Chapter 1003

Many people would like to ask,

what should I do if my dog always likes to steal my snacks?

This is a relatively normal problem. After all, ordinary people don't think it's anything because of their doting on their dogs. Besides, it's basic for cats and dogs to steal some of their owners' snacks.

But if it's a question, what should I do if my dog doesn't allow me to eat snacks? (1) The problem is very serious.

Of course,

more seriously,

yinggou doesn't want to eat snacks, but he has already felt the vision from the "dog" under the Tibetan seat.

In the end, no matter in the past or in the present, in fact, yinggou has never been afraid of Bodhisattvas or those yamas or regular servants in hell.

Two times in hell and three times in the face of Bodhisattva, it's unrealistic to say anything about fear or panic.

but at present,

under the premise of only nine peanuts,

in the face of listening to the eyes projected from hell,

really can't deal with it.

Although there is a ghost certificate from the Lord of the mansion on this side of the library, and there are two old battery packs to build the air transport,

but if you really want to listen to the clear coordinates,

whether those "masks" can be useful, no one dare to take a picture on his chest.

However,

winning hook is winning hook after all,

he intended to listen to things,

after hearing that boss Zhou Niu lip refused to eat snacks by himself, he immediately grasped the point of the problem,

"let go of IV You Dare to... "

Whose dog is it?

"Just a little bit. What should I do if I don't have to eat after eating in one breath today?"

"I To Eat... "

"I know. Don't worry. All the people in this bookstore, except you, are going to die after eating, but you have to keep it for tasting. In case you need to use it as a seed in the future, what should you do if you can't find it after eating it?"

In the bookstore,

boss Zhou is drinking coffee while continuing to teach greedy and honest people.

although there is no expression on his face and no speech,

but in his heart,

has been quarreling for a long time.

Outside the bookstore,

lawyer an and Feng Si look up to the sky together.

They don't know what's going on, but that sense of depression and crisis has already hit them.

Lawyer an first looks back at his back,

Feng Sixian then takes the same action as lawyer an,

both of them look at the boss in the glass window behind them,

the boss is holding the cup, drinking coffee slowly,

Gu Jing is calm.

A sense of stability emerged in their hearts.

Lawyer an silently drew out two more cigarettes and gave them to Feng Si.

When they look up at the sky again, they will have a bottom in their hearts and will not panic.

If they know that the boss sitting inside doesn't even know what's going on outside, they will be directly frightened.

The old road carrying the broom rushed back all the way,

it rained and went home to collect the clothes.

Then,

"poop",

the old man fell down and rolled on the ground.

After sitting up,

Lao Dao reached out and stroked his knee,

he kept breathing in the cold air.

…………

In the drugstore,

Qing's just put down hand,

slowly lifted it up.

She saw a change of color in the eyes of the young man.

There is still fear and fear in the left eye, but there is a strange oppression and majesty in the right eye!

"You Where? Why I can't sense your position. "

The young man suddenly asked.

The same timbre, but completely different tone.

"I I'm in a Taoist temple. "

Qing's eyes are suspicious. As a former spy chief, of course, she knows what's going on now. She thought that the fierce ghost was the support of the red ribbon juvenile judge.

But I didn't expect that there was another extremely horrible existence, which had such a profound fetter with this young man.

At the same time,

Qing wondered why he lied?

He can tell where he really is. Even if he is killed by himself, there will be that horrible existence to avenge him.At the end of the day,

it's no wonder that the juvenile judge is too low-key in his daily work. His daily work is to serve and listen. It's no different from "Bi Mawen", or even better than Bi Mawen. After all, there are a group of small soldiers who raise horses under the hands of Ren Bi Mawen. He is a person.

He didn't have no contact with other judges, but his circle was too narrow and narrow. It was normal that Qing didn't know him.

As for listening, most people in hell should be able to recognize the Buddha if they see him, but it's hard to distinguish the specific identity of the other party when a sense comes.

"Taoist temple..."

"Yes, in the Taoist temple."

Young people know that if it's a temple, it's inevitable to help. After all, whether it's a Bodhisattva or a Bodhisattva above listening, it's a family for Buddha.

Only when we talk about view can we explain the reason why we can't sense our specific position!

"What happened..."

"It's OK, it's OK, I'm ok." The boy replied to himself immediately.

Qing slowly stood up and

stood up from the young man.

"Myself Be careful... "

"Well, I know, I know. I will cherish my life. I want to serve you for hundreds of years."

"Ah..."

With a chuckle,

the special look in the young man's right eye gradually faded,

along with the cloud just gathered up above the study, it was also slowly fading away.

Just now, when it was clear that the mountain rain was coming and the wind was blowing all over the building,

now it's a sunny scene after rain.

Mr. an, who is still sitting on the curb, and Mr. Feng Si have a look at each other. Mr. Feng smiles and Mr. an shrugs?

Mount Tai collapses in front of us without changing color!

Everything,

is under control!

………………

The boy covered his neck and rubbed hard.

Qing stood beside him, staring at him all the time.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm not lying to protect you."

To tell you the truth, once the situation here is exposed, you will also be convicted of "not reporting" before.

Therefore, in the final analysis, the juvenile lies to protect himself.

Outsiders often think that listening is omniscient. In fact, only the young people who get along with listening day and night can understand. To some extent, listening can really know most of the things it wants to know, but only if it is willing to know it.

His safety, in listening, is nothing more than to find another used to take a bath a little bit of trouble, or feel someone dare to break his hand in the sun to his listening face, so there is a question, but only that.

"Who are you?"

Qing asked.

The young man gave a white look and took out a red belt from his sleeve.

The red belt is branded with the pattern of rare birds, which is absolutely a quite delicate work of art. But in hell, this red belt represents more than just works of art.

Everything, as long as it is immersed in the taste of power, will immediately become dazzling and shining.

"I know you're a red ribbon, but I want to know who you are!"

I've seen that before.

At that time, the "kowtow" captor in Yangzhou had completed the transformation of "playing pig and eating tiger" perfectly, and even Feng Shui turned to the point that he was not willing to be his dog.

But the judge of red belt, Qing has seen a lot, but none of them is as rich as the one in front of him.

"I live in the 100000 Yinshan Mountain."

100000 Yin Mountain is a forbidden area, because there are gods and beasts living under the Bodhisattva seat. Except for the ten hall Yan Luo, no one else can enter without permission.

Unless

"You are the judge who attends and listens?"

The teenager didn't feel ashamed. He nodded directly to confirm his identity.

"So, just that horrible consciousness, is listening?"

"Yes."

The boy continued to nod.

Qingqing's breathing became fast again, and a sense of shame came over her.

She wanted revenge, desperately wanted revenge, but it was absurd that when her enemy's consciousness came to light, she was instinctively frightened and cowered.

She used to think she was strong, but in fact, what's the difference between her and those who had knelt at her feet and kowtowed for mercy?

Just then,The door of the ward was opened, and the old way came in.

The place just scratched by wrestling under the old Taoist robe has been disinfected and bandaged by Fangfang.

When seeing the old way,

in Qing's eyes, in addition to "respect", there is a subconscious sense of "dependence".

After all, it's been a year, and after just "intimidating", Qing subconsciously put the hope of revenge on the Taoist priest.

Maybe,

in this world,

only with this old man in front of us,

can we have a chance to avenge ourselves.

Lao Dao came to the drugstore to have a look after dressing up. He has been following the instructions left by his boss a year ago. He has to come to the ward to see these patients every day to bring them warmth and sense of belonging.

However, just a few steps inside, the wound on the knee cracked again, and the pain made the old man show his teeth. But for the sake of face, the old man didn't cry out, but he had to endure some distortion of his face.

At the same time,

I hate the old man like myself, and I'm seriously ill again.

I start to panic when I encounter something big like fart.

I just take away my clothes. I can't wash them again when they are wet. Why do I fall down when I run back in panic?

Thinking about it,

Lao Dao slaps the wall with his hand,

his face is twisted and he hates the tunnel:

"Why are you running so fast!"

In the ward,

after hearing Laodao's words,

Qing bit his lips,

looking at Laodao's eyes,

with strong admiration and yearning!

It's even a pity in my heart,

it's a pity that the sense of listening runs too fast,

failed to let the Lord seize the opportunity to leave it directly!

Look,

Lord Fu is also regretting!