"Damn, how can we go back. The man in his thirties cried. "It's not enough for the whole village to raise so much money for us, Baozhu and his father sold all the kidneys to make enough money!"

Li Baozhu was drinking wine in a sullen voice, and his eyes were red.

"I thought of the outside, I saw the world, I can help the village buy some guys, why do you have to replace the black and white TV set at the head of the village?"

The man cried, his feet hanging and his chest shut. "It's all my fault, if I hadn't come out of the Baozhu, then his father wouldn't have sold his kidney!"

"Big cousin. Li Baozhu choked up. "I don't blame you. ”

"Baozhu!" the man said with red eyes and gritted his teeth. "It's okay, I'm going to sell my kidneys too, and I can go back after selling both. ”

Yiyun looked at the food and was silent.

The fists were clenched fiercely.

When will the injustices in this world be settled?

So it is, and so do they.

Thinking like this, he suddenly smelled a hint of burning.

"What's on fire?" he said, looking left and right.

The two who were crying suddenly changed color.

The man suddenly got up and ran out of the door, and as soon as he touched the doorknob, a tongue of fire rolled out from under the door.

"Be careful!"

Yiyun screamed, and the green vitality was immediately retracted, and the man was pulled back.

The next moment, flames engulfed the door and the place where the big man stood.

The big man lay on the ground with a pale face, afraid that even the drunken spirit would be dispelled.

He gasped and glanced at Yiyun gratefully.

And Yiyun, looking at the fire in the sky, fell into deep thought.

Why, with such a strong fire, is there no movement outside?

Why didn't he notice it?

He frowned and before he could finish thinking, there was a woman's scream and a baby's cry next door to them.

"Oh no! his man is at work now!" the man slapped his thigh and glanced at Baozhu. After hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth and stood up, grabbed his shoulder, and snapped. "Baozhu, you take the baby out for me. ”

As he spoke, without waiting for Baozhu to reply, the man lifted a bucket of water and poured it on himself, and rushed into the flames with a roar.

"Big cousin!!" Baozhu's voice changed, he just wanted to rush out with the man, but thinking about the man's voice, he couldn't help but stop. He leaned down and hugged Yiyun, pushed away the clutter outside the glass, kicked the window and jumped down.

As he fell, he hugged Yoshiyun to himself, and then fell to the ground.

Although it is only the second floor, the drop can still be crippled.

Limped and carried Yiyun to a safe place, he patted Yiyun's head, wanted to say something but didn't say it, and finally could only roar.

"Stay good. ”

Then he ran straight to a place where water was delivered. Pick up a bucket of water, rudely tear open the package, and pour the water on himself.

Looking at the apartment engulfed in flames, Li Baozhu roared angrily. limped and rushed into the fire.

"Fuck your mother's eldest cousin, Lao Tzu is not a bad seed! Fuck your mother's kidney!"

The flames licked his body and vanished.

Yiyun didn't say anything. He stood up and patted Kaka.

The figure of one person and one ball disappeared into the noisy crowd in an instant.

...

Carrying a comatose woman on her back and holding a baby in her arms. The charred man pursed his lips and spun around in the fire.

All around were wrapped in flames, and there was no way to escape.

The man grinned, he had only one thought at the moment, and that was to rescue the woman and the child.

Running around like a headless fly, smoke and heat were rapidly stripping him of his body, and finally, he collapsed in a corner.

But he still smiled.

No regrets.

Damn Li Baozhu, Lao Tzu is a hero, although he didn't make it, he is better than a criminal!

Unfortunately, before he could finish his thoughts, a figure with a roar of rage broke through the flames and stumbled to his side. It was Li Baozhu.

"You you..." the man just wanted to scold, but slowly calmed down. He smiled again.

But Li Baozhu was not polite, grabbing the man's collar was a scolding.

"Fuck your mother's eldest cousin, Lao Tzu is not uncommon with your broken kidney, if you want to lose face, let's go back and lose it together!"

The man was furious. "Fuck you, if you don't want to give it to me, get out of here!"

In the flames, a fuck you, fuck your mother, with the sound of wood breaking.

Finally, the two of them choked on the smoke and fell to the ground.

"Baozhu..."

"Huh?"

"My mother is your aunt, you can't do it..."

"Then my mother..."

"Fuck you, let Lao Tzu finish speaking!"

"Fuck you, I won't listen!"

The wooden ceiling of the dome finally couldn't withstand the flames, and it slammed into them with a thud.

However, it did not fall.

The tattered and burning dome was washed into powder by the green vitality, and the flames around it were stagnant by this vitality, and all of them were silently extinguished.

Only remained.

Two angry scoldings.

As well as laughter.

...

Yiyun's body slowly grew larger, he grabbed a piece of clothing and put it on, and looked coldly in a certain direction.

...

A taxi bound for the airport.

Li Tiezheng was looking forward to the wonderful life after going abroad, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

His name is Li Tie, and he is a contractor from Lijia Village.

He and Li Baozhu are serious brothers.

Unfortunately, he didn't know. Waiting at the airport was not a plane, but a smiling female police officer.

In the trunk, the alley filled with cash was gone, and there was a trace of floating green in the confined space.

...

"That's a lot of money. The man looked at the stacks of thick renminbi in his hand and smiled from ear to ear.

"It's a bonus for doing what you do. Yiyun, who was dressed in ill-fitting police uniforms, chuckled at the two.

By this time he had already recovered his twenty-year-old body, and of course the two did not recognize him.

"How can there be so many, why don't you get a stack back?" the man said in broken Mandarin.

Yiyun replied with a smile. "You deserve it. ”

Yes, besides you, there are forty-one other toiling workers.

"Hey, Tiezhu, how much does this cost, how many TVs can I buy?"

"Fuck you, call me my cousin. ”

"Fuck your mother, I said that my mother is your aunt..."

"Fuck you, I didn't say anything!"

"Fuck you, you old thing..."

The figures of the two walked farther and farther away, and Yiyun looked at them and smiled.

"How do you feel?" Ye Qingmei, who was wearing civilian clothes, asked curiously behind him, standing on his chin.

"I don't like to eat fasting and chanting scriptures, I love to kill people and set fires. ”

"The tide of the Qiantang River came in front of the letter. ”

Yiyun shook his head and greeted Ye Qingmei, the spring was bright.

"Now I know that I am me. ”

This poem is written by a monk who sits on wine and meat, kills all the wicked in his life, punishes the evil and promotes the good.

There are villagers who build temples in their seats, and for thousands of years, there is no demon in this place.

His name is Lu Zhishen.

And he is nominally cloudy.

The charm of the world.

I'm a monster clerk.

Here it comes. (To be continued......)