Would you like to eat some fruit? You seem to be very thirsty," Luo Quanjun asked with a smile.

Luo Ruoya didn't know that she was deliberately laughing at herself, so she couldn't help pouting and said, "Sister Jun, you hate it very much." ”

"Why am I annoyed? You said you wanted to go out, but I didn't stop you, what else do you want? Do you want me to send you to Mr. Zhou's bed with my own hands, and close the door for you by the way?" Luo Quanjun took a bite of the apple, the sweet and juicy flesh tasted completely different from ordinary apples. The pulp seems to be directly turned into juice, and the aroma rushes straight to the brain, and then runs down the nasal cavity into the trachea, and then burrows into all parts of the body.

It makes people involuntarily fluttering, as if they are driving the clouds.

It may be an exaggeration to say that you can eat an apple that seems to float in the sky, but it is true.

Otherwise, with Luo Quanjun's picky character, where would he think that Zhou Rui would sell hundreds of apples cheaply.

Luo Ruoya pouted dissatisfiedly, what do you mean by not stopping, you just know that I can't get out!

Thinking of this, she ran to Luo Quanjun hatefully, picked up a plate of fruits, and said with bared teeth: "Don't eat it, how much have you eaten! I don't know if I have left some for me." ”

Luo Quanjun couldn't help but roll his eyes, too lazy to pay attention to her again.

Say you don't eat fruit, it's you who want to go out shopping, and it's you who says you won't keep it.

This aunt, she can't wait.

When Luo Ruoya and Luo Quanjun were arguing over fruits, somewhere in Qingzhou, Bai Minglan stood in front of the ruins, her eyes looking very indifferent.

This ruin, naturally, is the original small temple.

I don't know why, Qingzhou City has not taken care of this ruin, perhaps because the temple belongs to the territory of the Buddhist Association. But the problem is that the Buddhist Association doesn't care either.

Originally, there were not many people coming to the small temple, but now the temple has fallen, the old monks are gone, and the monks are too lazy to come. Nothing but the occasional wild dog passing by in the vicinity, and the roaring machines and trucks.

Bai Minglan came here and stared at the ruins for a long time, not knowing what she was looking at.

After a while, the white paper fan in her hand opened a third and waved it casually towards the ruins.

Above the ruins, the breeze gradually rose, and in the next second, it was as sharp as a knife.

Even more than 100 meters away, the construction site that originally belonged to the White Tower Temple, the whistling wind made the workers feel as if they had been cut by a knife. While cursing the thief, they pressed the helmets on their heads and ran quickly towards the place where all kinds of materials were stored.

The sudden wind made them have to fix the materials as soon as possible, otherwise they would blow everywhere, and it would be easy to have accidents, not to mention, and if they turned around and let the leaders see it, they would have to be scolded and fined.

It is not easy for people who work now to get their own wages, and no matter what they do, they must be careful and careful.

Even construction sites are becoming more and more demanding.

For the times, this is an improvement, but for the workers, it is more tiring.

Bai Minglan didn't care about the troubles of others.

She is the master bookkeeper, she doesn't care about human life, where does she care about the emotions of the living?

In the strong wind, the ruins of the small temple seemed to be blown over.

A large amount of garbage was blown away, and she stepped forward, and the ruins continued to be lifted to form a path.

If this unbelievable picture were to be seen by others, they would surely exclaim in fright.

But Bai Minglan didn't show anything unusual, she walked coldly to the position that originally belonged to the statue of the god.

The idols of the gods there were all destroyed, and they were either burned to slag or smashed to pieces.

The soul of the old monk was also wiped out by Zhou Rui, and it was empty and of no value.

However, since Bai Minglan came here, she must have a special purpose.

I saw her pick up the paper fan again and fan it against the position of the broken Buddha statue.

In an instant, the Buddha statue seemed to come to life.

The wind swept through everything, forming a small tornado in front of her. All kinds of Buddha statue fragments were mixed in it, and gradually, it actually formed the appearance of a human face.

It's just that this broken human face looks so painful.

Bai Minglan's eyes were even colder, her paper fan fanned for the third time, and the wind was louder.

Not far away, on the construction site of Baitaguan, the iron houses were blown over, and the workers looked around in fear, wondering why such a strong wind suddenly blew, could it be a typhoon?

But Qingzhou is far away from the coast, and I haven't heard of any strong typhoons recently.

Even the coast is very quiet, where does this wind come from in Qingzhou, which is inland?

The sky was overcast, and a swirling cloud pressed down, obscuring the sky.

It was originally a dark night, but now it is even darker, and I can't see my fingers.

Bai Minglan snorted coldly, and let out a soft cry from her mouth: "It's not out yet!"

I saw a vague shadow emerge from the air with great difficulty, and the way it appeared was so strange that it was completely incomprehensible in a normal way.

Bai Minglan seemed to feel that the speed at which the shadow came out was a little slow, so she directly reached out and grabbed the shadow and pulled it over.

The already vague black shadow was deformed by her, and part of her body even dissipated directly.

Its facial features were wide open, as if in pain.

"Is there anything more painful than being in hell?" Bai Minglan said coldly: "I will send you a decree today to do your unfinished business!"

As she spoke, she threw the black shadow out, closed the paper fan, and whipped it directly.

The black shadow had no room for resistance, and was drawn into the human face formed by the fragments of the Buddha statue.

The human face writhed strangely, and it didn't take long for it to scatter on the ground with a "bang".

And the black shadow has disappeared nowhere.

After doing all this, Bai Minglan put the paper fan back in her pocket and turned away without looking back.

She's here, just to do it.

Now that it's done, this ruin has no other value.

Without the fan of the paper fan, and without Bai Minglan as the main book, the wind gradually stopped. The road in the small temple was lined with rubble and garbage falling down, completely covering the road tracks. Even if it is reopened, it is impossible to see any more clues.

Not long after Bai Minglan left, a man in black also arrived.

He looked at the ruins of the small temple, and after a while, suddenly turned away.

I don't know when, Bai Minglan, who should have been far away from here, actually came back.

The man in black seemed a little surprised, then smiled slightly and said, "You ......"

As soon as he said one word, his pupils shrank and he immediately pulled back. The wooden box in his hand was directly blocked in his chest, and he only heard a "bang" sound, and his whole person was knocked out and plunged into the ruins of the small temple, making a loud noise.

Fortunately, the workers at the construction site are still busy cleaning up the mess blown by the wind just now, and they don't notice this.

Bai Minglan took her hand back, and the paper fan was also put into her pocket. In an instant just now, she crossed a distance of more than ten meters and directly attacked the man in black.

The other party should not have expected that she would suddenly launch a sneak attack, so that she suffered a big loss.

There was a commotion on the other side of the ruins, and the man stood up from the broken bricks, his face and eyes a little heavy.

The wooden box around his waist had been opened for the most part, revealing the gourd inside. The gourd flickered with a faint red light, as if it was about to erupt flames that even the master book could not resist at any moment.

"Are you looking for death?" the man in black asked in a deep voice.

He does have a certain fear of Bai Minglan, but if he really fights, he believes that he can still win.

It's just that if he wants Zhou Rui to die, he can't do it himself, so he can only let a master like Bai Minglan do it. If it weren't for that, how could this master book live in Qingzhou for so long?

Bai Minglan looked at him coldly and said, "Whether I'm looking for death or not, you don't count." However, if you follow me like this next time, maybe I'll let you know what it means to find death first!"

As a very proud master book, Bai Minglan doesn't like to be followed, especially this living person who clearly wants to take advantage of her.

Those who dare to approach themselves should be damned, let alone want to use her as a gunman?

It's just that Bai Minglan also knows that her strength in Qingzhou is limited, and although the power of the paper fan is strong, the other party also holds a powerful treasure.

In the case of the two canceling out, it is difficult to say whether he is still the opponent of that person.

This is not Baijiang City, if it is Baijiang City, the man in black will not have the opportunity to talk so much nonsense.

The main book that can be mentioned by Tian Feifei on his own initiative, a master book who has the strength to be promoted to the king of the mansion many years ago, how can it be so easy to bully?

The man in black seemed to see what Bai Minglan meant, and this blow was just a warning to him. It can also be understood as just trying to save some face, not really wanting to go to war.

Otherwise, Bai Minglan wouldn't have just used a paper fan to fly him out.

The power of the fan when it is opened is definitely much stronger than when it is closed.

After saying the previous sentence, Bai Minglan didn't stay any longer, and turned around and left directly.

Looking at her back as she left, the man in black could clearly feel the disdain for him.

His eyes were even more gloomy, and he left Baijiang City, how dare you be so arrogant?

A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the man in black had already made up his mind in his heart, even if Bai Minglan really helped him do that, she would definitely die!

None of those who dare to insult themselves can live!

Yes, the back that Bai Minglan left him was an insult.

Only by completely despising the opponent will one dare to turn his back to the enemy.

Silent provocation!

A battle in the dark, with an abrupt start and a very fast end.

After a short battle, Qingzhou remained peaceful.

There was no mischief, and Qiu Shilong and the others even began to feel a little uncomfortable.

Although they didn't know about the existence of Yin Difference, some time ago, people died in a row, which made several people anxious.

It's better now, drink tea every day and get off work.

Thinking of the days when he wrote the report, Qiu Shilong's hair was about to be caught bald.