A person can have at least a thousand ways to die. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

There are those who are sick and then close their eyes in bed and stare at each other, there are those who can't think of committing suicide in the mood for love, there are those who are running over by car tires while walking on the road, there are those who are inexplicably stabbed and don't even know whose name to report to the abyss of the underworld, there are those who are scared to death by life, there are those who fall into the sewer and call for help and starve to death, there are those who die from monstrous floods and mountain fires, there are those who are eaten and swallowed alive by wild beasts in the jungle, those who have not done anything wrong but are still killed by thunderstorms, and those who are enjoying the stars and are killed by meteorites......

There are all kinds of strange things, and there are no strange things.

Among these thousand ways to die, the vast majority of them will be thrown into the loess long, let it be adopted by heaven and earth, decompose naturally, and finally turn into some element of nature to nourish the grass and trees Qinghua, and after a few years, even the bones are rotten to the slag.

But if you want to chop people alive to make flower fertilizer, it is so cruel that it is a little evil.

It's not something that normal humans can do.

This place is not an ordinary place either.

As Bodhi Zi expected, it is indeed the best camellia in a yard, each with a different scenery, or natural mountain stones, or rockery orchids, or gurgling springs, or carved beams and jade eaves...... Each has its own merits.

In the middle of the courtyard there is an interesting gazebo, surrounded by a pink-white veil that complements the color of most of the camellias, and is not abrupt, but a wonderful scene, behind which a man sits quietly, his face is blurred, but the silhouette of a man with a graceful figure can still be distinguished by light and shadow.

"Well done."

The man's voice, which was not in a hurry, was not happy or sad, came from behind the veil, and if it were not for the coldness of the tone, it could almost be called gentle.

Bodhi subconsciously retorted, almost blurting out.

"Are you crazy?"

As soon as I said it, I realized that this sentence was very inappropriate, if the other party was really crazy, it was simply playing the piano to the cow, if it happened that he was not crazy, it was estimated that he should be angry, and once a perverted person got angry, he would inevitably do more perverted things.

Yang Muqing felt that he was facing a lawsuit, and cold sweat kept coming out of his forehead.

"Hmph."

The man known as "Mr. Ziwu" chuckled softly behind the veil, as if sneering and as if denying.

"I also love camellias, if this stinky skin bag can really cultivate one or two exotic flowers, I don't necessarily have to be reluctant, but does this really work? I don't think ordinary camellia can consume such a complex fertilizer. ”

Bodhizi's seductive appearance made Yang Muqing feel inexplicably that this hurt his eyes, probably because the picture was too discordant, this should be put aside, even if Bodhi Zi died with the other party, he would not go around these some of them, horizontal and vertical, and it was in vain to show some useless tongues.

"You love camellias?"

The figure behind the veil moved, and a soft, magnetic bass voice sounded like a madman, at least not at all.

Bodhizi saw that the other party had opened Chrysostom, and he was overjoyed, and it was good that he was willing to speak, and being willing to speak meant that he still had time to recall the foreshadowing of his grandfather's trouble-solving in the diary of the young Sichun's running account.

"I've always liked flowers and plants, and my favorite ones are camellia and cherry blossoms, and I love camellia more than the two."

"Oh, why?"

The other party seemed to rarely speak, and every word revealed a terrifying message such as "If you say something I don't want to hear, you will die", Bodhizi can even feel that as long as his voice floats out of the veil, the black-clothed man who escorted the two of them here just now is like a little white rabbit close to the tiger's den, trembling non-stop.

This Mr. Ziwu is probably a vicious, ruthless and fickle character.

"Although the cherry blossoms are beautiful, the beauty is poignant, like a beautiful love story, as long as it ushers in a little wind and rain, it will be broken and red all over the ground, making people almost unable to recall the beautiful scene at the beginning, and can only be sad to the desolation. Camellia is different, although the flowers are also very prosperous when they bloom, and the cherry blossoms bloom lively, but they are different temperaments, even if the wind and snow are combined, they can resist one or two, after the cold winter, they are still proud, until the spring of the second year, when they wither, they are also very interesting, most of them are the whole fall, just like a stubborn and narcissistic beauty, until the moment before death, but also to maintain the most beautiful appearance, so that the person who sees the corpse will not be too frightened, nor too sad. ”

Bodhi Zi was like beating chicken blood, and he chattered a lot without stumbling, Yang Muqing couldn't help but be taken aback, and almost looked at Bodhizi, he didn't expect Bodhi Zi to play at a super level, and he was silently ready to fight.

He'll be out anyway, and there's someone waiting for him outside.

Should...... I'm waiting.

Bodhi Zi Chaoyang Muqing threw away a "begging for praise" look, secretly proud in his heart, this call he saw from the grandfather's notebook, all relying on his inhuman memory to read the book here.

"Oh, you remind me of a man."

Mr. Ziwu's voice sounded a little sad and joyful.

When Bodhizi heard this, he immediately became calm.

He patronized and played tricks, and he didn't objectively judge whether the relationship between Master Zu and him was good or bad in advance? If you leave a good impression, you may be able to eat a meal, but with the obscene urine shown by your grandfather in the notebook, I'm afraid it's not much better......

"Whoever you think of, I certainly don't have the slightest relationship with him."

Bodhi shook his hand and set aside the relationship without tactfulness.

Master Zu, you must not take it seriously when you hear it in the spirit of heaven, I am also desperate, and I have encountered a powerful pervert, and I can't accept it.

"Take it down."

Mr. Ziwu's already small curiosity suddenly disappeared without a trace, and the black-clothed men standing solemnly on both sides received instructions and approached step by step with a malicious smile.

"I know Yin Jian! Are you talking about him? ”

Bodhizi remembered that Yin Jian, that is, his ancestral master, had indeed mentioned in an inconspicuous place that as long as he was alone for an hour, he could break through the seal.

If he is chopped into flower fertilizer in three or two strokes, he can't let his three souls and seven spirits go to concentration......

Mr. Ziwu finally stopped calm, stood up stubbornly, lifted the corner of the curtain, and revealed his true face.

"Who are you?"