Chapter 751: Sister Jiao 1

Chapter 751: Sister Jiao 1

The black bear came out of a yard with his teeth bared. This female prostitute on the road was really powerful, but she charged too much.

Hei Xia Zi touched his lost bank card and was so angry that he vomited blood.

"No, the blind man also wants full payment. The deposit is bullshit. The blind man is such a good person, it would be a pity not to take full payment."

The cheated customer: . . . . .

They are innocent.

Patrons who actively seek death: . . . . .

They didn't die unjustly.

Wang Family: . . . .

Only those who die can make contributions.

In the yard, Sister Jiao was bored.

"This is a boring world, a boring man, and one who is so boring that he can't write poetry or songs, and who is pretentious, looks ugly, but has beautiful thoughts."

However, she is no longer the beautiful lady who is invincible. Her kung fu is also among the best in the world.

Li Xiangyi, the unfortunate brother and the unfortunate master, are gone forever.

Whenever I thought of them, I thought of myself being kicked away, which didn’t feel good at all.

Those two bastards, she is so pretty, it's like they are blind.

"Tsk tsk, there's not even one person who can fight."

Sister Jiao looked at her own face and liked it more and more. She was just so beautiful.

The fiery red clothes reflected on Jiaoliqiao's face under the sunlight, which was very beautiful.

"I am indeed the most beautiful woman in the world."

When Wu Erbai came in, he smiled politely. This queen of beauty was indeed both beautiful and powerful.

She also likes good-looking things. She won’t look at anything that isn’t good-looking, saying it hurts her eyes.

Of course they have this ability.

After all, you can't enter without paying. It doesn't look good, so she won't let you in. The entrance fee is more expensive than that of Nanxia.

This is just the threshold.

But when I think of her medical and poison skills, I can't help but respect her.

It’s not that there weren’t people who wanted to take a tough approach in the past, but no one came forward, and there were no ashes.

Therefore, Wu Erbai’s attitude is certainly different.

Don't be afraid of others' abilities, just be afraid of people with abilities targeting you.

"Miss Jiao, I'm here to get the pills I ordered last time."

The rocking chair stopped, Jiaoliqiao stopped rocking, went back to the living room, took out a bottle, and put it on the stone table.

"Here, take it and don't give it away."

Wu Erbai got the things and left without hesitation.

He is not Sansheng, and he has nothing else in his mind except the plan.

Those who are calculating in a way that can be seen by others are not good strategists.

The three provinces are still far behind.

As the plan approached, Wu Erbai suddenly realized, is it worth it?

Is all this worth it? Just like the clouds in the sky, aren’t they more important than the people around you?

Looking back at the closed gate, Wu Erbai left.

"Second Master."

"Walk."

The sound of a car starting up, we arrived at the Wu family’s old house.

"Second uncle."

Wu Xie's voice was sweet. He saw Er Jing and waved, "Uncle Jing."

"Hello, young master."

"Xiao Xie has graduated, and you have grown up. What are your plans for the future?"

Wu Erbai's voice was gentle. When he was not angry, he was infinitely tolerant towards Wu Xie. Perhaps there was some guilt, some determination, and some thoughts that no one knew about.

So, whoever raises a child will feel sorry for him.

As long as there is less contact and no sincerity, there will be no difference between your own child and the child next door.

Because there is no love.

Love is something that can be taken back whether it is too much or too little.

Don’t see, don’t think, don’t want.

Wu Yiqiong's deep love for his children faded away when he made the decision. There were Wu Erbai, Wu Sansheng, and Grandma Wu in the Wu family's old house, but not them.

Maybe Wu Xie's mother didn't know about it, or maybe this was tacit consent.

In the Truman Show, either you break out of the cage and get bruised and battered, or you become more and more like them.

The door of the Wu family was closed, and Wu Xie was still innocent at this moment.

Although his parents did not spend much time with him, he had the love of his third uncle, second uncle and grandmother.

When Zhang Qilin returned to the yard, Sister Jiao pulled him to change clothes.

Jiaoliqiao likes bright colors, especially red clothes.

So Zhang Qilin always feels pain in his eyes when he sees the navy blue color.

"You, you just rely on your good looks to do whatever you want."

"Look at this face, why are you covering it up?"

Jiaoliqiao was happy. Li Xiangyi used to be a big red lantern, just like her aesthetic. Later he turned into a green lotus and could only serve as her foil.

It's so hard to meet someone who looks like me, it would be a shame not to play with me.

Zhang Qilin was helpless. His ears were red. After being changed into red clothes, his whole body seemed to be injected with blood color, so he covered himself with a red hood to express his protest.

Jiaoliqiao is a strange girl. When she looks at people, she likes to look at their expressions if they are good-looking, and avoids them if they are not.

A ruthless person who can cheat money from a blind man.

"sister."

"I know, I know. You are just shy."

"Let's go and bomb the streets with my sister."

The continuous time travel made Jiaoliqiao’s brain a little abnormal, but the national education is still good.

Her core socialist values ​​are deeply rooted in people's hearts and can be digested.

From a crowd of people to a deserted population.

Suona music started playing in the front; it was a funeral.

The two fiery figures attracted their attention, but when they saw that they did not approach, they nodded politely.

Jiaoli Qiao took Zhang Qilin away.

There is a black curtain behind.

That is the prelude to reincarnation, that is a new life.

Death, no, that is returning to the arms of your parents, look, mom and dad are here to take you home.

There are two people sitting on the bench by West Lake.

Zhang Qilin looked at the lake calmly.

Suddenly he asked a question, what is the meaning of death.

He is the Zhang family's spirit-raiser, helping the dead to rest in peace.

He has sent many people away and met many people, and even the most turbulent heart can be calmed down.

The young man's spirit had long since dissipated, or perhaps he never had it in his first place.

Jiaoliqiao didn't dwell on this issue. She had seen more of it. It seemed that she had an ancient building of the Zhang family, but she didn't know where it was.

"The person you love should be put in a coffin."

Then take it away.

Meaning, the pursuit of meaning, there is no meaning at all. Can it be resurrected? No.

Zhang Qilin: . . . . .

I am talking about philosophy while you are talking to me about science.

What a read and reply.

Seeing the condemning look, Jiaoliqiao pulled down his hood, ruffled his hair, and then put it back on him.

"Have you heard of women starting at the beginning and men ending at the end? Men and women have obligations to fulfill throughout their lives. This obligation does not mean that women are incapable of fulfilling it, but that men and women should truly shoulder their respective responsibilities under the principle of equality."

"For example, in death rituals, it is basically done by men, and women do not participate. This is not because women should not participate, but in the concept of matriarchal society, everything is complementary and harmonious.

Women are responsible for bringing life into being, and men are responsible for bringing the dead back.

We believe that people should come clean and leave clean.

The men and women who are born are cleansed and raised by women, and the women and men who die are cleansed and left alone by men.

We will put broken gold, silver or jewelry in the mouth of the deceased, because we believe that people will owe some debts when they are alive, which should be paid off when they die, otherwise the ancestors will not recognize you.

Favors and debts must be repaid once they are borrowed. Our sacrificial words are repeated in the long ceremony with repeated explanations and exhortations. Because the road back to our ancestors is not smooth, just like life, we have to chant repeatedly, teach the deceased, muster up the courage to deal with it calmly, and finally return peacefully.

Take them home.”

"The ceremony of death is grand, because when the spirit of the deceased says goodbye to the living, it is also reuniting with the departed. In the flames, the departed lives and ancestors form a new reunion."

When Jiaoliqiao died for the first time, she also saw her mother coming to pick her up. As for the fact that she was alive again, she didn't know and didn't want to find out. If she could live, she would live, and if she couldn't, she would die.

“Death is not something that can be rushed. It is a festival that is bound to come. We don’t need to rush to reunite, but when it comes, we will not be alone.”

At least I will live longer than you. If I can send you off once, I can send you off again. Otherwise, you have to send me off.

"it is good."

Zhang Qilin's smile is eye-catching. It is the first time that Hei Xiazi sees a mute wearing such bright colors. It turns out that a mute can also be so popular.