Flying Thunder God of Douluo Continent

Chapter 191 The Vortex of Fate ([-])
At the gate of Wuhun Hall.

Nian Pingsheng stood at the door, looking at the big tree that started to grow green buds, but felt very uncomfortable.

Cao Bailu was standing beside him, talking to him some very important words.

Cao Bailu was asking him to make a decision.

Nian Pingsheng had a hunch that this would be a decision that would affect his life.

However, Nian Pingsheng nodded lightly, and agreed to Cao Bailu without thinking.

In fact, he was about to leave the Wuhun Hall, but just as he stepped out of the gate with his first kick, Cao Bailu stopped him with his second kick.

Cao Bailu called Nian Pingsheng back to the dormitory again, saying that there was something important to discuss.

However, what puzzled Nian Pingsheng was that there was an extra person in the dormitory at some point.

Obviously when he just left, there was no one in the room?It only took a few minutes. . .

And this extra person does not belong to the Wuhundian at all.

The Wuhun Hall is heavily guarded, how can anyone who is not in the hall easily enter?

Nian Pingsheng was careful, he found that Cao Bailu wasn't surprised when he entered the dormitory, so he must have known Cao Bailu acquaintance, so Nian Pingsheng couldn't say much.

In the dormitory, sitting at the desk in the dormitory at some point was a strange young man.

He looked about in his early twenties, but he had a thick mustache, was dressed in serious black silk satin, and his eyes were calm and majestic.

Most importantly, Nian Pingsheng could tell that this person was full of murderous intent.

Cao Bailu coughed, and then said: "Let me introduce, this person is my friend, Chen Miannan."

Nian Pingsheng nodded, he walked forward and extended his hand to Chen Miannan: "Hello, my name is Nian Pingsheng."

But it was strange that Chen Miannan didn't reach out his hand to shake Nian Pingsheng according to the etiquette, he just froze for a moment, then frowned and looked at Cao Bailu.

Faced with this embarrassing situation, Cao Bailu could only helplessly explain to Nian Pingsheng: "My friend really hates Confucian scholars."

"That's it," Nian Pingsheng smiled awkwardly, and retracted his hand that was in mid-air.

Chen Miannan was not polite, nor did he intend to save face for the two of them at all, he still sat on the chair with his legs raised high.

"Twice, I've already smuggled twice," Chen Miannan looked at Cao Bailu, and said, "Fart your fart."

"I didn't call you here to play with you," Cao Bailu said with a serious expression, "We are going to investigate someone now, and we need to form a small team with high execution ability."

"Then go find someone else, why are you looking for me?" Chen Miannan said, standing up, as if preparing to leave.

"I remember, you still have ten days of annual leave." However, Cao Bailu showed a sly smile, "When did you use up your workaholic annual leave? Instead of wasting it, why don't you do something with me?"

"Fuck off," Chen Miannan said without turning his head, "Even if I die, I won't help you anymore in the underworld. Last time I sneaked here, my year-end bonus is gone. I will help you this time. I'm afraid this guy is going to disappear."

"Also, even if I agree to help you, what's the use? This world has its own system of heaven, and my strength is extremely limited when I come here,"

Looking at the resolute Chen Miannan, Cao Bailu didn't know what to say for a while.

Listening to the conversation between the two, Nian Pingsheng felt a little confused.

What smuggling?
What year-end bonus?

What hell?
What are these two talking about?
Cao Bailu then said again: "Listen to the situation first, don't refuse in such a hurry."

"It's like this. There is a person in this world who is a fucking snakeskin fucker. He has plotted against me seven or eight times, and once used Yan Shiqi. I reckon it was Xixuan who smuggled here. Anyway, I can't bear it." No, can you bear it?"

It could be seen that Cao Bailu really hoped that the person in front of him would stay and help.

It's just a pity, the world is unpredictable.

"I can bear it, I really can bear it,"

"Not only can I bear it, but I can't wait for it,"

"I plotted against you seven or eight times? Nonsense, at most twice, the person who has interfered with the world line so many times and is fine, don't say it's me, even if you call Wang Buyu, you can't handle it,"

"Besides, it is not a pity for a person like you to die. If he really dies, then he is still killing harm for the people, and the underworld has to give him an award."

"And to deal with plane smugglers, you are looking for Wang Buyu, why are you looking for me?" Chen Miannan said quietly, "I am a real god, I am just a small assistant, I have a lot of work and no commission, I will blame the leader Back, the mortgage is not paid off, the insurance is bought by myself, but fortunately I don’t have to pay the parking fee, because I don’t have a car at all.”

It turns out that the first judge of the underworld is an ultimate social animal.

"However, it's not impossible to help you. After all, I'm also investigating this person, and I've been investigating for quite a long time." The arguing with Cao Bailu just now was a long-lost chat with an old friend, "But I have a request."

"Say," Cao Bailu gave Chen Miannan a blank look, as if he was very displeased with this kind of fishing behavior.

Chen Miannan looked at Cao Bailu meaningfully, a little reluctant to speak.

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn. Nian Pingsheng could feel it, but he couldn't say it.

The condensed air seemed to block Chen Miannan's mouth, making him reluctant to speak out the words on his lips.

In late winter and early spring, the air is cool.

If the breath is cold, the heart is easy to be cold. This is an eternal truth.

Not long after, Chen Miannan made up his mind and opened his mouth with difficulty.

Those five simple words seemed to exhaust all the strength in Chen Miannan's body.

"Stop begging for death,"

　I was completely out of shape when I wrote this chapter, and the writing was really not very good. Sorry, I will try my best to get back to the state these days. . .

　　Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!happy National Day!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)