Chapter 1477 I Don't Care

Heaven, Huayue City, Yunhe Cliff.

He Shuxiang cut off the sound transmission whistlingly, and threw the sound transmission stone aside.

As a second-generation fairy, 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. No matter how educated and sensible she is, she can't match the cruelty of reality. For her now, it has become a habit to swear when she has something to do.

The reason for this situation is that he married a husband who is not capable.

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

In the end, regardless of her family's opposition, she married Song Shanquan, who was born in grass roots and had no background.

When they got married, Song Shanquan made a vow to work hard so that He Shuxiang could live a good life. However, life will not change direction just because of one or two passionate promises.

For thousands of years, not only has Song Shanquan not cultivated smoothly, but he is only in the middle stage of Xiaoxian, and even his official career is extremely bumpy. Entering the management department of immortality, as a small section member, because of his seniority, he received a salary that was even less than that of He Shuxiang.

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

Song Shanquan's status in the Xianji Management Section is not high, and he is not much better than temporary workers. However, the things he is responsible for are very cumbersome. Not only do he often work overtime, but also after get off work, there are always people looking for him, which makes He Shuxiang take the trouble.

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

He Shuxiang became angry in an instant, so after connecting, he roared angrily and threw away the sound transmission stone.

For work, Song Shanquan is more serious and responsible. He quickly put on his pants, jumped out of the bed, picked up the sound transmission stone, and while checking who sent the sound transmission to him just now, he complained to He Shuxiang: "How can you say that I am dead?" What? If there is something important to come to me and it is delayed, it will be bad."

"You don't piss, just take care of yourself. You are a big-ass clerk in the Xianji management department. What important things can I ask you for? What can't you do without you? Can you stop feeling good about yourself? "He Shuxiang cursed with his arms crossed.

"Where do I feel good about myself?"

Song Shanquan blushed and said: "I'm just being responsible for the family. If it's an important thing and it's delayed because I don't answer the voice transmission, I'll be punished. I'm really going to lose this job. Let alone buying a house, they can’t even afford to rent a house.”

"You really have the face to say that I found this job for you, so you can't be self-reliant and make some contributions to this family. You are a man, boss!" He Shuxiang said bitterly.

She really wonders now why she was deceived by lard back then, and fell in love with Song Shanquan, a worthless person. If he had followed his parents' advice, he might have lived a completely different life.

After yelling at Song Shanquan, He Shuxiang was finally exhausted. Seeing Song Shanquan staring at the sound transmission stone and not speaking, He Shuxiang said angrily, "Have no face to speak? If you have no face to speak, just roll on the bed obediently.

Serve my wife well. "

But what responded to He Shuxiang was silence.

The fire that had just been extinguished in He Shuxiang's heart was ignited again in an instant, "Why, you still have a temper? Shouldn't I just say a few words to you? You still ignore me, and if you have the guts, you will never talk to me!"

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

"Who? Could it be the section chief?" Seeing Song Shanquan's expression, He Shuxiang finally became nervous, and then muttered to himself: "It shouldn't be, the section chief never looks for trouble during off-duty hours."

"Not the section chief." At this time, Song Shanquan said.

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

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

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

"How many Liu Langs can there be in Heaven? Of course it's the Liu Lang from the Immortal Prison." Song Shanquan said with a bitter face.

"Liu Lang from the Immortal Prison!" He Shuxiang was dumbfounded. During this time, the most controversial name in Heaven was Liu Lang. During the Second World War, and with countless great powers, Liu Lang became the idol of many people for a while. He Shuxiang had a dream one day, still thinking that if her husband Song Shanquan had the opportunity to get in touch with Liu Lang, she would not 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 as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, with nowhere to put her hands and feet.

...

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

Just now I went to that Song Shanquan and made an oolong, and then, this Song Shanquan died? Can you still have fun? Gan Yujie and the people on Bliss Island also lost patience when they saw Liu Lang's voice transmission was hung up.

"Heavenly Court is a place where only immortals with immortal status can hang out. Let's not expect extravagantly. Let's go back to Bliss Island!"

"That's right, although the Bliss Island hasn't developed much, it won't starve to death."

"The island owner didn't look at it, so you can choose another island owner. I think deputy island owner Gan is the right candidate."

"Vice Island Master Gan is too young, and Vice Island Master Li is more suitable to lead everyone."

"In terms of age, isn't Deputy Island Master Chen the oldest?"

Everyone, you say something, I say something, at the beginning, it was relatively peaceful, the more you talk, the more gunpowder, with a few deputy island masters as the core, the hundreds of fairyland cultivators on Bliss Island quickly divided into several factions. Everyone dismantled each other, as if the film would start soon.

"You're starting to seize power before I'm dead, you bastards!" Xiang Chuo, who was in the net, roared angrily.

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

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

Xiang Chuo was almost pissed off, he had to accept the reality, that is, even if he survived today, Bliss Island would become a mess, and it would be impossible for him to give orders.

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

Seeing that the situation was getting further out of control, Liu Lang was not in the mood to deal with these shitty things anymore, and dragged Wei Shengjin to run away, but at this moment, his sound transmission stone rang, and when he took it out, he found that it was Song Shanquan's The imprint keeps flashing.

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