Gentleman Wushuang of Douluo Continent

Chapter 202 Dreaming Back to Bai Country, Xiaohua Xiaojiu (8)

Two years later, in the only mechanical battalion in the capital.

In the account of the military division.

"Ghost Army Master, I have your letter."

Hearing the sound from outside, Gui Laojiu put away the gold-plated eleven kills that he had made half a year ago and hadn't really touched it, but he didn't know how many times he wiped it.

Go around the table and put on the mask of green face and fangs.

After sitting on the chair, he subconsciously glanced at the Magnolia placed on the left side of the table, and said silently in his heart, another person came.

After waiting for a long time, he did not receive a response. He took a breath habitually, put away the slight sadness in his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth, and said to the people outside.

"Come in."

When the people outside heard the words, according to the rules in the camp, they lowered their heads and walked in rattling, presenting an unopened letter.

Seeing this, Gui Laojiu leaned forward and glanced at it quietly, and saw the four big characters "Jiuge Dear Brother" written on it with immature strokes, and then got up to take the envelope.

Looking at the little soldier who was still waiting for news, he gently waved his hand to let him go down.

After the person left, he didn't read the letter immediately, but picked up the watering pot on the right, and said to himself while watering.

"Xiaohua, I've been rowing for so long, it's time to collect the net. Xiaohua, will you watch me silently? Will you be angry because of what I have done?"

"If you see it, you will definitely be angry. Be angry. It's good to be angry. If you are angry, at least you will be alive. I haven't seen you angry for almost two years."

"What's more, it will probably take me a month to go back and forth. I don't feel relieved if I leave you to someone else to take care of me. I will take you with me."

"But don't worry, I know you don't like excitement. When you go out, I will put you in the ring on the way, and I will take you out to water every day."

"It's almost time, we should go."

After saying the last sentence, Gui Laojiu waved his hand, put the white magnolia into the ring, straightened his clothes, took the letter with white paper and red seal in black and white, and walked out of the army division's account.

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Ten days later, in the south of Baiguo.

Yongan Temple.

Looking at the temple with golden body and red robes and people coming and going, Gui Laojiu sneered.

God and Buddha?what's the function?
Burning incense and worshiping Buddha today, and facing danger tomorrow, will the Buddha you worship jump out to protect you?
Having personally verified it, he clearly knows that it won't happen, he will only watch from above.

So, believe in Buddhism?It's better to trust the knife in your hand.

Trust others?It's better to rely on yourself!
He took a breath, walked boldly into the temple, and went straight to the lobby where the Buddha statue was enshrined.

Looking at the little monk who was chanting Buddha in a daze, he waved the ghost blade in his hand and begged, "Who is Wangchen? Let him come out."

Seeing this, the young monks hugged each other tightly and backed away in fear, only one who was a little older didn't retreat but advanced, "That's the poor monk."

Gui Laojiu looked up and saw that his face was exactly the same as that of 17 years ago.

It seems that life is very comfortable, not bad, forty or fifty, and even the maintenance is so good.

He looked at Wangchen with a half-hearted smile, and held Ghost Renqiu's hand until his knuckles turned white.

As for Wangchen, he was indifferent, holding a rosary in his hand, bowed slightly to Gui Laojiu, and said slowly, "I don't know why the benefactor is looking for the poor monk?"

Hearing this, Gui Laojiu wandered around the lobby twice, and when he reached the altar, he stopped, tapped the table with the dagger in his hand, and said every word.

"What's the matter? Do you still remember that 17 years ago, you maliciously told the fortune of a child of a rich family?"

　The flower language of Magnolia here is: pure and eternal.

　　Furthermore, the dagger (Shen Jun'an) given to Xiao Haitang by the Great Immortal is Ghost Blade Begging.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)