[Comprehensive] God of Destiny

Lu Zigang clutched his nose, and came out from the inside. It wasn't that he didn't want to move quickly, but that when he knew the boss was coming back, he suddenly relaxed because he was a newcomer to the boss. The supply of adrenaline was insufficient. , Now I feel that my whole body is going to fall apart, and it hurts to move even a little.

What I saw was the "robbed" Gan Luo pouring tea for the "robber". The two looked harmonious, but Lu Zigang was cold all over.

This is the understanding of the crisis as the organisms at the bottom of the food chain.

But what is it.

The calm performance of the two parties made him wonder if he was making too much fuss. For example, a robbery is not a big deal at all?

Xia Muge looked at Gan Luo's tea, just glanced at it, and then pushed it away.He never drank tea, and he could never bear the strange taste.

He Hua was dissatisfied with Xia Muge's attitude, so he picked up the cup of tea and drank it.Xia Muge just quietly watched her daughter who was bewitched by beauty commit suicide.He dared to bet that He Hua absolutely didn't like drinking tea, and Xia Muge also liked what she liked to eat.

By analogy, if Xia Muge doesn't like to drink, she won't like to drink either.

Sure enough, Xia Muge almost collapsed when he saw He Hua's whole face after drinking the tea.If it wasn't for her etiquette teaching since she was a child and because she was afraid of being ashamed in front of her sweetheart, she would not have sprayed out like Xia Muge did back then.

Gan Luo is also a person who has lived for 2000 years, so it can't be seen that He Hua doesn't like the taste of tea at all.Sighing, she took the teacup out of her hand, but don't drop it.

Fusu shrugged at Gan Luo, and handed him the milk tea that Xia Muge ordered to buy. He himself had no intention of drinking anything because he saw Xia Muge.

So in an antique shop, a man who doesn't seem to like sweets is drinking milk tea, which is really out of harmony.

But no one dared to have any opinion on this.

"Father, I want to try it too." He Hua grabbed Xia Muge's trousers, not disliking Xia Muge's saliva.

Xia Muge had no choice but to hand over the whole cup of milk tea to Hehua.It is estimated that if the milk tea is in the hands of Hehua, he will never come back.

Looking at this harmonious scene, Lu Zigang didn't know what to say.Even the words of those complaints were choked in his throat: "Boss, you are back, then I will go first."

Gan Luo smiled and nodded: "Okay."

Lu Zigang was even more speechless.

After Lu Zigang left, the atmosphere in Yashe seemed to freeze.

"Gan Luo, what's the matter with Lishan?" Xia Muge crossed his legs and crossed his hands. The straight black suit made him look oppressive.

Hehua knew what she should say and what she shouldn't say, so she obediently dragged Fusu to the side to play with Sanqingniao.

"Do you know what will happen to trespassing on the imperial tomb?" Xia Muge's voice was flat, but in a quiet antique shop, it was a bit scary.

Gan Luo paused for a moment: "Your Majesty's body was not transported to Mount Li at first."

Of course Xia Muge knew about this. Everyone knew how far it was from the Middle East to Mount Li.If it is land, it often needs to pass through high-temperature areas, and if it is water, the risk is even greater.

But what Gan Luo meant was that Lishan could not be regarded as an imperial mausoleum like this.

"He Hua's body is there." Xia Muge raised his eyebrows, "In this case, can you be responsible?"

Gan Luo was stunned. He thought he had studied every corner of the Lishan Mausoleum, but the facts told him another answer.He didn't doubt Xia Muge's words, because Xia Muge wouldn't make up such a lie just to make him feel guilty.After all, the emperor's words are golden words: "I didn't find out."

#Although this sentence is not false, but don’t trust Er Muzi’s character too much#

#He can really do this kind of thing#

"It's strange for you to find out." Xia Muge said angrily.The darkroom he designed himself was built by skilled craftsmen. How could it be possible for Gan Luo to find out, "Okay, I don't want to discuss this matter with you anymore. You just need to tell me...do you like Hehua?"

Xia Muge looked calm, but no matter which answer Gan Luo chose, he would always be angry after all.

"I don't know." Gan Luo said calmly, "Your Majesty, it has been 2000 years since then, and no matter how deep the feelings are, they will be wiped out."

"I see that you have deep feelings for Fusu." What flashed through Xia Muge's mind was Chang Tingyun's strange eyes.

It is a pity that he still has many policies that have not seen results.

I can't ask for it...

Gan Luo sometimes didn't know what he was thinking.But what he knew was that some things had gradually faded away.

Just like how he and the doctor went together to prevent Fusu from reviving Daqin, helped the doctor regain his body, and helped Fusu in various ways after Fusu lost his body.

Humans are like that.

Xia Muge doesn't like such ambiguous answers, he likes to be straightforward: "You just need to tell me..."

"Boss, I heard you're back?" An old man walked into the dumb house with a cane.Seeing Xia Muge, he was taken aback for a moment, leaned over and whispered, "Hey, what did the boss sell you?"

Xia Muge's words were interrupted just like that. Although he held back his anger, Gan Luo breathed a sigh of relief.

"He didn't sell me anything, but took a lot of things from me." Xia Muge spoke the truth, and it was a sigh of relief.

He Hua stuck out her tongue at Xia Muge, and grabbed Gan Luo: "Ah Luo, this is for you."

Gan Luo looked down, black body, golden characters, tiger shape...

Isn't this a Tiger Talisman?

Xia Muge felt that her daughter was raised for nothing, because her elbow was turned outward.His mentality is that my Great Qin is destroyed, and the Tiger Talisman will be played by Hehua.Unexpectedly, Hehua gave it to Gan Luo after changing hands.

Of course Hehua knew that Gan Luo was a collector, so she gave Gan Luo some good things every now and then.It's like boys giving girls cosmetics and designer bags-although the price and value of the two cannot be compared.

The curator's jaw was about to drop: "This, is this the Tiger Talisman of the Qin Dynasty?"

He rushed over at a speed that didn't match his age, and looked at it with his glasses: "Oh my God, Qin Duhu Talisman was released in Xi'an before, and now this..."

Fusu was silent for a second, and moved to Xia Muge's side: "Father, let me tell you why the quality of the tiger charms you left behind seems to be not as good as before."

Xia Muge sneered: "How is it possible, I am so rich, and I still have a little money for production, it is your psychological effect."

Fusu: "..." Is it really okay to admit the loss of the tiger talisman so openly?

It turns out that you are not only a scumbag father, but also a scumbag emperor.

He Hua took the Tiger Talisman out of the curator's hand with a look of contempt, and stuffed it into Gan Luo's hand: "I gave it to him."

Gan Luo didn't know why he suddenly remembered what He Hua said to his master before: "Please be sure to marry Ah Luo to me."

He himself doubts his gender a little... and the genders of Hehua and Fusu.

When he heard this sentence at the beginning, he felt weird for a long time. At that time, he even thought that he and Fusu were indeed women, and whether they had lost breasts...

The curator supported his knees, squatted down and looked at He Hua: "little sister, where did you get it?"

He Hua ignored him, and went to "tick up" seriously.

The curator slapped his head, thinking that where a child can get antiques, it must be given by his parents. He is getting old and his brain is not very good.

But looking at Xia Muge, it seems that it is even more difficult to start.

Xia Muge glanced at him, which was very similar to He Hua's.He grabbed it with his hand, and stuffed a piece of gold into the curator's hand: "Here, the piece of gold that He Shibi made up."

Curator: "...then where is He Choi?"

"I'm here." Xia Muge ignored the curator's expression of "I don't know if I should say MMP or not".

That's right, the curator was almost furious: "This is a cultural relic, you just withheld that piece of gold, you know how valuable it is for historical research..."

I don't care how valuable it is for historical research.Xia Muge wanted to say that everything he used back then was of historical research value, and there was no shortage of this one.

"This, this is a national treasure." The curator felt that he was going to have a cerebral hemorrhage.

Mr. Rose seriously wondered if Xia Muge got himself out just to run errands?It was like this in the world of Sherlock, and now it is happening again.

The Dark Lord, Voldemort, the Dark Lord...these are his names...but why does he do the errands?unacceptable!Moreover, they don't give any wages, which is simply cheating.

He suddenly missed his Death Eaters, and if it wasn't for their incompetence and lack of loyalty, he could have brought them out.

Mr. Rose sighed, watching the "show me the way" magic that was flickering, it really interfered too much.

But that's enough.

Mr. Rose looked at the house in front of him and cut off his magic.

Xia Muge gave him a task, which was to kill Zhao Gao.

This task did not surprise anyone, and Mr. Rose felt that if Xia Muge didn't do it, it would be out of his style.

Mr. Rose put on her cloak, and a large-scale magic directly triggered a magnitude [-] earthquake with a range of one kilometer.Beyond a kilometer, there was no sign of any earthquake at all.

This is the magic of magic.

The design of this house is very ingenious. The wooden skeleton did not completely collapse, but all the bricks were shaken off.

Mr. Rose had no choice but to praise, if it was replaced by those buildings in Europe, it would probably collapse into a scene after fighter jets raided them.

A man with scars and phoenix eyes came out, and before he could say anything, he was killed by Avada Kowtoshi by Mr. Rose.

He is no longer like torturing people like before, he was ordered to run errands, he just wanted to finish get off work quickly and get off work.

In the small courtyard, Sun Shuo and Hu Hai faced each other, speechless.

who am I?

where am i from?

Where are you going again?

After these three ultimate questions of cosmology, another question is added:

what happened?

The author has something to say:

I don't know why, the holes I dug can't be filled...

No inspiration!Crazy!

I feel that if I want to start a new article, there is a probability that I will go to the starting point. Some word mosaics in Jinjiang are too frequent...

Such as pistols.

OCD means not wanting to put punctuation in the middle of a word.

[The above can be ignored, the author's procrastination will probably delay this matter for a long time]

Recently, I don’t know why I’m thinking about the rebuttal sentence “Do I need to learn how to refrigerate if I evaluate the refrigerator’s refrigeration is not good”.

——Evaluating you as a fool, do I still need to be a fool?

——Evaluating you is wrong, do I still need to be wrong?

It feels a little weird.

My research point is probably a bit strange. I have studied n kinds of things whose abbreviation is sb before.