257 disasters fall from the sky

He didn't know whether to stop it or not. To be precise, before he could stop it, the master drifted by like a sleepwalking.

I entered the door like a sleepwalking, and only saw Luo Wen'er like a sleepwalking, drifted to her, and then...

Hu Lun didn't quite understand exactly how everything happened, which made him useless throughout the whole process.

When the master roared, although he was shocked, he was full of excitement, because Luo Wener was so angry that he was going crazy. It was estimated that the two would completely break up this time, which was so good. Moreover, Luo Wener can't blame him. Even if the master wakes up, he can't blame him. Because the master wants to do something, how can I stop him?

But why did the master get angry like this? He knew very well and said "not good" in his heart, and saw the master look at Luo Wen'er's eyes... Although he had been away for so long, it seemed to be charcoal pressed deep by ashes, but he saw a trace of wind, but it burned more hotly.

He was a little panicked and was at a loss for a moment. Fortunately, Luo Wener's anger was enough to destroy the world, and he actually chased them out together with his own strength.

At this moment, he follows his master and doesn't know where he is going. The master was silent, making people unable to figure out what he was thinking.

Hu Lun gritted her teeth and was ready to say something to make the master happy: "Master, when she came out, the Empress sent someone to tell the little one that she had made Sydney soup with her own hands, and this pear soup was going to be made for a whole day, which was good for the master's cough these days. She wanted to ask the master if she had time to drive to Guanju Palace in the evening?"

The Empress Shu likes to cook, which is also very similar to Luo Wener. You should know that the master's dinner has been used in Guanju Palace in the past four months.

Hu Lun was ecstatic when he heard his master speak, but...

"Gone my words and ordered Jing Zhaoyin to immediately seal the beauty of the world!"

Hu Lun was shocked and asked directly, "Why?"

Qian Yumo is speechless.

Hu Lun's brain turned quickly: "Master, isn't it appropriate to do this? Even if it is sealed up, there must be a reason. Her temper must be asking what's going on, in case of trouble..."

"Who dares to hurt her?" Qian Yumo suddenly turned around and his eyes were sharp.

"Others don't dare, but they are afraid of herself..."

He hesitated and couldn't go on, but when he saw that the master's broad shoulders were slightly shocked, he stared at him with hatred for a long time, and then turned around.

The cold weather made him sweat.

He wiped his sleeve and wiped his forehead and caught up with it: "Actually, master, you just saw it. She just... What else do you care about her? Besides, she wouldn't have today without you? It is very kind of you to do this to her. Why did you forget that she is the woman of the general..."

The person in front of him suddenly stopped. At the same time, Hu Lun actually felt murderousness shooting from his oblique top, and immediately suffocated his chest.

This horrible depression was only for a moment, and the people in front of them began to move forward slowly again.

Cold sweat, oozing out.

But he doesn't regret saying this. So, he stepped forward and smiled again: "Master, you see, it's getting late. Should we go back to the palace now? Empress Shufei is still..."

The neck suddenly tightened and the foot immediately left the ground.

Looking back, Lang Hao, who appeared at some point, was holding his neck like a chicken.

"Lang Hao, show up without permission. Do you want to disobey? Why don't you let me go? Let go! Let go..."

Lang Hao's wooden face was not moved at all, as if he didn't hear his cry at all, nor could he feel his struggle. He just looked ahead fixedly: "Can't you see it clearly?"

"You can't see it clearly! You idiot! Put me down, put me down..."

"Papa".

Hu Lun's limbs were bent flat on the ground, making a layer of snow foam.

"Lang Hao, you..."

He only felt that his internal organs had run away, and suddenly remembered what kind of organs the foot acupuncture points Luo Wener mentioned corresponded to. He thought about the unexpected pain of his whole foot, right?

He raised his head hatefully, but saw Lang Hao following Qian Yumo, and the two of them walked forward without returning.

The stingray floats quietly in the wind and gradually melts into the snow...

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Luo Wener stood at the door in a daze and didn't know how long she had been standing. When she turned around and saw everything in the room, the fire that disappeared nowhere burned again.

Tear the pale green gauze curtain that was half dragged on the ground, tear it, and tear it desperately...

However, is she not strong enough or is this curtain also bullying her? She lay softly and lightly in the palm of her hand. No matter how hard she tried, she could not hurt her at all, but she was so angry that her hands trembled.

Sixty bites...

Hearing a crack, the curtain finally pulled open in half. She grabbed the cloth and continued to work hard.

With the crisp cracking sound of cloth, the depression piled up in the chest finally broke out.

There was a ferocious smile on the corners of her lips, constantly tearing, tearing, tearing...

The curtain was finally broken into strips, and she threw it on the ground, stepping hard and stepping on it...

vented, and the anger became even more angry.

She raised her head, looked around, and aimed at the rest of the curtain.

"Zila..."

With the cracking of the cloth, as if something had been torn at the same time, tears finally couldn't help rolling out.

The sleeves wiped their faces randomly and continued to tear, tear...

Everything in front of him has become blurred, and only a monotonous sound is in my ear.

She seemed to be trapped in this monotonous world, so she didn't hear the soft sound of the door, and a person came in carefully...

Meier first looked at her at a loss, and then saw that she was only doing a movement. Her hands trembled violently, but she still refused to put them down. Her tears were like broken beads, but they couldn't cry. Finally, she was afraid.

"Shopkeeper, what's wrong with you? Shopkeeper, you talk..."

In a trance, Luo Wener seemed to hear someone calling her.

She turned her head in a daze and saw a familiar face, crying, as if she wanted to touch herself but did not dare to touch it.

She stared at that face for a long time and suddenly grinned: "It's Mei'er..."

The shopkeeper should have laughed, but how did he laugh so badly? So scary?

"Shopkeeper, don't scare me..."

After all, Mei'er was young. When she saw such strangeness, she immediately cried.

But it made Luo Wener wake up.

She looked at the mess around and the rotten cloth in her hand. Finally, she threw it away and helped Mei Er sit by the bed. I want to comfort you, but I don't know what to say. Do you look like a madman just now?

She subconsciously curled her hair, but heard Mei'er twitching, "Shopkeeper, let's not open this class..."

"Why?" She frowned and suddenly remembered the bastard who had just had a stroke.

"Ms. Mo is not happy..." Mei Er said in a low voice.

"Is he unhappy? Why do you want him to be happy? He is just..."

He will only be happy when he sees the person he likes! Just now, she smelled the smell similar to the fragrance in the goose pear tent, which was stronger and a little more lingering than last time.

Her heart seemed to be pinched by someone, and she couldn't help clenching the bedside.

Mei Er shook her head: "Mr. Mo thinks that the shopkeeper is too hard. He feels sorry for the shopkeeper..."

Heartache?

Luo Wener looked at Meier incredulously, as if she were looking at a foreign object.

But it's not difficult to understand that Mei'er and these people were bought by Mo Xi and wanted to care about him.

Heartache...

Yes, her heart is really hurting now, and her internal organs are hurting!

Mei'er prued the bedboard: "Actually, Mr. Mo is right. The shopkeeper should not abuse himself like this..."

Practice?

Meer, do you speak space language? Why can't I understand a word?

"The shopkeeper, if you let us massage and press our feet, it's all right for us to kneel and kowtow to them, but you shouldn't..." cried again: "My mother heard that the shopkeeper wants to use me as an example and teach them to press their feet, and she has scolded me."

"Zhang's mother...why?"

"My mother said that I am not big or small, noble or humble, and the shopkeeper is kind to me, but I..."

Luo Wener frowned and thought for a long time, and her chaotic heart finally penetrated into the light little by little...

Why did she forget how this space-time is graded? Even in modern society, although everyone is equal and there is a champion in the industry, isn't it high or low in choosing a career?

Everyone wants to be the "govern" person, and no one wants to be trampled on. So far, I'm afraid that many parents will educate their children like this: "If you don't study hard, go..."

If you add this later, I'm afraid it's the worst career in their hearts, right?

And in this time and space, although business is prosperous, it is the lowest profession. Otherwise, although Tianxiang Building's business was booming at the beginning, why didn't a family come to visit?

She once heard Mrs. Zhang say that on New Year's Eve, Wang Shang once ordered dumplings from Tianxianglou to enter the palace, but no family was willing to eat this "low-class people to eat". It was Wang Shang's reason to make Tianxianglou's various food knock on the door of the family.

And this time, she opened a beauty salon again. Although there were many guests, many people flattered her face to face, but said that the industry was cheap. Even if she was also a businessman, they despised her.

She can't say that the ancients were unscure. Even in modern society, when she was in the women's hall, she once listened to customers' rhetoric. Between her words, there were disdain and insults to these beauticians. Now, she has to work on what people think are the dirtiest feet...

She has never had conflicts with Mo Xi, and he has never been angry, but he has never seen him so crazy.

She looked at the mess all over the room, looked at the semi-wet wall, the scattered flowers, the basin on the ground, and the remnants marked "heart" on the wall, and her heart tightened little by little.

Mo Xi...

The door was suddenly knocked open, and Zhao Yi ran in in panic.

"Shopkeeper, go back quickly. There is something wrong with Tianxianglou!"