My wife is the sect leader

The prestige of the Demon Cult can frighten a group of people, a large part of which is because of fame.

"Xi Jikui?"

Zhao Qingmei didn't have the slightest expression on her face, "It seems that he has seen the Heavenly Demon Order."

With a trace of sadness in Tan Yun's eyes, he said: "I must have seen it before, and I made it out of the fake one, otherwise the old ghost's cautious temperament would not have been ambushed."

"Miss, we must avenge this revenge."

Zhao Qingmei nodded slightly, "Third Master's strength has not yet fully recovered, and after he fully recovers, he will attack the shackles, so it is not suitable to do it yet, and it may be difficult to deal with Xi Jikui."

"Besides, Xi Jikui is in Yuzhou City, and there seems to be a master master in Yuzhou City..."

Li Fuzhou was seriously injured, it is not impossible to deal with Xi Jikui, but he is not [-]% sure to kill Xi Jikui, and during the battle of Sanmiao Mountain, Li Fuzhou once said that a master master appeared, but he has not shown up until now.

Tan Yun bit his lip, and said: "Then what should we do? Miss, are we going to recruit experts? What if Xi Jikui returns to Yujing City?"

"so........"

Zhao Qingmei waved her hand, playing with the black square seal in her hand, said lightly.

"Xi Jikui, I committed suicide myself."

Chapter 112 Yuzhou City Shocked

Yuzhou City, the fast house.

After the Dianmao was over, the third class of policemen chatted and laughed, and left in groups of three or four.

"Teng... Teng killed me."

Han Wenxin sat in the room, screaming.

At this moment, his cheeks were raised high, and his left eye was still a little bruised. If it wasn't for someone familiar, he wouldn't be able to tell who he was.

It started from last night, when he took off his clothes and prepared to rest, but suddenly the man in black appeared in the room and beat him up without saying a word. heavier.

"Who is this person? Is he suffering from insanity?"

Han Wenxin said to himself: "Theoretically speaking, if you suffer from insanity, you should go to An Jing, that bastard, but after the good beating of that person yesterday, it seems that my cultivation is about to break through... …”

Although Han Wenxiong suffered a severe beating yesterday, it seems that the gateway from the seventh-rank peak to the sixth-rank has been opened, and the breakthrough is close at hand. This is good news for him.

From the seventh rank to the sixth rank, that is a qualitative leap, from the lower third rank to the middle third rank.

"The sky has completely darkened. I asked Catcher He to go to the bar to listen to the music at Xushi today. I don't know if the girls will recognize me."

Han Wenxin said happily to himself: "It's okay, I can't recognize the clothes on the boat, but I can always recognize them at a glance after taking off the clothes."

After looking at the sky and finding that it was completely dark, Han Wenxin simply cleaned up and prepared to go back to take a shower and then visit a brothel.

"When my cultivation level breaks through, the next time I meet that man in black, won't I beat him to the ground?"

Han Wenxin cursed.

In fact, he also knew in his heart that the man in black was extremely powerful, even if he reached the sixth rank with his own cultivation, he might not be his opponent.

He just wanted to have a mouthful.

"No need for next time, just what about today."

At this moment, a sneer sounded.

When Han Wenxin heard the voice, his body shook habitually, and then he looked over.

I saw that the man in black outside the door had already walked in slowly, and his steps were not in a hurry.

"You... what are you going to do!?"

Han Wenxin said tremblingly: "What kind of grievances do I have with you? Are you pestering me again?"

In his impression, he has always been very measured in his speech, and it is impossible to offend such a master. Why did the man in black make things difficult for him again and again.

"I'm sad today."

The man in black sighed.

Han Wenxin was terrified: "Mr. Han stayed in the police room all day today and never went out. What does your sadness have to do with me?"

The man in black said: "I can't cry, you cry for me."

"You... crazy, aren't you?"

Han Wenxin tried his best to widen his eyes, full of disbelief.

You are sad and you can't cry, why make me cry?

"Let me tell you, Shi Ke can't be humiliated. It's impossible to humiliate me today!" Han Wenxin gritted his teeth.

The man in black frowned and raised his fist.

"Hero, please forgive me. I'm going to cry now, woo woo woo...I'm so sad."

Seeing this, Han Wenxin was so frightened that his body softened, and he knelt down on the ground and began to cry loudly.

What's the matter with face, if you don't get beaten, just cry.

The man in black didn't speak, and slowly stood outside the door.

Seeing that the man in black did not leave, Han Wenxin cried even more sadly, weeping bitterly, crying and breaking down, heartbroken......

The moonlight blew out thousands of miles and sprinkled on the earth.

Hearing the crying, the man in black couldn't help letting out a breath, his nose was slightly sore.

She wanted to cry, but she didn't know, and she couldn't cry.

Since her mother died, she could not cry anymore.

I don't know how long it has passed, Han Wenxin has no strength to cry, his voice is hoarse, so he raised his head carefully.

The man in black seemed to have disappeared long ago.

Seeing this, Han Wenxin sat down on the ground as if all his strength had been drained from his body.

"Woooooo..."

Han Wenxin seemed to be really hurt, sitting on the ground still choking and sobbing.

"Why, I have no grievances with you, you are so powerful, you insist on bullying me, a weak and poor catcher."

For a long while, the surrounding area was still silent.

The more Han Wenxin thought about it, the more sad he became, and the words he vomited made those who heard it even more sad, and those who heard them shed tears.

"Boom! Boom!"

"Xu time has come, the sky is dry and things are dry, be careful of fire candles!"

At this time, there was a sound of beeping outside.

Han Wenxin hurriedly stood up, arranged his clothes skillfully, and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Xu time is here, it's time to go to Goulan to listen to the music."

........

Jishitang, kitchen room.

Thick smoke was billowing, and there was a crackling sound from under the stove.

The water in the pot is not boiling yet.

An Jing looked at the boiler, and then added some more firewood.

"Uncle, are you boiling water for drinking?"

At this time, Tan Yun's voice came from outside the door.

"Footwash, do you want a drink?"

An Jing glanced at Tan Yun, and then asked a little strangely: "What's the matter with you? You look listless all day, are you sick?"

After he and Li Fuzhou came back today, Tan Yun was very strange, he didn't say a word, and his face was very ugly.

"Smelly uncle! I don't drink footwashing water!"

Tan Yunqiong wrinkled her nose slightly, and then seemed hesitant to speak.

"You're wrong."

An Jing glanced at Tan Yun, and said: "If you tell me, maybe I can help you solve your problems. After all, I am very understanding."

"There's nothing wrong with me." Tan Yun snorted softly and said proudly.

"Crackling!"

The fire under the stove is booming, and the water in the pot also has a tendency to boil.

"The water for washing feet has to be boiled. If you don't tell me, I'm going to wash my feet." An Jing pretended to fetch water and walk away.

"Wait!" Hearing this, Tan Yun hurriedly said, "Uncle, I want to ask you a question later."

"Speak." An Jing said.

He knew that Tan Yun seemed to have something to say.

In this family, Li Fuzhou seems to be very afraid of her, and Zhao Qingmei seems to be very afraid of her, but she is not afraid of herself alone.

But An Jing didn't think too much about it. After all, Zhao Qingmei was Tan Yun's lady, and she should have been more serious at home before. That old boy Li Fuzhou was very good at reprimanding others, and he often crackled at Xiao Heizi. Suddenly reprimanded, not to mention Tan Yun.

Although Tan Yun has been a maid for a long time, but sometimes she is clumsy.

An Jing was even thinking, when Zhao Qingmei's family was in decline, could it be that Tan Yun was too stupid to sell, which led her to follow Zhao Qingmei from Yujing City to Jiangnan Road.

Tan Yun had no idea what An Jing was thinking.

She pursed her lips, then walked to An Jing's side, squatted down and looked at the flames under the stove, "Master, you are a doctor, you should know best, what do you mean by dead? "

An Jing glanced at Tan Yun in surprise, is this arrogant little girl planning to study philosophy?

"Why are you asking this?"

Tan Yunbei bit his lower lip, and said angrily: "Grandpa, what does your look mean, I just want to ask what's wrong?"

"Everyone is going to die, this is the law of nature."

An Jing picked up the firewood next to him, and said slowly: "When you are born into this world, even if you are going to die, you will definitely experience three deaths."

"Three deaths?" There was a hint of puzzlement in Tan Yun's eyes.

An Jing nodded slightly, and then said quietly: "When the heart stops beating, the pulse disappears, and the body has no signs of life, this is the first death. This is what doctors and doctors say, physical death."

"People carried the corpse into the coffin, erected a monument, set up a coffin, mourned, and announced to the world that this is the second death, and it is also a death to this world."

"And when the last person who remembers you disappears into this world, that is the third death, and it is also the real death."

When Tan Yun heard this, his heart trembled slightly.

When the last person who remembers you disappears into this world, it is the real death. If I remember them all in my heart, isn’t it considered death?

"Don't think about it so much, go back and have a good sleep, there are so many troubles."

An Jing chuckled, then poured the water from the pot into the basin, "I also left some water for washing your feet, remember to turn off the fire."

After finishing speaking, he took the foot washing water and walked towards the bedroom.

"Smelly uncle, you will order me."

Tan Yun looked at An Jing's back, and couldn't help but smile.

.........

in the bedroom.

Zhao Qingmei took off her shoes and socks, revealing her delicate jade feet, and sat by the bed.

"Ma'am, the footwashing water is ready."

An Jing walked in slowly with the wooden tray, and then put the wooden basin in front of Zhao Qingmei.

The water temperature is just right, and it is still steaming white.

Zhao Qingmei said curiously: "This old saying is good, if you don't have anything to do, you can either rape or steal..."

"Heavenly conscience."