Chapter 111 Xie Jiumian, do you know how to write moderation?
"Leave." Jiang Huan smiled slightly, tightening her grip on the knife and fork. "I'll take him away."
It's over.
Don't expect to get a good night's sleep tonight.
Xie Jiumian got a satisfactory answer and nodded.
Then forward the Weibo post to Assistant Niu.
PS: Get rid of it.
Elsewhere, Jiang Yaobai, whose Weibo account had been hacked overnight and many ugly photos of him had been posted, screamed in his room, "Who! Who hacked my Weibo account! And posted ugly photos of me!!! Ahhhh my lifelong reputation!!!"
At the celebration banquet, a group of people had a great time.
Jiang Huan took one last look at the group of people and sighed.
Too bad, she still has revenge to take.
Otherwise, I really want to have a lot of fun with them here!
"Xie Jiumian." Jiang Huan sneaked out and tugged at his sleeve: "Turn on the abuse value. Today is the day of my revenge!"
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Temple.
The renovated temple is majestic and shimmering with golden light.
"Is there any news about the stagnation of the evildoer's torture value? It has been stuck for three months, how come there is no movement?" the presiding judge asked urgently.
That evil creature has a lot of little tricks up his sleeve, and he won't behave himself even if all his memories are blocked.
Three months ago, her abuse value suddenly and strangely skyrocketed. I thought she would complete her service early, but suddenly it stopped increasing at all!
There is definitely something fishy here!
But he sent several waves of people to investigate, but all ended in failure.
Today’s is already the tenth wave!
Once he figured out what was going on, he would definitely deal with that evil spirit! The evil spirit should stay where she belongs and stop coveting things that don't belong to her!
"Oh no, Judge! Something terrible is happening!"
The missioner suddenly broke into the meeting room.
The presiding judge looked unhappy. "What's the matter? You've been so flustered all day!"
"Yes! It's Jiang Huan who's attacking! She's attacking the temple!"
The presiding judge exploded and stood up quickly, "How many people?!"
The tasker held up two fingers truthfully, "Two!"
The presiding judge breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, just two, what's the big deal..."
"The other one is the Judgment System, 009." The tasker suddenly said, "And the evil spirit key has been stolen. Jiang Huan can now transform into an evil spirit."
"What...what?!" The presiding judge heard a roar in his ears, felt dizzy and was about to fall down.
The tasker quickly caught him and said, "Don't be so anxious to faint. How can you play if you faint?"
He pinched the presiding judge's philtrum violently.
The presiding judge thought it was hallucination.
What time is it! What time is it! Still thinking about playing!
He complained in his heart and tried hard to lift his eyelids to see which salesperson it was.
Finally, Jiang Huan took off her hat and laughed, "Hey, Lao Deng, did you miss me?"
After she finished speaking, she transformed into black gas, sweeping across the entire hall.
The unbridled laughter was pervasive, instantly bringing back all the horrific memories of the past.
Presiding Judge: ??? !!! !!!
"ah!!!!!"
All the task force members stood up and screamed, shaking the roof.
"The devil is back! The devil is back!"
Some people were shouting and running around.
What is scary is not only the devil Jiang Huan, but also another nightmare of the entire temple, the Judgment System No. 009.
Xie Jiumian blocked the doorway and smiled, "Hey, why are you running?"
"Ah! Help! They are having an affair, we are finished!" someone cried.
The presiding judge saw the man and said with a sullen face, "009, as the judge system, how could you let her go?"
"My master, I will indulge her whenever I want." Xie Jiumian was calm and composed, his expression unchanged. "She is happy today and wants to take down the temple. Of course I have to accompany her."
The presiding judge collapsed, trying to suppress the trembling in his voice. "How dare you! What nonsense are you talking about! Do you even know who you are?!"
Xie Jiumian seemed to have heard a joke. A cold light flashed in his dark eyes and his voice was icy: "Judge, you have been here for too long. Do you really think you are the master of the temple?"
Ten thousand years ago, the master of the temple passed away and was reincarnated into the mortal world.
The only personal artifact he left behind was a chip that held a part of his soul.
The evil spirit was born, and no one could restrain her.
That chip was brought out and made into the highest-level trial system in the world of trial.
He is an advanced judgment system, and if you really want to say it, he is also another incarnation of the temple master.
Xie Jiumian stared at the person on the ground with a meaningful smile.
The presiding judge shuddered.
The secret hidden in the heart was like a fig leaf being unveiled.
He actually knew everything!
"Why waste your time talking to him? Let's kill him!" Jiang Huan flew over and kicked him without hesitation.
Damn Lao Deng, he trapped her for so many years! He must be hung up and beaten!
All the people involved who wanted to escape at the scene were arrested by Jiang Huan as if teasing them.
As soon as she arrived, she sat on the main seat in the temple that had been ignored for many years and took out the dusty history of the temple.
Turning to the chapter on evil spirits, she was amazed at the record about her.
These guys are really fucking shady.
She treated the dogs for dermatitis and shaved their fur, and they accused her of abusing living creatures.
She beat up the pervert and called him an ugly bitch, and they remembered her as a bully.
She was allergic to cilantro and picked on the cilantro, and they remembered her as having a picky, nitpicking taste bud.
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The more Jiang Huan looked at her teeth, the more itchy they became.
He swung the brush that he had originally intended to use to make revisions, and tore the half of the record book that was opened for her into pieces.
They've been spreading rumors about her for thousands of years, and this time it's not even a warning!
She looked back at the old white-feathered turtledoves and was so angry that she burned their white feathers with fire.
The people who were hallucinating were so scared that they rolled around on the ground screaming.
Jiang Huan then opened the records of other evil spirits.
We can get a glimpse of this from those biased records.
When she was angry, she kicked Xie Jiumian as well.
"That's a good job by the judges." Jiang Huan shook the temple history and raised her voice.
Xie Jiumian made a promise, "Cooperate with the rectification, and it's up to you."
He was indeed negligent in this matter.
Although the other evil spirits had nothing to do with him, he would accompany Ah Huan in doing whatever she wanted to do.
Jiang Huan picked up her pen to rewrite the history of the temple.
Evil spirits with minor crimes may be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment, but their sentences can be reduced through transformation in the small world.
Only those who have committed extremely heinous crimes will be sentenced to death directly, with the chance of avoiding the sin of reincarnation.
The new order of evil spirits was issued, and there was cheering in the Judgment Purgatory.
To this end, Jiang Huan was busy for a while. She used all existing technical means to identify the spirit of each evil spirit.
Good evil and bad evil, when it comes to her later, she can distinguish them with just a flick of her fingers.
The judge's group of arrogant, selfish and extremely prejudiced superiors had their spiritual roots interrupted, and were exiled to the animal realm one by one with their memories and prejudiced systems. They were born with the mission of the pigs back then.
After finishing all this, the depression that had been blocking Jiang Huan's heart finally dissipated.
He also had a more favorable attitude towards Xie Jiumian.
A long chant was played, inviting: "Do it, Your Excellency the Judge?"
Xie Jiumian tugged at his tie, his eyes deep, "Okay."
Jiang Huan's heartbeat quickened after a long time.
Hiss, don’t mention it, there is really a sense of taboo in the office.
Wait... he's not really going to be here?!
After a while.
The office desks were cleared.
The ground was littered with messy file bags, skirts, trousers, and ties...
The white little hand stretched out from the table, struggled for a moment, and was then covered by another big hand and grabbed back.
Jiang Huan stared at the ceiling, wanting to cry but unable to. "Xie Jiumian, do you know how to write moderation?"
"I don't know, master, can you teach me?" The man licked the tip of his tongue.
That handsome face, flushed due to lack of oxygen, was even more attractive.
Jiang Huan swallowed.
Then came the despairing discovery.
Damn, this person... really has the capital to be unrestrained.
How come the days from now on will be both happy and miserable?
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