Chapter 119

"Damn it! damn!! Damn it

Back in the room, Yingye Sansi had no calmness and grace in front of outsiders. Her face was ferocious and twisted, and her eyes were red as if she were an angry cow. At the moment, blood dripping scars can be seen everywhere on the palm of three or four, but she doesn't care about these little things at all.

"I dare, I dare to laugh at my grandfather's research!! Who does he think he is!! Just a jerk!! How dare you look down on my grandfather's research

Tearing the paper in front of him to pieces, Yingye Sansi is now completely in anger. Now her head is full of the proud smile before founder, and the scornful and mocking tone when she mentioned her grandfather. All this reminds Yingye Sansi of the scene when those so-called "experts" came to his grandfather's house to ridicule his research.

At that time, in the face of them, his grandfather could not say anything but could bear it silently. But

Now is not the time!!

I'll make you pay for what you say!

Think of here, Eagle wild three four open mouth, showed excited smile.

By the way The trouble of Lord Yushe Let him personally experience what is the real God punishment!

Think of here, the eagle wild three four picked up the phone at hand, pressed the number.

"Hello, is this wood small? It's me. I have a new goal for the next plan... "

The web of destiny is changing.

Fang Zheng raised his head and looked at the dark night sky.

After becoming a prophet, he has been able to vaguely feel the existence of something, destiny, future, everything. They are not immutable. It is impossible for a person to step into two identical rivers in his life. The fate of flow is changing all the time.

The destination is unchangeable, and people are just like fallen leaves falling into the stream of fate. They want to grasp it urgently and change their own destiny. But after all, their ending will not change. Death is the end of all life, and even seeing through the future can't change it.

The only thing the prophet can do is to choose a gentle river instead of a waterfall.

However, those who drift with the tide can never change the whole river. Choice is the prayer of the weak, and change is the desire of the strong. And fate itself is an eternal existence. No matter the storm or the stream, it is a part of fate. It will not change direction because of people's appeal, and it will not stop because of their retention.

Forever.

"Dong!"

The low drum sounded. Hearing the drum, Fang Zheng turned around and looked at the shrine in front of him. On the high platform, Li Hua, dressed in a red and White Witch Dress, is holding a harrow higher than her with a serious look. She is dedicated to performing Na Feng's dance.

This is also a small life that wants to change its own destiny.

Countless times repeated in the broken world, eager to escape the shadow of death and endless reincarnation, but for her, fate is always the same.

"Dong! Dong! Dong

When the drum stops, Lihua stands on the stage, nods to the crowd, and then turns to leave. Next, the villagers lined up one by one, took the cotton and went to the river for the final ceremony of cotton flow sacrifice.

But Fang Zheng once again looked at the high platform which had no shadow, and then turned to leave.

The night deepened.

In the silver moonlight, the whole forest was dark. From a distance, you can see the burning lights by the river. The whole village is a peaceful scene, no one can think that after the ceremony, this small village will gradually become a terrible hell.

And this, just because of a woman's sad and boring delusion.

But now, all this will not happen again, I will break your boring persistence, let you taste, what is the real despair.

"Ah, Mr. Fang Zheng."

At this time, a voice sounded, Fang Zheng recalled his thoughts, turned and looked in the direction of the voice. Not far away on the path, a girl with green hair in a dress was staring at herself with a smile.

"Hello, Shiyin. So late, don't you plan to go back? "

"One was worried, so could the teacher give me a ride? As long as I get to the intersection, someone will pick me up

The girl named Yuanqi Shiyin came to Fangzheng's side and looked at him with her hands together.

"Is that ok? Mr. Fang Zheng

"No problem, of course."

To tell you the truth, Fang Zheng was surprised by the appearance of the poetic sound, especially in this mianliu Festival, she did not pretend to be a charming sound as in the animation, but appeared here in her own identity. It not only surprised founder, but also Meiyin, Guiyi and Linai. After all, they had never heard Meiyin mention that they had a sister before, which caused a commotion.And now look at this picture of poetry elated look, obviously, she put the charm of the pit is not light.

"I heard from my elder sister, Mr. Fang Zheng, are you their club consultant? I also played the game "Warring States war". It's really interesting. "

"Just like it."

"And

Maybe it's because I seldom come to Chien Chien Ze to play. Along the way, the poetry is also very excited. It's like a bird chirping to Fang Zheng about what happened on Mian Liu Festival. Including taking part in the festival competition with Guiyi, enjoying all kinds of delicious food, and their views on other people. For example, Guiyi is beaten to death by them every time. For example, Lynette is more powerful than he imagined, and sanduzi

“……………”

Said here, poetry suddenly silent down.

"What's the matter?"

Looking at the poem suddenly falling into silence, Fang Zheng raised his eyebrows and asked. Of course, he understood why the girl in front of him was suddenly silent, because Beitiao sanduzi was the object of his secret love, Beitiao Wushi's sister. The view of Shiyin on sanduzi is very complicated.

She hated saduzi very much, because in the view of Shiyin, Wushi had been traumatized by all kinds of burdens. In this case, he is already vulnerable. But Sha Duzi completely ignored his brother's situation and still depended on him. This made Wu Shi feel more and more pressure, and he often suffered from it Of course, this is the view of poetic sound.

"Nothing."

Finally, Shiyin smiles and shakes her head.

"By the way, Mr. Fang Zheng, I'd like to ask you some questions in a few days. Do you have time?"

"No problem, of course."

Hearing the inquiry, Fang Zheng gave a quick answer.

"Well, thank you. Ah, the person who picked me up is coming, so I'll go back first. Goodbye, Mr. Fang Zheng. "

"Dudu...!"

At this moment, a dark car came from the end of the road, then stopped at the side of the road, then Shiyin waved to Fang Zheng, and then got on the car and left.

I know what you want to say to me.

Looking at the poetry in the window, the corner of Fangzheng's mouth tilted slightly. This is the advantage of prophecy mage. Founder can have some premonition in advance for many things. Of course, this is only a general feeling, but for founder who has "future vision", as long as he has this general premonition, then it is not a problem to determine himself.

But I think your question will be answered soon.

Thinking of this, Fang Zheng once again looked at the forest road not far away. He could clearly see that in the forest, a small silver white van was quietly parking on the path. Just as the vehicle they were riding left, the van suddenly started, and then turned out of the path and drove towards his own direction.

Because of the ridicule, so hold the boss hate it?

Thinking of this, Fang Zheng sneered and turned to walk in the direction of the school.

If you are not afraid of death, come. Since you want to play, I will play with you

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