The Heaven’s Jailer

Heaven, Huayue City, Yunhe Cliff.

He Shu fragrantly cut off the sound transmission and threw the sound transmission stone aside.

As a second-generation immortal, He Shuxiang was born and raised in the heavenly court. Although her parents are not very capable, she has also received a good education since she was a child. She is said to be knowledgeable and reasonable. Everyone is pretty. , No matter how knowledgeable and reasonable, she can't match the cruelty of reality. For her now, she has nothing to do, and it has become a habit to explode.

The reason for this situation is that he married a husband who has no abilities.

His husband's name is Song Shanquan. Five thousand years ago, he ascended to the heavens from the mortal world. At that time, He Shuxiang was the clerk in charge of registering immortals and fell in love with Song Shanquan at first sight.

In the end, despite the opposition of her family, she married Song Shanquan, who was born in grassroots and had no background.

When they got married, Song Shanquan vowed to work hard and let He Shuxiang live a good life. However, life will not change course because of a passionate promise or two.

For thousands of years, Song Shanquan has not only been in poor practice, but it is only in the middle of Xiaoxian, and even his official career has been extremely bumpy. After such a long time, he did not get any tricks. In the end, he could only transfer with the help of his wife He Shuxiang. I became a member of the Naturalization Management Division, and because of his seniority, he received a salary lower than that of He Shuxiang.

Until now, they have no money to buy a Dongfu of their own, and can only rent a mid-range community in Huayue City, Yunheya.

Song Shanquan's status in the Immortal Management Division is not high, and he is not much better than temporary workers. He is responsible for very cumbersome tasks. Not only does he work overtime from time to time, but after get off work, there are always people looking for it. This makes He Shuxiang tire of it.

Just now, the two of them had a hard time having fun, cultivated some emotions, and prepared to climb into bed and create life. As a result, Song Shanquan's sound transmission stone sounded untimely.

He Shuxiang was angry in an instant, so he shouted and threw away the sound transmission stone after he was connected.

Song Shanquan was more serious and responsible for his work. He quickly put on his pants, jumped out of bed, picked up the sound transmission stone, and while checking who transmitted the sound to himself, he complained to He Shuxiang: "How can you say that I am dead? What about it? In case something important comes to me and it is delayed, it will be bad."

"You don't urinate, just take your own account. You are a clerical clerk in the Immortal Management Department. What important things can you ask for? What can't you do without you? Can you not feel good about yourself? "He Shuxiang scolded, akimbo.

"Where do I feel good about myself?"

Song Shanquan blushed and said: "I am only responsible for my family. In case it is an important matter and is delayed because of not receiving the transmission, then I will be punished. I really want to lose this job. Don't talk about buying a house, you can't even rent a house."

"You really have the face to say that I found this job for you, so you can't support yourself and make some contributions to this family. You are a man, boss!" He Shuxiang said with a grudge against iron.

She really doubted now that she had been blinded by lard at the beginning and fell in love with Song Shanquan. If he followed the advice of his parents, he might lead a completely different life.

After roaring Song Shanquan, He Shuxiang finally vented almost. Seeing Song Shanquan staring at the sound transmission stone and not speaking, He Shuxiang said in a huff: "You have no face to speak? If you have no face to speak, he rolls on the bed honestly. Serving the old lady."

But the answer to He Shuxiang was silence.

The fire that had just been extinguished in He Shuxiang's heart ignited again in an instant, "Why, you still have a temper? Shouldn't I just say something to you? You still ignore me, there is a kind of you never ignore me!"

"No." Song Shanquan raised his head and said with a complex expression: "Shuxiang, do you know, whose transmission you just cut off?"

"Who? Is it the section chief?" Seeing Song Shanquan's expression, He Shuxiang finally became nervous, and then murmured to himself: "No, section chief always doesn't look for things after get off work."

"Not the section chief." Song Shanquan said at this moment.

"That's good." He Shuxiang breathed a sigh of relief.

But Song Shanquan immediately said: "It's Liu Lang!"

"Liu Lang? Which Liu Lang?" He Shuxiang didn't react for a while. She felt that the name was familiar, but after thinking about it, there seemed to be no such person around her.

"How many Liu Langs can there be in the Heavenly Court? Of course, it is the Liu Lang from the Immortal Prison in the mortal world." Song Shanquan said bitterly.

"Liu Lang of the Mortal Immortal Prison!" He Shuxiang was silly. During this time, the most quarrelsome name in the heavens was Liu Lang. With the cultivation base of not being in the fairyland, he prevented the human race and the monster race from taking the first place. In the Second World War, Liu Lang became an idol of many people with countless great abilities and brothers. He Shuxiang dreamed one day and was still thinking that if her husband Song Shanquan had the opportunity to have a relationship with Liu Lang, she would not be too Live this life.

But now, when the opportunity came, she personally ruined the opportunity to talk to Liu Lang.

"What to do, what to do?" He Shuxiang was anxious like an ant on a hot pot, with nowhere to put his hands and feet.

...

He Shuxiang was anxious, and Liu Lang was equally anxious.

Just now, I found that Song Shanquan and made an oolong. Then, this Song Shanquan died? Can you still play well? Gan Yujie and the people in Paradise Island lost their patience when seeing Liu Lang's voice transmission hung up.

"Heavenly Court is a place where people with immortal origins can hang out. Let's not expect it. Let's go back to Paradise Island!"

"Yes, even though Bliss Island has not developed much, it can't die from starvation."

"I didn't look at the island owner, so you can choose another island owner. I think Vice-Owner Gan is a suitable candidate."

"Vice-Owner Gan is too young, and Vice-Owner Li is more suitable to lead everyone."

"If you are older, isn't Vice-Owner Chen the oldest?"

Everyone, what you say, what I said, at first, it was relatively peaceful, the more you talked about the smell of gunpowder, the more you talked about the smell of gunpowder, with a few deputy island owners as the core, the hundreds of fairyland practitioners on Paradise Island soon divided into several factions. Everyone dismantled each other's stage and started the film right away.

"I'm not dead yet, you guys are starting to seize power, bastard!" Xiang Chuo in the Tianluodi net roared angrily.

As the leader of Bliss Island, he has never been so ignored.

"Is there a difference between you and you are not dead?" Several deputy island owners glanced at Xiang Chuo and said in unison.

Xiang Chuo was almost killed by anger. He had to accept the reality that even if he could survive today, Bliss Island would surely become a piece of loose sand. He wanted to give orders, it was impossible.

"Go to your uncle, I don't care!"

Seeing that the situation got further out of control, Liu Lang was not in the mood to deal with these incidents. He dragged Wei Shengjin to run away, but at this moment, his sound transmission stone rang and took a look and found that it was Song Shanquan’s. The mark kept flashing.

(End of this chapter)