Chapter 53 Do You Think You Are Sun Wukong
At that moment, Shen Wangshu thought a lot.
Gu Qingyan looked at Shen Wangshu and answered with certainty: "Yes!"
Shen Wangshu breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, I still borrow it.
Otherwise, she can only work hard to earn merit.
By the way, find a dozen or twenty men with strong luck and take advantage of their luck.
Gu Qingyan's voice was very deep: "I will give it to you, but if something like today happens again, can you discuss it with me in advance?"
He had been worried all night.
"You cooperate with my operation and do a good job of logistical precautions." Shen Wangshu was surprised. "I thought we had a tacit understanding."
Just one sentence made Gu Qingyan unable to maintain a serious expression.
He looked at Shen Wangshu helplessly: "Will there be danger?"
“Not in the short term.”
At most, she would die during childbirth.
"Okay." Gu Qingyan took Shen Wangshu's hand, "But I still hope that next time you can discuss it with me, or just give me a call."
Shen Wangshu nodded and agreed: “Okay.”
“But Mr. Gu, you can also call me.” Shen Wangshu suggested.
Gu Qingyan replied: "I'm afraid of disturbing you."
“It’s okay, come to think of it.” Shen Wangshu looked at Gu Qingyan, “Mr. Gu, I have never received a call from you.”
Very normal tone.
Now that the status of the two has changed, it is Shen Wangshu's turn to "settle the score".
Gu Qingyan took out his cell phone, pressed the shortcut key, and put the phone to his ear.
Shen Wangshu’s phone rang.
Her right hand was held and she could only use her left hand.
I am not very skilled at answering the phone with my left hand.
"Wangshu."
"Um?"
"Next time there's a ghost like this, can you take me with you?" Gu Qingyan was very worried.
Shen Wangshu directly refused: “No!”
What a joke!
If he appears, those ghosts will be gone. The least they can do is to have their souls torn to pieces.
Gu Qingyan pressed on: "Why? I can learn to use the talisman, and I can protect myself from holding you back."
Shen Wangshu nodded and said perfunctorily: “I know, I know. I will take you with me next time if I have the chance.”
After having a midnight snack, washing up and lying on the bed.
Shen Wangshu was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes. She grabbed Gu Qingyan's wrist and said, "Let's sleep here tonight. There are two quilts. I won't cross the line."
Gu Qingyan looked at her dazed face, took a deep breath, and compromised: "Okay."
"Good night." Shen Wangshu threw off the quilt and lay down.
Before falling asleep, she suddenly remembered something.
Never mind, I won’t die anyway.
Shen Wangshu was thinking this, and the next second, her even breathing sounded.
Fall asleep in seconds!
Gu Qingyan checked his packed schedule and finally crossed out two days.
While lying next to Shen Wangshu.
A month ago, Gu Qingyan could never have imagined that he would be sharing a bed with his child's mother a month later.
The key point is that the junction where they were covered with quilts was clearly divided by the 38th parallel.
"Good night, Wangshu."
*
In a rental house.
The paper page is still live.
He has been live streaming for a day.
From the very beginning, he was trying to show off his wealth and gain popularity by attacking Xuan Yue.
Now seeing the room full of men, women, young and old, he was elevated.
People are also stupid.
"hehe."
“I’m fine.”
"Excellent."
“That’s awesome, hahahahahaha.”
The number of comments in the live broadcast room has increased from hundreds of thousands at the beginning to tens of thousands still late at night.
[The host was stunned. He was carried away. Next one.]
[Why did you have to mess with Xuan Yue when you could mess with anyone else? Now you're feeling the effects of yesterday's heavy rain.]
[I have a friend who works at the Meteorological Bureau. He told me that today's weather forecast shows no rain. I guess some kind of magical spell will bring rain during Xuanyue.]
[I don't know if Xuan Yue will accept a disciple. Either he wants to learn the rain-making technique, or he wants to learn some skills to punish evil and promote good.]
[Host, please say something. Why do you look like you're about to cry?]
Zhang Zhiye was almost crying.
Before the rain, his rental house was ordinary.
After the rain, many people appeared one after another and walked into his rental house.
At first he thought these people were his fellow live broadcasters.
As it turned out, these people were all floating in, of all ages, both men and women.
Even the paper page could hear their voices.
An old ghost said, "I saw evil spirits eating ghosts from a distance. Fortunately, there is a shelter here, otherwise an old man like me would be the next one to be eaten."
A female ghost with chains on her feet looked at the talisman on the wall and said, "Oh, this talisman smells so good. It's a pity I can't eat it."
A child cried, "I want my mother, I want my mother."
There was also a grandmother ghost who trembled and cursed: "Damn it! I raised my sons with my own hard work. They are all filial and good sons. But that ghost wanted to take me away. I won't leave. I am willing to be a wild ghost until I see my sons get married."
There was also a male ghost looking at the ceiling and muttering: "I will die with my eyes wide open. I haven't married yet. I wonder if my mother will arrange a ghost marriage for me. Otherwise, I will send her a dream."
Several ghosts came in one after another.
These ghosts are all different.
Talking to oneself.
Others started chatting.
There was even a man holding a bag of mahjong: "Come on, come on, what are you all standing around for? Come and play cards."
They passed through Zhang Zhiye's body and wandered around the rental house unscrupulously.
One of the kids, who looked to be in his teens, crawled into a cabinet covered with paper and started yelling, "This otaku actually has a life-size doll of my goddess. How shameless!"
Then he came out of the cabinet again, stuck close to Zhang Zhiye's face, and slapped Zhang Zhiye's cheek with his hand.
I can't touch it, but there are gusts of cold wind.
"Insulting my goddess, face, stinking face."
Zhang Zhiye looked at the live broadcast room, where he was naturally the only one.
But what he saw was completely different from what was presented in the live broadcast room.
The paper page cried: "I'm fine, sob sob sob."
He no longer dared to speak nonsense to attract attention.
The next day.
The sky was just beginning to turn pale.
The talisman that had been stuck to the head of the bed suddenly turned into ashes and floated in the air.
These ghosts staying in the rental house all have satisfied expressions on their faces, as if they have eaten something delicious.
After the last bit of cigarette was gone, Zhang Zhiye's eyes could no longer see those ghosts.
He has been sitting in his computer chair since nine o'clock last night and hasn't moved a step. He doesn't dare to go to the toilet even though his bladder has exploded.
At this moment, vision returns to the human world.
Zhang Zhiye couldn't hold back any longer and ran out of the house crying.
I rode my electric scooter all the way to the temple.
She knelt down in front of the abbot who was meditating in the temple, crying and shouting, "Master, please accept me!"
The sandalwood seemed to cleanse the soul of the paper, and his nerves, which had been tense all night, relaxed at this moment.
The bladder also relaxes.
The soul is sublimated at this moment.
Zhang Zhiye said to the abbot: "Master, I have realized it."
Then he was kicked out.
Abbot: "How dare you pee in front of the Buddha? Do you think you are Sun Wukong? Get out of here!"
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