A thousand-year-old enemy wakes up with me

The very deceitful little liar failed to fool Jiang Zhushui.

It was even added the cruel homework of writing [-] words of post-reading impressions for each chapter.

Ye Chen bit the tip of the pen in embarrassment, "Three hundred characters... I can't even write three characters."

"Forget it, Jiang Zhushui didn't say when to finish it, so don't write if you can't finish it."

The little devil who caught the loophole immediately threw away the book and the pen and ran downstairs.

"Cang Shu Cang Shu! Go out!"

Cang Shu, who was sleeping in the nest, heard the king's voice, opened one eye with difficulty, and said slowly: "Before Shangxian went out, he said that he had put an enchantment at home." I want you to be good.

But Cang Shu wasn't so bold as to say what happened later.

Cang Shu euphemistically said: "Your Majesty, we are under the eaves, so we should bow our heads."

After hearing Cang Shu's words, Ye Chen was naturally reluctant from the bottom of his heart. He tried to break the barrier left by the river and chased the water, but he had no clue at all.

"Also," Cang Shu got up from the nest, picked up the document bag in the nest and put it at the king's feet, "Before Shangxian left, he said that you must be lazy and don't read books, and asked me to give you the bag. "

Ye Chen opened the file bag, his expression showing a look of lovelessness.

I saw that there was a copy of "Three Elements of Human Emotion" in the file bag!

Jiang Zhushui didn't go to the company, but came to the underworld with Ye Chen on his back.

There are still a lot of ghosts and ghosts beside the Yellow Springs. Except for Fengdu, this is the only scenic spot in the underworld. All the ghosts who have nothing to do like to stroll here, just like the park square in the human community, it is very lively every night.

The square has always been an important base for the dissemination of gossip. The ghosts of Wuyang Wuyang danced in the square under the willow tree, and the scene was very grand.

A grey-haired old man danced rhythmically, chatting with the ghosts around him from time to time: "When the wind is calm, the tide is surging. Maybe there will be a fight one day. It's better to live in the world, a society ruled by law."

"Who says it's not? The king of Hades fights the little devil and suffers. I don't know what Wei Juan is thinking, but he still doesn't. There is no letter at all, which makes me fearful."

A ghost next to him interjected: "Are you worried about the struggle above? You are obviously afraid that your bet will be in vain."

The old man was worried: "Where did you open the market? It's reliable or not, don't let it be black and white, and you will lose everything when the time comes."

"Hey, I understand the principle of ten gambles and nine losses. I just invest two small coins for entertainment. It's like buying a lottery ticket. It doesn't matter if you win or not. The main reason is to watch the fun. The underworld is boring."

Jiang Zhushui passed through the army of square dancers and came straight to the big willow tree.

This willow has lived for at least two generations of Heavenly Dao, probably as old as Bai Ze, some tens of thousands of years old.

That day in the underworld, Liu Mu had an extraordinary love for Ye Chen, but at this moment Jiang Zhushui was standing here, but he couldn't feel Liu Mu's spirit at all.

Obviously, Liu Mu didn't want to talk to him.

Jiang Zhushui didn't bother himself, stepped away and went directly to the Hall of Three Lives.

After Jiang Zhushui left, Liu Mu's spirit snorted coldly.

Sitting in the canopy of the tree soaring into the sky is a clear and elegant figure. He is dressed in green, with a handsome and elegant appearance, and a gentle and kind aura around him.

But at this time, he yelled at Jiang Zhushui, "Heavenly Dao really has no good thing, stealing other people's cubs and going down to earth to suffer."

He held up a small golden fruit with a sad expression, "The cubs are starving and thin..."

Sansheng Hall.

Jiang Zhushui was in front of the Sansheng Stone, but unexpectedly failed to see his past life.

"Bring back all his spirit orifices."

"Shangxian, this is against the rules." Ding Jiuxing below was neither humble nor overbearing, and did not want to carry out Jiang Zhushui's order.

"Rules?" Jiang Zhushui's eyes darkened, as if he heard some joke.

He raised his hand and pressed it on the Sansheng Stone. The next moment, the entire Sansheng Hall trembled violently, and the mighty power that belonged to the rules exploded. I can't even stand up on the pillar.

The spirit orifice of the Sansheng Stone returned to its place briefly under the rules, ripples appeared on the calm stone surface, and a picture gradually emerged, but before the picture became clear, it shattered as if it had been hit hard.

In the end, it was still frozen in the scene I had seen before - the sword, the blood, him and Liu Guang.

Jiang Zhu was silent for a long time, and finally said nothing, and waved back the spirit orifice of the Sansheng Stone.

Non-special.

"Ran light! Burn light! Are you okay?"

Zhang Ran opened his eyes in a daze, "What's wrong with me?"

"You suddenly fell into a coma. What's going on? Are you too tired recently? Young people have to take their bodies seriously and rest when they're tired. Don't get old and sick."

Zhang Ranqing replied subconsciously: "It's okay, I can live to 85."

"Yo, what a shame," the leader patted Zhang Ranqing's shoulder, "Okay, I'll give you two days off and go to the hospital to see."

Zhang Ran lightly pressed his temples, and indeed felt a sense of fatigue, maybe he was really tired recently, "Then the work at hand, and the field work..."

"Don't worry about it, why did the office send you alone."

This is true.

Zhang Ran smiled lightly, "Thank you, leader, I'll go home and rest for two days."

The leader watched Zhang Ran leave lightly, scratched his hair in distress, "Xiao Zhang is a little different today..."

It seems... not so rigid?

Delusion.

Zhang Ranqing hung up an account and had a basic physical examination. There was nothing wrong with his body, but he was a little bit angry due to lack of sleep and a lot of mental stress.

The doctor's advice is to go to bed early and get up early to drink plenty of hot water.

He followed the doctor's advice and fell asleep when he got home, but this time he didn't sleep well and kept dreaming.

The dream was full of grotesque, unconnected and broken images, immortals flying into the sky, dangerous secret realms, coquettish but poisonous flowers...

And his perspective seems to be a "camera", just a bystander.

The dream finally freezes in a green environment, scattered flowers emerge from the ground, a tall willow tree stands in the center, birds are chirping on the branches, and the sky is so beautiful.

At this time, Zhang Ranqing finally had a sense of substitution, he was...

a rock?

Zhang Ran lightly opened his eyes and it was the next day. He got up in a daze and took a sip of water, his eyes were still blank, "What the hell is a stone, a messy dream."

But anyway, this dream is very interesting, Zhang Ranqing still took out the hand-painted board to record the most impressive picture——

The willows that go straight to the sky, the peaceful environment, and the stones next to the willows.

Zhang Ranqing selfishly wanted to paint the stone more beautifully, but he tried his best to make the stone still a stone.

"Hey, add some light and shadow, a flower is falling, or it will be bare."

He looked at the painting, and on a whim, he added a golden star to the willow wood...

Apple.

The wicker is blowing up with the wind, and the little golden apples are hanging on the wicker, as if using the wicker as a slide.

Great!

"...Should I go to the psychiatric department for an appointment?" Zhang Ran had a strange expression.

I only heard that if you are single for a long time, you will find it pretty when looking at a dog, but I have never heard that seeing an apple is also cute.