I asked him if there was anything else, and he hesitated and said, "Nothing."

It's strange, as if it's hiding something.

But what is he hiding from me? I don't have any conflict of interest with him.

"Don't you believe me? I continued: "Anyway, you just want a beautiful woman to be your companion, why don't you find someone who is in love with you?" The twisted melon is not sweet, do you think, even if you are buried with this girl, she hates you so much, and she can live well with you? ”

"Also ......"

I heard that he wanted to say "yes", and clapped his hands: "Isn't this enough, I'll deal with it, and I'm satisfied."

Although it is true that the corpse was insulted, but people not only made you a filial son, but also found a cemetery for you to be reburied, and also gave you a marriage to the underworld, this compensation is already very good, I thought that he was also satisfied, so I asked him if he could leave quickly?

In case the toss of the painting dies, the revenge is avenged, but after a mixed slap and two glare, in the end it is still buried empty-handed, which is not worth it at all.

Sure enough, he weighed the pros and cons, and tentatively said: "Since he is a filial son, can he give me ...... every year?"

It's really not enough to swallow an elephant, a accommodation, he thinks he can do whatever he wants, people just carry a banner for you and throw a brazier, you still want people to recognize you as a godfather, worship you every year, this is a bit too much.

For this kind of person, blindly soft is not interesting, and if you can't keep it, you have to kick your nose and face, and you can use both soft and hard, which is the royal way to subdue them.

I coughed and said, "It's a big deal to recognize Godfather, why don't you discuss it with their ancestors and go to the City God Temple to worship?"

That's the threat.

Although the painting is the death of both parents, but he is not jumping out of the cracks in the stones, there is always a clan under the Huangquan Road, if this skeleton blindly asks, the ancestors of their family who paint are not happy, and the fight is a group fight - when the time comes, he will be the one who is at fault, and people will apologize to you and reconcile with you, and you will kick your nose in the face, and you can't say anywhere.

Besides, admitting that your godfather wants to go to the city god temple to burn the seeds, it is equivalent to informing the city god to be a witness for you, and the city god sees that you have engaged in "blackmail", even if you are reasonable at the beginning, but you are not greedy enough, and you have to rely on others for a lifetime, and you will not give you any good fruit to eat.

He was mean, but he wasn't stupid, and he immediately understood what I meant: "Well, it's not necessary, but ...... Women, it's better to give me two, one wife and one concubine, it's a serious one. ”

Roughly estimated, when he died, it was still in the Qing Dynasty, but I didn't think that men had to have three wives and four concubines, and women had to have three obedience and four virtues.

"That's right, I'm advising you, big things into small things, small things into small things." I replied, 'I'll take care of it, and when it's done, you can go.' ’

The scar was silent, and she reluctantly glanced at Sissi again, and told me to find someone who was as beautiful as Sissi, no, she had to be more beautiful than Sissi.

I agreed, only to see the scar move again, and slowly closed its mouth, and a breath of evil followed the shadow under the foot of the bed, like a gecko, and the thorn disappeared.

Sissi breathed a sigh of relief, thanked me, waved my hand and said that this was the way it should be, and at this time, the painter groaned.

As soon as Sissi heard this, she reluctantly glanced at the painting and was about to leave.

I asked her, "You don't want to say goodbye to him?"

"Forget it," she said, shaking her head and smiling sadly, "I'm afraid of scaring him, so I'll say it again...... Let him think that I did this, so that he will not think of me often, and I just hope that he can live well. ”

One person can like another person to this extent, and Qiong Yao's drama is weak.

"I'll never come back."

She said this, and looked at the painter with bright eyes.

Dead people can't cry, and when I look at her expression, I think of the turnip—she used to look at me with the same eyes.

Someone opened the door, and a gust of wind came in, blowing up the curtains, and the moment the white curtains were rolled up, Sissi disappeared with the gust of wind.

"Chiki, are you alright?" It was Xiao Liang who came in, and she cautiously glanced around me, and then she was relieved.

"How did you get in?"

"I've always been a little worried, I'm afraid that you will encounter some danger alone, and you will be restless," Xiao Liang said: "Lu Hengchuan said, the evil thing in the house has left, so I hurried in."

It turned out that when the evil qi went out, he was seen by the dead fish's eyes, and he disarmed me without authorization.

I smiled and said it's okay, in fact, what I usually do is not only dangerous, but also mundane-