Chapter 409 (1/2)

Zhao Zilong of Changshan may not taste good enough. It's better

How about Wu Zixu?

Look up and shout:

”Ho. Old man! I'll take revenge! ”

Well, Wu Zixu's life witnessed the rise and fall of the state of Wu. The tragedy can't be compounded, or

oh How did I change the stage?

no way. When I was with Miss five, I could hear her reciting such dramas from time to time. I was poisoned.

Let's get down to business and think about what's going on. Right now, of course. What's up?

”Shua... Shua...”

It's raining all the time. No one heard my madness. However, it was because no one heard that I found it unbearable.

The thunder and lightning tonight is also very strange. It can last for hours. Does it really match the needs of the plot as written in the text?

Scared. What plot needs such a * thing, no matter.

however. Talking about Wu Zixu, I think of another person. Fan Li.

Well, it's like this.

So what, my current situation. It's like digging out Tao Zhu Gong's Mausoleum under his old house. There are countless treasures in it. Just think, how many objects can Tao Zhu Gong's funeral objects have?

People who are as rich as the enemy can bury anything. After thousands of years, it's unimaginable.

In fact, the pot he used is worth more than 30 million dollars.

So, so, I * get rich.

You understand.

But it didn't last long. Suddenly one day, aunt Tao came to me and formally told me that Tao Zhugong was his ancestor.

Of course, they are all surnamed Tao. It's not impossible;

If my surname is fan, there may be a dispute. The problem now is that my surname is makeup. Therefore, I feel sad.

After all, cultural relics should be handed over to the public or returned to posterity.

But aunt Tao told me again and again that he didn't mean to let me return it; The police uncle didn't come to me, either?

Because it's my old house, no one can confirm whether it's just unearthed or my previous collection. Of course, it may have something else to do with it. Anyway, it didn't come to me.

However, I still feel like plagiarism;

Because I know that those things are not mine, I don't feel real. On this stormy night, I ponder over whether those things should be handed over to the public or returned to the owner.

Maybe it's better to return to the Lord and let them deal with it. ”Life and death have nothing to do with me.” is it more shirking responsibility?

I don't want to let the international cultural relics smugglers focus on robbing money and killing me instead of taking advantage of it;

Or Tao Zhugong would stand by my bed in the middle of the night and mutter:

”You take my things...”

I don't know when the wind stops and the rain stops, but the sky is still so dark. The dreary air in the middle of the night has never dissipated because of the rain, and I can't take care of the sticky wet and dripping water.

When the swing stops, I turn over the vines full of water drops. I wish I could grow in the rain.

Jie Jie stood up quietly and took a step closer to me. Behind the locust tree, behind the jujube tree, there seems to be some sound, not quite like the sound of the wind blowing branches, very strange.

However, I have never been guilty, and I am not afraid of ghosts;

Besides, two hundred meters away is Fuyun temple. No evil spirit dares to do evil under the eyes of Bodhisattva, right?

But the world is changeable. It's really possible. If the evil spirit burns too much incense to the Bodhisattva, burn some paper money to him

Khan, how did Bodhisattva spend the money?

I'm bullshit. Pooh, Pooh, Pooh.

Amitabha, the speaker is innocent

However, the idle talk stops, Jie Jie eyes seem to shine;

Or is it lightning?

When the lightning came on again, Jie Jie's eyes were wide open, and he looked at my direction intensely. The brightness was absolutely not like the reflection of lightning;

It doesn't look at me, it seems to be behind me. What's going on?

There are probably no ghosts in the world; But there are a lot of people pretending to be gods and ghosts. Maybe

”Bang!”

”Boom!”

“……”

There is a way is not a book, Jie Jie suddenly jumped up, straight to me, swing fiercely back swing open.

I haven't had time to be surprised. My body is faster than my brain. I don't have time to think about anything. First, I put out a hand and quickly put my arms around Jie Jie's body, so that he won't fall;

Ear movement, a sharp air breaking sound, in the thunder appears so tiny, but so real. According to legend, bullet marks.

”Woof, woof, woof, woof!”

Jie Jie seems to be scared, or it may be the police, yelling at my back, struggling to get out.

Unfortunately, they are not small, so hard on the swing, but also struggling, swing more and more fierce, we fly together.