Chapter 29 Don't Wake Up

Office of the Chairman of the Standing Committee of the People's *.

"Oh, so, it may really be spiritual, otherwise how could it take the initiative to enter the reincarnation pool and throw into the world after escaping?" The kind and kind uncle Dizang put down the documents in his hand and looked at Mimi in front of him with soft eyes without any blame.

"However, as the spirit of the three-life stone, if it is reincarnated, as long as it is willing, it will not be limited by the law of time and space, which will definitely disturb cause and effect! It's all my fault, and I actually let it run away during the escort." Mimi's face was full of self-reproach and worried.

"Mimi! With your talent, can't you find out where it is going? Di Zang doubted that he knew well about Mimi's talent. It's really not much that she wanted to know but couldn't know anything from ancient and modern times. But why can't even she find its exact whereabouts?

"Well, Lord Dizang, can I keep a little secret..." Hearing the meaning of Dizang's words, thinking of the reason, Mimi's refined temperament instantly faded, like a shy little daughter's house, two red clouds floated on the jade flowery face, and her eyes flashed with her head down. Uneasy.

Dizang took a look at Mimi, and his heart was clear. I'm afraid that this girl's spring heart was rippling, but what time did this start? Who do you like again? How could I not notice anything before? This girl is okay, even I hide it tightly. Well, we must find a way to figure this out! However, Nizi, it's okay if she has a favorite person. Why does her ability decline sharply? This question is so weird!

Of course, as a famous Bodhisattva in the three worlds and the controller of the highest power in the world, this bad taste will never be found on people's face. Therefore, Dizang's eyes looking at Mimi are still so kind and kind, like a father looking at his daughter lovingly...

"Uh! Mimi, of course. As long as you don't want to say it, I will never ask more questions. Our hell also talks about human rights and freedom of speech. Di Zang said with a serious face and very righteously. I almost didn't move Mimi with tears in my eyes, and on impulse, I almost said what my little daughter was thinking. Fortunately, I finally held back and didn't cry or talk nonsense.

"That's right, I asked you to go to the world a while ago to trace the details of the extra 'war spirit'. How's it going?" After a long time, Di Zang finally remembered that there were still serious things to discuss.

"I can't find his trace. I don't know how he did it. I can't even know his whereabouts." At this time, Mimi returned to her usual refined temperament, and her tone returned to the usual coldness.

"Well... I don't know what's going on. Why have so many brain-wounding things suddenly appeared in the world recently? Is it really going to change?" Di Zang held his chin and said to himself. Although the voice was soft, it was still heard by Mimi, and Mimi's heart was shocked! Is the world really going to change again? Then what will happen to him...

" By the way, Mimi, will you have your performance at the Huangquan Theatre tonight?" Di Zang suddenly thought of this, and his heart was jealous and his tone was sour. In those years, I made a grand wish and vowed to cross the Yellow Spring! As a result, no matter how hard they advised and taught, the group of stubborn hell demons who had long been used to using the oil pan as a sauna and went to the knife mountain as a massage were ignored.

However, since Mimi decided to hold regular concerts in hell and announced that all guilty souls can only get a ticket if the "good and evil" is increased by 1,000. After that, the group of scum in the 18th floor of hell cried and shouted that they wanted to change their hearts and become ghosts again. They just wanted to get a ticket at Mimi's solo concert. It didn't matter what was reincarnation or reincarnation. As long as you can see the beauty of rice, smell the wonderful sound of rice, and dry up the bottom of the prison in the 18th floor of hell...

What is the concept of increasing the degree of good and evil by one thousand? OUT, it is said that saving a person's life is better than building a seven-level buoy, and if it is good and evil, saving a person's life can improve 180 points.

"Well, yes. I hope Lord Dizang can come to support me at that time. Mimi is looking forward to it!" Mimi's words are sincere, but why does Dizang feel uncomfortable in his ears?

"Which time I went to support you was not the time when I had the least sense of existence in hell." The ground is hidden in my heart and complains...

After a 500CC hanging needle, Zhao Jin finally woke up. The difference from the drunken death just now is that it doesn't need to be supported, and it won't slide from the chair to the floor.

Zhao Jin, who just woke up, obviously couldn't figure out the current situation. He rubbed his haggard face and shouted, "Where's the wine? Where's the wine, waiter? Why don't you serve me wine!" When Ling Ying saw him like this, her heart trembled inexplicably and there was a sad feeling. What kind of blow can make people like this!

Zhao Jin shouted a few times. Seeing that no one paid attention to him, he staggered up and was about to go out, with a needle in his hand that had not been pulled down. Yue Zun went to the nurse's desk to find someone to draw a needle for Zhao Jin, which was beyond the reach of the whip. Ling Ying is anxious in her eyes! No longer caring about the defense of men and women, he came forward to help him and gently comforted him to sit down for a while. But Zhao Jinren woke up, but the wine hadn't woken up yet. He couldn't hear it. As a result, one wanted to leave, the other wanted to stop him, and he was deadlocked.

Yue Zun saw the situation here at the nurse's desk and hurried over and pressed Zhao Jin to Qiang on the chair. Of course, he still comforts with a good voice. People are so depressed, don't they have to understand it?

"Ren me go! I want to drink! Let go of me..." Zhao Jin shouted hysterically, waking up many patients who had fallen asleep. People looked at him inexplicably and almost cursed loudly.

Ling Ying saw that she shocked others and quickly apologized to everyone for Zhao Jin, which calmed down a disturbance. At this time, the nurse came and frowned when she saw Zhao Jin's drunken appearance. No one liked the drunkard, and the nurse did not like it. What's more, looking at Zhao Jin's dancing, the originally simple work has also become a difficult action.

Finally, Yue Zun pressed Zhao Jin's body, and Ling Ying restrained his arm with a needle to complete this action in the nurse's contemptuous eyes. During this period, the nurse's little foot was also kicked, and she was very angry.

Helping Zhao into and out of the hospital, Yue Zun was confused again. He thought he couldn't let him lead the way home by himself. And he has only been to his house once, and his memory is very vague. If you look for it slowly, you may still be able to find it, but is it suitable to drag this guy?

told Ling Ying what she thought in her heart. Ling Ying pondered for a long time and said, "Why don't we find a hotel nearby and stay in a hotel at night?" After saying that, he found that there seemed to be discrimination in his words, and he lowered his head shyly, stared at his toes, thinking to himself, shouldn't people think wrong? However, I remember that although people are usually dedicated, they also peek at beautiful women when shopping, and I am a little lack of confidence.

Yue Zun didn't think much about it. After all, he has been working all day today, and there is no such spirit to bite the text. However, this is also temporary. After finding a hotel and opening two rooms, she began to hesitate about who to sleep with at night. On the one hand, there is a drunkard who seems to need care very much, and on the other hand, there is a girlfriend who has been in love for a long time. It seems that the drunken ghost is a little beast to accompany his girlfriend, but on the contrary, it seems to be worse than a beast again... Egg pain!

The night is actually quite short, and it will pass as soon as you close your eyes. The next morning, the sky was bright, and Yue Zun was woken up. Zhao Jin woke up and woke up. He found himself in a strange guest room with another ** lying on a strange man. Naturally, he had to call people up and ask clearly.

Seeing Yue Zun's face clearly, Zhao Jin felt that he was a little familiar with him, but he still couldn't remember it. I had to ask in a questionable tone, "Excuse me, who are you?" Why am I here?

Yue Zun just woke up, his eyes were relaxed, and his brain was still a little confused. Hearing someone talking to him, I was excited. Thinking of the current situation, I woke up. He quickly replied, "I'm Yue Zun. Do you remember Brother Zhao? A few months ago, I accompanied my cousin, the red-haired guy, to see your wife, uh-huh! At that time, I was still holding a cat.

After this reminder, Zhao Jin immediately remembered that after all, it was too ridiculous to visit patients with pets, and everyone could be impressed. Oh, so, I drank too much last night and was bumped into you, so you brought me here, right? Thank you."

"Ah! Brother Zhao is too polite to say thank you. You are so drunk that you can't watch you sleep until dawn on the road. By the way, Brother Zhao, how is your sister-in-law now? Yue Zun did it on purpose. He really wants to know Zhang Chunhua's current situation. Shangri-La can't go. I guess if he goes, he will throw himself into the trap. The ghost king will never let him go again. So the rest can only learn some side information from Zhao Jin.

As soon as Yue Zun mentioned his wife, Zhao Jin's sad face was even more sad, and even the air seemed to be filled with sad elements, and even Yue Zun was almost infected.

"Do you have any cigarettes?" I touched all the pockets in my clothes and trousers, but I couldn't find them. I guess he fell somewhere when he was drunk last night. Zhao Jin asked Yue Zun for a cigarette. Fortunately, Yue Zun also smokes. Although he doesn't smoke fiercely, he is naturally well-prepared.

I took the soft shell Lan Liqun handed over by Yue Zun, took the matchbox on the bedside table, took out a scratch, lit the front end of the cigarette in his mouth, and then blew the match in his hand, threw the extinguished match into the ashtray, and then sat on the edge of the bed, frowned and took a deep breath, exhaled a stream of white smoke. His eyes stared at the exhaled smoke and changed into various shapes in the air...

Yue Zun turned his head against the head of the bed and looked at Zhao Jin quietly. He also took out a cigarette and slowly sipped it, waiting patiently for Zhao Jin to speak.