My host is cold and scumbag

When Yang Taisui met that group of people from the tribe and was let in by them, Yang Taisui then remembered the key use of his Bodhi string.

"When they saw my Bodhi, they said something I couldn't understand, but they asked the old man to bring himself in."

After Yang Taisui finished speaking, Yang Qiu found a place to hang up his painting. Yang Taisui frowned and looked at the man. He hummed in confusion. He walked closer and looked again and again: "You know what, this figure, wearing clothes, looks a bit like my dad."

Yang Taisui might have just said it jokingly, but it was like a stone thrown into the lake. He Chengwu looked solemn, and Yang Qiu's eyes flickered slightly.

Yang Taisui seemed to realize that something was wrong with the atmosphere. He slowly turned his gaze away from He Chengwu and turned to Yang Qiu who was standing beside him. It was a look of inquiry and confusion. There was a subtle weirdness in the air.

His Adam's apple moved unconsciously, and then his eyes were once again attracted by the painting. He almost involuntarily took a few steps forward, almost sticking to the painting.

At this moment, Yang Taisui's breathing became a little rapid. He swallowed his saliva, and an inexplicable guess popped up in his mind. He stammered: "No way...what do you mean by this expression? Could the person in the painting really be my father?"

He Chengwu lowered his head. It didn't matter to him whether this person was Yang Qi or not, but another person's guess came to his mind. Perhaps what Yang Qiu said before had been confirmed.

Yang Qi and she planned a process spanning thousands of years. If they are still in the process, the ending seems to be determined only by Yang Qi, if Yang Qi's ultimate goal is to save Yang Taisui.

He Chengwu was born in such an environment. He was actually not a pure atheist. He could only half believe and half doubt the rumor that the Yang family would have no descendants. However, the Yang family had fought for such an outcome for several lifetimes. Even if He Chengwu did not believe it, he respected it.

But under this unprecedented conclusion, it is Yang Taisui's body that is strange. He needs medicine to prolong his life every month, and it is a kind of Selaginella that is almost familiar to everyone and has legendary effects. It seems very reasonable.

But in Yang Guai's words, the Selaginella that Yang Taisui eats is very different from the Selaginella they buy on the market. No one can explain it clearly, and those who can explain it clearly are often missing. After deliberately concealing the truth and having no news, they appeared here.

The target is Yang Taisui, but now it seems that it is not just Yang Taisui.

He Chengwu turned around, Huang Yan sat aside to rest, he looked tired. His lips were dry, they were almost dehydrated in the dry wind of the cave, He Chengwu squatted in front of Huang Yan, and said earnestly: "At this point, it really doesn't make sense to hide it, what are you here for?"

Huang Yan closed his eyes and leaned against the stone wall pretending to be dead.

He Chengwu sighed helplessly: "You are in this situation now. Are you sure you are not telling the truth? If I leave you now, you will definitely die here. No matter how good the things are, you have to live to get them. Fifteen hasn't shown up yet. Without him, how can you escape here unscathed?"

Huang Yan finally moved and exhaled: "We have come into contact with the Selaginella in this place a long time ago. It is a magical thing, but it passed through many hands before it came to us. Fifteen saw the use of that thing, but couldn't find out its origin."

"My dad is almost obsessed with this Selaginella, but there are almost no clues and traces left in the market. Fifteen said that there is something more magical than this thing." Huang Yan said, then turned to look at He Chengwu and grinned: "Have you forgotten the stone wall painting in the Mangshan cave?"

"The mother tree of the earth jade will bear fruit." Huang Yan said, and He Chengwu's thoughts suddenly became clear. From then on, Huang Yan's goal was clear. He Chengwu sorted out his thoughts again and again, and finally he smiled helplessly: "It's really strange, people nowadays are so desperate to live longer??"

Huang Yan heard the sarcasm in He Chengwu's helpless words, but he disagreed and refuted: "When people struggle in the world, once they have countless wealth and hot power, they often fall into an endless desire for the length of life. This desire is the difficulty of giving up the supreme glory and comfortable life brought by power and wealth. My father embarked on the road to wealth and honor halfway, and in the face of wealth and power, he felt that the time he had was too short, as if it would vanish in the blink of an eye."

He Chengwu listened with a complicated expression. Huang Yan drank another sip of water and sighed, "But I don't think it's wrong. My wealth is in my father's hands. My father has so many illegitimate children. Fifteen is with me, which gives me some opportunities. Now that I'm here, I want wealth, power and longevity. But you are right, that is, you have to be alive to get it."

After saying that, he laughed self-deprecatingly: "Forget it, all my luck has fallen on your Yang family, and I really don't have the energy to toss around now. I'll just trouble Mr. He to take care of me."

He Chengwu frowned when he heard this, and looked at Huang Yan with a little doubt and scrutiny. Huang Yan smiled calmly and said, "Why, do you think I'm lying to you?"

He Chengwu was seen through, but he didn't think it was a big deal. Huang Yan smiled confidently: "If He Shao still doubts me, I can tell you another secret. Fifteen told me that if I want to live forever, there is another way. So there is no need for me to compete with you."

He Chengwu asked him what method he used, and Huang Yan snorted and laughed.

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-Ding, the supervisor requests to leave the queue.

-Ding, the tasker refused.

-Ding, the supervisor requests to leave the queue.

-Ding, the tasker refused.

-Ding, the supervisor requests to leave the queue.

-Ding, the tasker refused.

........

Zhao Xinyun and the system were playing a boring little pop-up rejection game. Neither of them spoke, and they were both patiently using this method to kill time. Zhao Xinyun listened while playing with the system.

When she realized that Ying hadn't spoken for a long time, she didn't know when Ying stopped. She turned her head to look at Ying, and Ying and the others looked at Zhao Xinyun with complicated expressions. It was obvious that they had also guessed that she was playing some shameful little game with the system.

Ying met Zhao Xinyun's gaze and suddenly smiled, "Isn't it true that if we had obeyed the reform in the first place, we would have met a partner like you."

Zhao Xinyun frowned, and the system grinned.

-That’s not necessarily true. My baby is one-of-a-kind.

The system's glib words made Zhao Xinyun smile helplessly. Finally, she had enough of being here, so she stood up, moved her body, and lowered her eyes to look at the shadow who raised his head and waited for Zhao Xinyun to speak.

She tilted her head slightly and raised an eyebrow.

"What happens between you and him is your business, and what happens between me and her is our business."

After that, in the complex expression on Ying's face, she said calmly: "If I'm not mistaken, my mission is also because of you."

"As for whether to kill you or hand you over to the Lord God, that is my business."

"But if it were me, the process would be too complicated, and killing would be the fastest way."

A triangle. Only the Xukun people must be at the bottom.

As for Black Hat and Zhao Xinyun, who occupies the topmost point of the triangle.

It all depends on one's own ability.