Zhou Sheng felt sick, and his snot was dripping. The usually thin clothes were replaced by thick cotton jackets, and the materials were all high-quality bear fur, which was very warm. With a scarf made of fiery fox fur around his neck and thick cotton boots under his feet, the whole person looked much bloated.

Squatting by the stove and not wanting to move, the spirit was also very weak, so half a pot of ginger soup was boiled on the stove and brown sugar was added.

When the water boils, it doesn't matter whether the mouth is hot or not, and there is no bowl, just pick up the iron pot that can scald the skin with both hands, and drink it dry.

Grunt

The belly sounded a few times, put the iron pot aside, put his hands on the fire and grilled, feeling the temperature of the flame, Zhou Sheng's godless eyes were much clearer.

Runny nose is very uncomfortable, snot water can't be blocked, and it often flows to the lips, if you accidentally lick it, salty, a little disgusting, but it's not a big deal, add a little salt, and it's not a shame to eat your own snot water. Besides, Zhou Sheng's snot water is also a great tonic elixir, which is worth more than gold.

Outside the house, there was a clattering sound, and the raindrops fell along the eaves into the basin on the doorway, and half of the basin had already received half of the rainwater, but the rain was a little dirty and needed to be boiled before drinking.

"The weather on this dog day, the rain in winter? What a nonsense, God can't lose his temper like this."

Zhou Sheng looked at the continuous rain outside the window, and a trace of worry flashed between his eyebrows. This winter's climate is getting more and more abnormal, and God has a problem!

Who is God? It's the way of heaven, it's the biggest god in this shijie, although it's an artificial god. The way of heaven operates in all aspects. In the tribal era, the way of heaven was weak, the earth was full of fierce beasts, and the flood was monstrous. In the years that followed, the population increased, and the Heavenly Dao absorbed more and more power of faith, becoming more and more powerful, manipulating the power of shijie, extinguishing the flood, turning the sea into mulberry fields, and turning saline-alkali land into fertile fields.

God has no consciousness, but is just a concretization of a rule that rules that sprout in spring, green leaves in summer, harvest fruit in autumn, and snow in winter. But now that it's raining in the winter, it can only be that there is a big problem with the heavens.

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God is just, because it has no wisdom, and therefore no selfishness, and the purpose of its existence is to serve all the intelligent beings of this shijie.

Zhou Sheng pulled the padded jacket on his body, these things are not something he can manage now, this is something that the imperial court should worry about.

"It's raining, I don't know if it's good or bad!"

Zhou Sheng went out with an oil-paper umbrella, he really didn't want to go out, but he had something to do, so he couldn't go out.

On a whim, something had to be solved.

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The raindrops hit the umbrella surface, and the snow on the ground melted by the rain, turning the frozen soil into mud, making the road very difficult to walk. One foot down, the other foot muddy, mud spots stained the boots and trouser legs.

It rained and windy, the rain was slanted by the wind, and the rain flowed down the clothes on the body of the umbrella holder, and the clothes made of the bear fur can be waterproof, which is very haode a little. Otherwise, the clothes are wet and sticky to the body, which is the most annoying.

On a rainy day, there are still many people visiting the Qinglou, Zhou Sheng stood in front of the building again, and the old Tao brought him here last time!

The turtle man pimped, these people are the most eye-catching, when a turtle man saw Zhou Sheng's dirty boots, he was immediately unhappy. Looking at Zhou Sheng's dress again, he trembled slightly, his little face was sallow, and the hairs on his fur clothes were tangled together, and he didn't look like a rich man. Besides, on rainy days, whoever still walks takes a sedan chair to visit the Qinglou.

"Hey, stop, it's full of Persian blankets, you can't step on dirty when you go in, how can you see people, those officials can still take out silver when they see those footprints?"

A drop of rain hit Zhou Sheng's cheeks, cold and cold. I put away the umbrella and let the rain pour down on my head, and I was completely watered.

Zhou Sheng's eyes were fixed on this turtle male, this was a young man, his immature face was a little round, it seemed that he must have often shown a flattering smile, coupled with a hint of anger in his eyes, these characteristics were gathered in a young man, and he was always a little annoying. Especially now that he was still standing on the steps, looking down on Zhou Sheng with a look of disgust.

Zhou Sheng frowned, ignored it, and walked over from the side.

Gu Gong stretched out an arm to wrap around Zhou Sheng, blocked him out, and said coldly: "Boy, don't be bored, you can't get in inside." The girls' bodies are all expensive, and you can't sleep!"

The rain flowed down Zhou Sheng's cheeks, collected on his chin, and finally formed a mixed drop and fell......

In this drop of water, dreamy glass. There are countries, shijie, dignitaries, and peddlers and pawns.

One flower and one shijie, one leaf and one Bodhi. Who can say for sure that there is no shijie in a drop of water that we can't imagine.

The Buddha said that in a bowl of water, there are 30 billion microscopic beings. Before drinking water, go over and over the top. These creatures may also have their own civilization......

"Life, weishenme, you have to be so annoying, weishenme wants to let these deteriorated lives survive in the world!"

An umbrella came out, and the tip of the umbrella was pointed on the throat of the turtle male. Zhou Sheng's hand holding the handle of the umbrella was very steady, looking at the young man's eyes that were wide open before he died, and seeing the unbelievable look in those eyes, he was a little helpless. Some people are going to die, and they will never be able to accept this fact.

"Why...... Kill me?"

This is the young man's words before he died, and then his neck drooped and he lost his breath.

Zhou Sheng withdrew the umbrella, and the young man's body had no support, and fell on the muddy water with a clatter, splashing a small splash.

Hot blood flowed from his neck, and then it was mixed with the rain and became cold. Blood-colored blisters flowed down the water and rushed into the distance, uncomfortably extinguished by the raindrops in the sky.

"Another revenant, I want to kill you, weishenme will be very disgusted with you, because of your looks?"

Zhou Sheng thought about it for a while, but he didn't understand it, and in the end it could only be attributed to his fever and his brain was burning.

"It seems that this high temperature has to go down early, otherwise my brain will be confused, and I don't know how many people will die!"

Zhou Sheng muttered and patted his head.

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Shui'er is a little girl with a hard life. The family members of her convicts were sold into the Qinglou of the Jiaofang Division. Once the eunuchs are unlucky, they are more unfortunate than ordinary people, because many people want to try the feeling that they couldn't think of before......

But she was lucky to meet an old Taoist who likes to listen to music, and her life is good.

The good days didn't last long, Lao Dao died, her backstage collapsed, and misfortune followed. Shui'er was forced by the old bustard to pick up customers, she didn't want to, she wanted to resist, she liked that young man very much, that old apprentice, she wanted to wait for him to redeem her, even if she was small.

The little girl imagined that one day the young man she liked would come and take her out of here on a tall horse, and marry happily under the envious eyes of her companions. The women in the Qinglou are looked down upon, and no one wants to marry them.

She will be a good wife, husband and children, and live a happy life. But it all came to naught. When she becomes as unclean as her companions, no one will marry her, and the young man will dislike her.

"You little hoof, you will serve Ding Gongzi well later, otherwise you will have good fruit to eat", the old bustard next to him chattered. The water was tied to the bed, and the mouth was sealed, so that it could not be screamed.

Ding Dian, this chivalrous and righteous boy who is idle all day long, also has a physiological need to take off his hypocritical mask.

The lewd eyes looked at the struggling beauty on the bed, and a fire of lust burned in his heart.

"It's not budding yet, and the body is clean!"

Wave your hand and let the bustard out, he wants to enjoy it. When the bustard opened the door, the tip of an umbrella stabbed her in the throat again, and a bloody hole was pierced in her neck.

"Puff"

The corpse with residual warmth landed on the ground, Zhou Sheng killed these people with only one move, and the ordinary umbrella in his hand was a killing weapon.

"Who?"

Hearing the sound of the corpse falling to the ground, Ding Dian was startled, shouted, and was about to shout for help when he saw Zhou Sheng, who was dressed in fat, walk in, and couldn't help but settle down. He suffered a loss that day, and he had already inquired about Zhou Sheng clearly, and he was trying to take revenge every two days. The so-called not knowing is terrible, and those who know are not afraid.

As for the dead on the ground, for them it was just a trifle, no bigger than the death of a chicken. Who hasn't had a few lives on their hands!

"It turned out to be you, boy, who was impatient to live and dared to ......"

The tip of the umbrella blocked his next words, Zhou Sheng now just wanted to finish things early, go back and wrap himself in the quilt, and sleep well with the sound of rain outside the door. I don't want to listen to nonsense, so let him go first, and as for the last words, just hold it in my stomach.

Poor Ding Dian just left this shijie with his last words that had not yet been finished.

"There's so much nonsense that I'm not in the mood to listen to it".

With a sweep of her eyes, she shot a few sharp glances, the ropes on the bed broke, the little girl sat up, and when she saw Zhou Sheng, who was a little embarrassed, she laughed and broke her eyes, revealing two small dimples at the corners of her mouth. Although there are no big horses, it is good when people come.

Zhou Sheng smiled and said lightly: "Let's go."

"Hmm!"

The little girl nodded heavily.

In the room, there are only two corpses left, and they may be found soon, but this is no longer Zhou Sheng's business.

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The miserable rain street is heavy rain. Shui'er held an oil-paper umbrella, and when she saw the back of the person who had left in the heavy rain, two lines of tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.

The words I had just spoken echoed in my ears.

"Xiexie you!"

"No thanks, it's just something I promised you......"

"Will you marry me?"

"No, my shijie is not for you. We all have our own shijie existence, and weishenme has to be mixed with each other. Leave a memory, maybe haode......"

"Do you dislike me?"

"No, you're a good girl, get married early and live a good life. My shijie belongs to the lonely starry sky and to all the people on shijie. I want to make my civilization a real civilization. I want my name to be engraved in the history of human evolution. For this, I will fight for the rest of my life!"

At this moment, Zhou Sheng's eyes were so bright, his gaze seemed to penetrate the endless starry sky, and fell on the infinite light years away, the shijie that was there or not, and there may be other intelligent life.

In the universe, it's not just this shijie that is alive, and the boundless universe will always give birth to all kinds of magic.

Zhou Sheng wants to spread his wisdom, his ideals, his courage and brilliance in all intelligent lives, which is a great and noble thing!

Zhou Sheng left a few hundred taels of silver for the little girl, which was enough for her to live in the future. Shui'er held the oil-paper umbrella, felt the residual warmth on the handle of the umbrella, smiled in her heart, watched the back leave, and did not leave slowly until it disappeared.

There is no fate, the fate has been broken, and there is no intention to force it to stay. Just bury this young relationship deep in my heart, this is wine, the longer the time, the stronger the wine. When he reached old age, he guarded his grandson and told him a story about his youth.

This point may be goodbye. When Zaijian met, I don't know what year it was!

Hurt parting!

Fleeting time!

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I didn't see Sister Lan's shop today, the stove was cold, and Zhou Sheng couldn't eat hot noodles.

The rain poured into his neck like this, and Zhou Sheng walked slowly with his hands behind his back. The front is Wenting Street, I don't know how Chu Xuan is?

Walking step by step, stepping on the stagnant water on the ground, the stagnant water bloomed into lotus flowers......

The two men in black quietly approached Zhou Sheng's body, they were first-class assassins, and the assassination methods were unbelievable enough to make people frightened. There is no need to kill with a sword, and the two men in black sprinkled a handful of powder in the rain, and the stagnant water below seemed to have a faint change.

This is the Bone Eater, which is specifically corrosive to the bones of flesh and blood. Zhou Sheng stepped on the stagnant water, and the medicinal power of the bone-eating powder invaded his body, and then was swallowed by the cells. The body functions find that this is a substance that is not good for the body, and before the mind can control it, the body cells themselves automatically expel the medicinal power.

Seeing Zhou Sheng stepping on stagnant water, the two men in black seemed to be able to predict what would happen in the next moment, and were about to step forward to cut off his head and take it back to his life. saw Zhou Sheng grinning at them, and then opened his mouth, and the rain rushed into his mouth.

The lungs had already vibrated in their throats, and in the blink of an eye, they shook tens of thousands of times, and a white water arrow spat out of Zhou Sheng's mouth, penetrating the bodies of the two people.

An arrow pierces two people, and in front of the water arrow, the hard bone is the tofu brain.

Spit out to kill, spit out a sword to kill, for Zhou Sheng, it is not difficult!

Blood flowed from the corpse in the corner, a slight smell of blood, but then it was diluted by the rain.

In the small study, Chu Xuan was sweeping the dust with a feather duster, with a gloomy face, it seemed that there was still no business in the past two days. Seeing that he was fine, Zhou Sheng left and did not show up, as for the wealth of Lao Dao, leave it to him.

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It was raining continuously, and a horse-drawn carriage rowed by. The old groom, dressed in a robe, patted the old man in front of him and stopped the old horse.

got out of the carriage and smiled at the young man who was raining on the street: "This little brother, there is a hot stove in the car, can you go up and warm up?"

"Okay......"

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