After the rebirth of the metaphysics boss, he won in a wealthy family

0-"Who wants you to praise, we stand up, isn't it just to let you go?" Izumo Masato felt that Tang Simi's understanding was poor for the first time.

Tang Simi smiled: "So that's what you meant."

Tang Simi pretended to wake up suddenly.

She asked again: "I understand, but if I don't leave, what can you do to me?"

"Good little girl, why are you accepting death in the matter of death." Izumo cursed bitterly.

Tang Simi smiled: "You said you were sent to die, why didn't you send you to die after I left?"

Izumo: ...

Tang Simi was also amused by him.

Izumo had a serious face, as if his own brat got into trouble, and he couldn't get angry anymore.

That's right, this is Tang Simi.

That Tang Simi who can make people angry.

If one day Tang Simi does what they imagined, then the sun will come out from the west.

When Izumo came into contact with Tang Simi, he didn't want him to whisper in Tang Simi's ear: "I just did a fortune-telling for you, don't get close to that thing, even if you want to stay, you have to attack from afar."

Tang Simi also didn't expect that Master Izumo would make a lot of noise.

"I see, it has been looking for opportunities to approach me since just now." Tang Simi said.

"Did you notice?" Izumo asked.

Tang Simi nodded, and replied in a low voice, "If he didn't have that half of the godhead, he would be a little beggar. All his dominance now comes from this half of the godhead."

"What if it has a whole godhead?"

"Then it can replace the gods."

Tang Simi's current statement is not alarmist.

"As the owner of the other half of Godhead, I am now its most plundered object."

Izumo frowned, just now he was still thinking about this thing, how did he remember Tang Simi's kindness to it, how grateful he was.

In a blink of an eye, the hexagram of Izumo is a great ominous.

Hearing what Tang Simi said now, he was even more certain that everything this ghost said was just smoke bombs.

Its purpose is to impress Tang Simi with kindness, and then take the opportunity to get close to Tang Simi and steal Tang Simi's godhead.

Abacus beads play very well.

Izumo couldn't help but pooh.

What the hell, according to what it said, before it died, Tang Simi had been kind to him.

That was the only time in his life that he had received the kindness of others.

Now that the person who gave it kindness is standing in front of it, what it wants to do is to take away Tang Simi's godhead, but it really has it.

Izumo's nose almost crooked from anger.

"Fuck him!" Izumo really couldn't understand him.

Tang Simi said: "You can't fight it for real."

Tang Simi looked up at the huge shadow.

The corner of her mouth was the kind of fox-stealing smile she was used to, and her eyes were shining, cunning and agile.

Izumo rubbed his arms.

"Based on what I know about you, you don't intend to do human affairs anymore."

Tang Simi nodded: "What do you mean you don't plan to do business anymore?"

Tang Simi stretched her neck and said, "I plan to use his own way to repay him."

"How should I say, this godhead belongs to him, and I, Tang Simi, treat it as a return. If this godhead doesn't belong to her, then why can't it be mine."

Izumo immediately gave her a thumbs up, daring to think and do it.

Now she plans to kill the gods and do it herself.

"You really aren't afraid of death at all."

Tang Simi blinked, "I don't have the guts at all, am I still the Tang Simi you know?"

Izumo couldn't help laughing, Tang Simi was right, if Tang Simi didn't dare to do such a thing, he would be suspicious, the Tang Simi in front of him was taken away.

Isn't Tang Simi like this, she dares to do great things as much as she is capable.

The soul of the little beggar is floating in the sky above Xiangyun Mountain.

The smile on its face carried indescribable irony.

Tang Simi was always indifferent to his behavior.

"You really, can't show kindness to me again, even just once?" It told Tang Simi his grievances in the tone of a little beggar.

But Tang Simi didn't want to talk to him at all.

"Yes." Tang Simi said.

It was pleasantly surprised like a child: "Really, I promise you whatever you want me to do."

As it spoke, it looked at Tang Simi expectantly.

Tang Simi went straight to the point, "I want half of your godhead, will you give it to me?"

It frowned and stared at Tang Simi, the expression on its face revealed its dissatisfaction.

Tang Simi said, "So you don't want to?"

"What you said just now is so sweet, I thought you were sincere to me."

Tang Simi left it, not just pretending to be pitiful, pretending to be green tea, a special skill she used when she was angry with Tang Qing before.

It's just a few words to coax people, and they don't even give a piece of paper money, and they still want to be cheated out of their underpants. That's also beautiful, and thinking is more beautiful than long.

It looked at Tang Simi, and couldn't help humming and laughing.

In its memory, there is no face of that girl, only her smell.

I have to say, if Zhang Tang Simi's face was the only one in his impression of the little girl, I would indeed feel pity for it.

But people are good-looking, but their hearts are dirty.

No matter how she opened her mouth, she wanted its last card.

It stared at Tang Simi.

"I really misjudged you! You were not like this before." In its tone, there was endless disappointment,

Tang Simi didn't need to get used to him, she asked instead: "The time you knew that girl was only two bowls of porridge, how can you know what kind of person she is?"

"She is the best person in the world!" the little beggar said loudly.

Its huge body and the sound it transmits make the ears of people who listen to it hurt.

A burst of sound waves can almost knock people down to the ground.

Tang Simi said, "What about me?"

Its sound stops.

It looked at Tang Simi and said unwillingly, "You are also the best person in this world.

Tang Simi was amused by his perfunctory attitude.

"I see." Tang Simi said while laughing.

She looked into the eyes of the little beggar.

When the little beggar was dying, his eyes were blind, but those eyes were clear and clear.

And the first time Tang Simi saw it in memory, she felt that it was a pair of eyes of someone she knew.

She originally thought that there were always similarities between people.

But when this thing had a profile in the sky just now, Tang Simi finally remembered.

She saw Yan Hebai going up the mountain.

He is just a mere mortal, and it is inconvenient to go back and forth.

To be able to come here so quickly, it is probably because of a few traffic lights.

Yan Hebai walked over, his profile overlapped with the soul of that little beggar in the sky.

Tang Simi remembered where the familiar feeling came from when she saw the little beggar for the first time.

100 years ago, the poor tottering person who got a bowl of hot porridge from Xiao Kundao after being bullied was Yan Hebai.