The Heavens: From Shooting the Eagle

Chapter 151 The Different Lanruo Temple (for Subscription)
Outside the door, Xiaoyu still refused to leave, begging: "Miss Man, if you don't go, Young Master Ninth will scold me."

Shaman said coldly: "I said, I'm already asleep."

Xiaoyu was about to say something, when suddenly he put a palm on her shoulder, "I have prepared a gift for you, I hope you like it."

Gong Jiu, dressed in white, had a bit of hope on his stern face.

The door opened.

Shaman looked at Gong Jiu who was standing at the door, Xiaoyu had already retreated quietly.

"I'm not interested in your gift."

A smile appeared on Gong Jiu's face, and he turned his palm, revealing an ice flower.

It is summer now, but this flower is carved out of ice, and the transparent petals have not yet begun to melt.

How far away must there be a hoard of ice?

How much effort will it take to send this ice flower here in its entirety?
Besides the ninth son, who else could do such a thing?

He knew that Shaman never valued things outside her body, and he also knew that she was afraid of heat. On this island, there was no ice all year round.

So, he brought this ice flower back.

Shaman said coldly: "I'm sorry, I already have someone I like, and this person is not you."

The smile on Gong Jiu's face gradually disappeared, replaced by a wave of madness and ferocity.

"You like me, or love me, the reason is not clear to others, but you and I know it! What I want, you don't give it, you give it, I don't want it... It's that simple." Sharman stood At the door, with an indifferent expression.

Gong Jiu's eyes became more and more terrifying, and an uncontrollable anger ignited from his chest.

"Take off your clothes!" Gong Jiu shouted coldly.

Shaman shook his head, "I'm not the same now as before..."

That is indeed the case, what she is wearing right now is the plain white dress that wraps herself tightly...

She will never go to the gambling house like the previous dress with only a nightgown wrapped around her small clothes.

Gong Jiu smiled lowly, and with a wave of his left hand, a sharp breath shot out, instantly cutting Shaman's skirt into pieces, revealing his perfect body.

"Look, it's still not the same."

Shaman's eyes became colder and colder, but beneath his fiery body was an extremely cold heart.

Gong Jiu stared at Shaman's body, with madness in his eyes, "Where's the whip! Where is my whip?"

Sharman showed a bit of sarcasm.

This man's masochism is about to explode again...

His breath gradually became heavy, and he growled lowly: "Where is the long whip! Where is it? Except me, no one in the world dares to like you! Whoever likes you, I will kill anyone... No one can save you!"

"Yo Yo Yo, what if she likes the little old man? Did you kill him? How dare you?" A playful voice came from far to near, and arrived at the door in an instant.

Gong Jiu's expression changed, and the madness in his eyes became more and more intense.

Gong Jiu's blood is contaminated with some crazy ingredients. He has the liquid of a poisonous snake, the heart of a fox, the ice and snow in the North Sea, the rocks on the Tianshan Mountains, the bravery of a lion, the fierceness of a jackal, the patience of a camel, and the heart of a human. Clever, plus a ghost from the eighteenth hell.

His character is so complex that it's almost twisted!

Hao Jian actually doesn't hate Gong Jiu, this person is sometimes cute, for example, he often gets lost, keeps his promises, and can't even do simple addition and subtraction.

If you ask him, seventeen out of a hundred people died, how many are left.

He might really find 100 people, kill seventeen, and then lose again to answer.

It can be said that it is wise and stupid, and it can also be said that this is true temperament...

Seeing Hao Jian's appearance, Shaman's expression suddenly became lively, "He's right, I like the little old man, why don't you kill him?"

This was originally a joke to echo Hao Jian, but Gong Jiu had no doubts, dropped the ice flower in his hand, turned around and left with the Chilong Fengxue Sword in hand!
He really intends to kill the little old man!

Hao Jian stared in astonishment at Gong Jiu who disappeared into the night...

This is so... stupid as wise, right?

Can you believe this nonsense?
Sha Manjiao smiled and said: "If it weren't for you, I would never have imagined that it would be so easy to deal with Gong Jiu."

Her clothes have been torn apart by Gong Jiu's true energy, this smile...

Hao Jian glanced at the unobstructed Sharman, "Go and put on your clothes..."

"Don't be shy!" Hao Jian said to his eyes.

Shaman was taken aback for a moment, and then leaned forward and back with a smile...

"Hahahahaha... It seems that you can't control your eyes, so you may not be able to control other positions either!"

The movement was so large that Hao Jian couldn't see it again!
How should I put it, the beauties in the ancient world can show off their bodies without any hesitation. This kind of enthusiasm, initiative and presumptuousness is incomparable in the gold world...

"Woman, you provoke me again and again, and I can't spare you!"

Then, Hao Jian really couldn't hold it this time!

Click till.

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After a while, Hao Jian said, "Have you heard of shouting Mai?"

Shaman said in a daze, "What?"

"I'm drunk with one person, and the drunken pair of sluts; the two eyes follow each other alone, and I only hope that they can return to each other someday..."

……

The clouds gather and the rain breaks.

Shaman lay lazily in Hao Jian's arms, "I said, whoever kills that person for me, I will give it to him once, but you are such a bastard!"

Hao Jian curled his lips and said, "Why am I an asshole?"

"You asked for this all by yourself! I told you, I'm a scumbag, and you post it on your own initiative, then I'll have to walk away..." Hao Jian teased.

Shaman couldn't help but rolled his eyes, "I've seen a lot of scumbags, who are you?"

After a pause, she curled up like a cat again, "Hey, Hao Jian, tell me a story? Don't be sad, I like to hear funny stories."

Hao Jian thought for a while, then said with a smirk, "How about a scary ghost story? This month is dark and windy, so it's very suitable."

Seeing Shaman's changed expression, Hao Jian talked eloquently: "By the way... a long, long time ago, there was a scholar named Ning Caichen who passed a temple called 'Lanruo Temple' on his way to Beijing for the exam... "

"In the temple, a bearded swordsman saw him and told him that the temple is haunted."

"The scholar's face turned pale with fright, and he hurriedly said: 'You don't speak a word! I'm full of righteousness, what kind of evil spirits are I afraid of?' The bearded man was helpless, so he warned him: 'It's okay to stay here, but go in. Don’t turn over the books on the table afterwards.’”

"Why can't you turn the book?" Sharman asked curiously, she was already attracted by this story instinctively...

Scholar, haunted temple, heroic swordsman...

She has already begun to look forward to the next part of the story.

Hey, who is the story?

By the way, do you think this is the serious version of "A Chinese Ghost Story"?

Of course...not anymore!

This is... the bitch version!
Hao Jian continued: "Ning Caichen went upstairs following the guidance of the bearded swordsman, entered the room, and found that there was a book on the table, which was extremely simple. He hesitated again and again, but he still couldn't restrain his curiosity. He thought to himself that the book is the words of a sage, so there is nothing to be afraid of! So, he slowly opened the first page..."

Speaking of this, Sharman held his breath, and hugged Hao Jian's arms tightly, nervous and looking forward to it.

"On the first page, there is a sentence: The evil spirit is already downstairs!"

"Ah!" Sharman screamed, and her delicate body began to tremble, as if there was an evil spirit about to come in outside the door.

Hao Jian's voice became faint, "Ning Caichen hastily turned to the second page, and there was still a sentence on it: The evil spirit is going upstairs."

Sharman has already started to tremble...

"Don't say it, don't say it..." The fierce sister Yu was also frightened.

Hao Jian lowered his voice even more, and said: "Ning Caichen turned to the third page again, and wrote 'the evil spirit is already at your door'!
"

Sharman: "..."

Her face was pale, and she quickly glanced out of the window, and found that there seemed to be a vague figure, and quickly buried her face in Hao Jian's arms, crying.

"Don't say it... please don't say it..."

Hao Jian was unmoved, and his voice became more and more strange, "Ning Caichen was terrified, he didn't dare to turn back...so he turned to the first page, the second page, the third page, the first page, the second page... Page three..."

"After flipping through it countless times, he got nervous...and turned to the fourth page! Guess what he saw?"

Sharman: o((⊙﹏⊙))o.
Hao Jian looked at Shaman's almost fainting expression, and said leisurely: "There is still a sentence on it, which reads: The evil spirit has been exhausted by you! Hahahahahahahahahahaha..."

Sharman: "..."

She took a long breath of relief, "Tired... Tired to death? Why?"

Hao Jian explained with a smile: "He kept turning the first three pages, and the ghost kept going up and down the stairs... and then he was exhausted!"

Shaman finally understood, and burst out laughing...

"You bastard, you scared me to death... Hahahaha, this ghost is so pitiful!" Shaman sat up with a smile, showing his infinitely beautiful upper body.

"Pfft ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha..." A burst of suppressed laughter came from outside the window.

Sharman glanced out the window, the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

There was really a shadow outside the window, standing motionless!

Of course Hao Jian knew the figure outside, the story just now was not for Sharman at all...

"Okay, that's the end of the story! Now, I have to get out..."

Opening the door of the room, Gong Jiu looked straight over, looking at Hao Jian, his face twitched involuntarily.

Originally, Gong Jiu was full of anger, not only was he taught a lesson by the little old man, but when he came back, he just heard the sound of panting inside...

But now, after hearing such a story about Lanruo Temple...

Gong Jiu really couldn't hold back!
"Is it funny?" Hao Jian said with a smile.

Gong Jiu managed to regain his stern demeanor, and said coldly after hearing the words: "It's not funny at all! If you tell me a hundred stories like that just now, I... can no longer care about you and Shaman. "

What the hell!

Hao Jian almost suspected that he had heard it wrong!

Is this still that devil-like Gong Jiu?
It turns out that besides getting lost and being abused... Actually, she also likes listening to cold jokes?

"One hundred is too little... Who do you look down on? I'll tell you a hundred thousand bad jokes!" Hao Jian had an expression of who do you look down on.

"Ten... one hundred thousand?" Gong Jiu's stern expression that he had managed to maintain collapsed again...

"Wait for me for a day, and I will give you a copy of "One Hundred Thousand Bad Jokes" tomorrow night, let you read it once~ enough!" Hao Jian said confidently, "Of course, the condition is...you can no longer interfere with any of Sharman's affairs. Things, don't pester her any more."

Gong Jiu stared at Hao Jian and looked again and again, "Okay, it's a deal!"

Then, Gong Jiu came and left for the third time!
amount……

It can only be said that it really is true temperament!

Shaman was still sitting naked on the bed, and said: "It turns out that I still don't know Gong Jiu enough!"

Hao Jian smiled and said: "It's normal! Looking at the whole world, who knows Gong Jiu, who would tell him a joke? The little old man can, but the little old man can't; other people can say it, but they dare not..."

"Well, you are amazing, you are the emperor...Your Majesty, why are you still standing at the door?" Shaman said.

Hao Jian didn't turn his head back and said, "I'm blowing the air."

Shaman was taken aback again, "What wind is blowing?"

She found that she couldn't keep up with Hao Jian's jumping train of thought.

Hao Jian replied: "There are three kinds of winds in this world, one is light wind and the other is strong wind..."

"What else?" Sharman asked in confusion.

Hao Jian suddenly turned his head and said: "There is also... my Yushu Linfeng!"

Sharman scolded with a smile: "...Get lost!"

"Hey, that's good! I'm retiring, and this resignation will be... for the rest of my life!" Hao Jian smiled cheaply.

This time, Hao Jian really went back.

Sharman stared at the messy room, was stunned for a while, and suddenly burst out laughing.

Smiling and laughing, crystal clear teardrops slid down her cheeks and shattered.

"In this world, is there any girl who can really win your heart? Anyway, my old lady probably doesn't have that kind of luck... But, I finally smell the air of freedom..."

"From now on, I want to start a new life!"

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The long night is finally over.

The next day, Shaman returned to her usual aloofness. She was still stunningly beautiful in her plain face, wearing a light yellow dress, tightly wrapping her delicate body.

When she reappeared in the casino, no matter whether it was Mustache, Suan Xiucai or He Zhizhang, they all clearly felt the change in Sharman.

In the waterside pavilion, the little old man looked at the refreshed Shaman, and sighed leisurely: "It's come back to life...Young...It's so good!"

By the sea, a fast boat braved the wind and waves and left the unnamed island.

There were still only two people on board, Hao Jian and the honest monk.

Shaman did not choose to return to the Central Plains with Hao Jian, "If you think of me someday, you can come to the island to find me!"

"Bodhisattva, Lord Hao, what method did you use to subdue the ninth son?" The honest monk hesitated for a long time, and finally asked what he wanted to know the most.

Almost in front of Gong Jiu, he made friends with Shaman. Not only did he not fight to the death, but he even let Gong Jiu let go of his control over Shaman...

It's incredible!

Hao Jian smiled, "Secret!"

On the side of the island, Gong Jiu, dressed in white, looked at "One Hundred Thousand Bad Jokes" in his hand, flipped through it casually, "Cold jokes, cold jokes, cold jokes..."

Gong Jiu split directly...

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(End of this chapter)