Chapter 750 Repair

When the little girl picked up the chopsticks, she squinted her eyes and looked at the pot for a long time, then put the chopsticks into the pot hard.

After picking it up, I found that there was actually a sauced duck head with a small half of the neck on the chopsticks.

The little girl didn't care about ironing it, she happily held the duck head and ran towards the two sisters who were waiting aside.

The three of them ate the duck head like a delicacy, their eyes filled with joy, and the younger one even raised his head and chuckled.

Bai Lingmiao walked forward silently. She seemed to be able to feel the other person's happiness, and the corners of her mouth raised slightly.

I once had a younger brother. If I had delicious food, I would share it with him.

Looking at her, Bai Lingmiao seemed to see herself in the past.

She walked and came to an alley, which was very lively. A newlywed couple inside was worshiping the God of God to get married. Everyone was laughing and cheering, as if the ordeal they had just experienced was just an illusion.

There was no wedding candy, so I took out two pieces of preserved persimmons, cut them into small pieces, and divided them into pieces as wedding candy.

No one disliked this kind of wedding candy, but they all ate it with gusto. They didn't dare to chew it in their mouths and concentrated on tasting the hard-won sweetness.

There were also some people who didn't eat. They carefully put the wedding candies into their arms, preparing to take the goodies home.

"They all died and went to the empty hometown of the dead mother?"

As soon as Bai Lingmiao had this idea, she felt that she was instantly blind. The telepathy that the relic gave him had no response at all, and she felt completely dark.

"No, they don't need to go to Vacuum Hometown. As long as they live, they will be fine. Only people like me... who need to escape need Vacuum Hometown."

Suddenly, Bai Lingmiao felt that what he had obtained because of the relics, the range of his mind's perception became farther, and he could feel the movement two or three miles away.

The next moment, she felt Li Huowang. He was talking to a young man on the street.

"Senior Brother Li?" Bai Lingmiao was about to lift his right foot but stopped, feeling the joy, anger, sorrow and joy of other people within his range.

In the past, I took my emotions too seriously, but in fact, this kind of emotion is not all in life.

Compared with the lives of all the followers of the White Lotus Sect, this emotion is so insignificant.

Bai Lingmiao turned around and walked towards the entrance of Bailian Church. "Two Gods. Let's go."

"Where to go?"

Bai Lingmiao said slowly while feeling the people in half of the city: "There are too many people, too many days are living because of us, we can't... we can't take care of ourselves."

"We have to find ways to prevent more people from losing their family members. The feeling of family members passing away is very bad. I don't want my past experience to happen to more people."

"Heh, okay, at least I'm not being naughty anymore. Even that guy Lu Xiucai can do things. Is it possible that we can't compare to that rotten guy like him?"

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Gurgling, gurgling, in a kitchen, boiling water kept boiling the stones in the pot. A man wearing a white scarf carefully filled the stove with firewood.

When Hu Biao used his chopsticks to poke the stone in the pot as usual, his expression suddenly became extremely excited. The stone had really become soft!

Grandpa Shidu said that as long as the stone is boiled and softened, all diseases can be cured and immortality can be achieved by eating it!

"Dad! Dad!" Hu Biao excitedly rushed outside with the ceramic can filled with stones.

But as soon as he rushed out the door, he saw his senior brother walking towards this side carrying a pot.

Hu Biao quickly pretended to be calm and walked home carrying the boiled stones.

But just as the two were passing by, Hu Biao saw his senior brother and suddenly raised the pot in his hand and hit his earthen pot.

With the sound of the ceramic shattering, Hu Biao's stone suddenly rolled to the ground and bounced softly. This scene made Hu Biao's senior brother stare straight in the eye.

"You! You're really cooked! It's true!"

As soon as these words came out, the heads of Dharma teachers appeared from the eaves, windows, and behind the wooden doors. They looked at the stones on the ground with shock and longing in their eyes.

Hu Biao immediately stretched out his hand to grab the soft stone and stuffed it into his mouth.

But a locust stone came over, smashing his head instantly and bleeding. The stone in his hand suddenly fell to the ground without holding it firmly.

"Grab it!!" The voice that came from nowhere made all the Dharma believers present red-eyed and rushed toward Hu Biao.

Faced with the opportunity to become immortals, the brothers who had been together day and night instantly turned against each other and killed each other. In a short time, there was a bloody storm in the alley.

The softened stone kept changing hands. Even if it was eaten by others, it would be dug out by others and stuffed into their mouths.

After two sticks of incense were passed, the alley was completely covered with blood and corpses. The only two scarred people left looked at each other, and Hu Biao was one of them.

He stood there precariously, mumbling to himself: "This is mine. This is obviously mine."

At this moment, Li Huowang was standing on the eaves, looking at the tragedy happening below. The stone could not be boiled. This was actually just Li Huowang's calculation.

When he saw the last person, he couldn't wait to swallow the thing, but he didn't become a fairy queen. A smile appeared on his face as he looked at the desperate and collapsed expression.

I have to say, it feels really good to play tricks on others, especially playing tricks on your own enemies.

Feeling the Feigang pouring into his body, Li Huowang nodded with satisfaction, jumped down, and kicked the man's head open.

At this moment, Li Huowang finally understood why Zuowangdao fooled many people when he was fooling around, because no matter how few Feigang deceived mortals, as long as he accumulated a little, it would still be part of his income.

Moreover, some masters of Zuowangdao even like to set up bureaus. As long as they maintain this bureau properly, Feigang can flow like a steady stream of water from a spring.

Setting up a trap can be complicated or very simple, or even just a rumor is enough. The shrinking sun scam I encountered a few years ago was a trap created by sitting and forgetting.

Compared with feeling the increasing amount of Feigang in his body, Li Huowang felt that the change in his mentality was more important.

In the past, he had always been unable to tell the difference between true and false, but as the number of frauds increased, he finally felt the difference between true truth and true falsehood.

It is easy for Zuowangdao to lie and lose his sincerity, and it is easy for him to feel that everything is fake.

Etiquette, justice and integrity are fake, relatives and friends are fake, and even you may be fake.

Since everything is fake, there are no taboos in doing things.

It is easy to become obsessed with cultivating the truth without cultivating the false, but the same can happen if you cultivate the false without cultivating the true.