai Prefecture, here to send you off, at least it can't be considered shabby, right?"
"I'll make do."
Next,
There was a long silence.
After the silence,
It was the old Daoist's sigh.
It was as if he was asking Zhou Ze.
It was as if he was talking to himself.
He pointed at his nose.
He said,
"I've clearly dodged the Xuanyuan Sword.
But why do I still have the illusion that I've been killed by it? "
— — —
There was still one last Gao Chao. The study room was about to end.
Perhaps it was around the end of the month.