Author: Old Moon Doll

Shen Tianhe went bankrupt, went bankrupt overnight.

Even though he had already made his own arrangements.

After handling the cornucopia, he donated all the money to charity. He donated what should be donated and sold what should be sold. He didn't hesitate at all. Then the legendary wealthy businessman lost all his wealth overnight. It’s really a bit sad to see the empty ancestral house left behind.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like he's coming back after all his money was spent.

It's wrong for Shen Tianhe.

After lying in bed for a day, he shamelessly borrowed some treasure money from Wu Gao, then went to a nearby village to get some chicken, duck, fish, and some fresh beef, and borrowed a pot, and then he was there We ate hot pot and sang songs with five people in our ancestral home.

"He said Master Shen, shouldn't I keep some for myself?"

The red gunman, who was slurping beef bone marrow, had his mouth full of oil. He wiped it with his legs and continued to snarl.

The intensity made others laugh out loud.

Joking about the Red Gunman, his mouth work might make those harems scream.

"Stay? Stay, hell, all that money was exchanged for the lives of Shen's relatives and friends. I wish they would all do good deeds. From now on, he would rather beg for food on the street than spend any money!"

Is Shen Tianhe very open-minded?

He has been a rich man for most of his life, so what kind of enjoyment has he never tasted? But no meal can be as enjoyable as the simple and unpretentious hot pot meal tomorrow.

The cornucopia will no longer collect treasures.

Can I finally open my heart, make good friends, spend as much as I earn, and continue to do one good deed at most for the rest of my life, maybe go to various charity organizations as a volunteer?

It would have been a dead end.

If I prayed for death the morning before yesterday, then I am dead. Since the cornucopia of Donglai has been broken, I really should think about what meaningful things I can do with Donglai.

Does Wu Dao feel pity for Shen Tianhe?

His relatives and friends were almost killed by Yu Ji, and he became a disabled person. He could live like this without going crazy. He could think about what meaningful things he would do in the future. With the perseverance he had cultivated through hard work, could Wu Dao continue to do it? What I admire from the bottom of my heart is not that I praise suffering, but that Shen Tianhe has overcome suffering and suffering has become a medal for him!

On the way to eat hot pot.

From time to time, bad news about someone's wealth would arrive. Shen Tianhe would smile more when he saw the bad news, and then he would stuff it all into the stove like waste paper.

That meal can also be considered a farewell.

Wu Dao and Zhao She left Shen Tianhe's address and phone number, and it was because of his free and easy attitude towards life that they gave them some initial help. After all, without the cornucopia, even if Yu Ji comes back, there is a high probability that he will not go to Shen Tianhe. . Wu Dao was wrong about Yu Ji’s immortal character, so it’s hard to figure it out.

In fact, everyone knows that according to Shen Tianhe's temperament.

There is a high probability that he will never call for help in the future. Dong spent half his life as a volunteer in the charity, taking care of some poor orphans, and projecting the grief and empathy of losing his family to other children.

When villagers from nearby Shenjia Village came to deliver mutton.

After hearing this, I couldn't help but admire the chivalry of the five Wu mourners and return to the village to spread the song. It is estimated that in more than ten or twenty years, the legend of the five righteous men slaying demons will gradually evolve into various legends of monsters. It is similar to the various legends circulating in Zhuxia.

"Let's have a fight before we get married."

Zhao She stared at Wu Dao excitedly.

"OK."

Wu Gao also showed an excited and evil smile.

Then……

An hour later, in the open space near the Shen family's ancestral home, there was a dented Dongdakeng. Zhao She, who was stepped on by Wu Dao, controlled his legs and pulled him backwards, let out an extremely ecstatic roar, and Wu Dao

Otherwise, he was very happy to hold Zhao She and slide on him in the mud puddle like a human surfboard.

Isn't it a bit eye-catching to see two grown men shirtless like that?

After being pushed to the ground and rubbed by Wu Dao for about half an hour, Zhao She had to admit that it was not without reason that Wu Dao beat Xu Xian so hard and forced the Xu family to close the door and thank guests.

Zhao She, who had a muddy face, was released and lay on the ground, panting and depressed.

"Did my guy eat something to grow up? Is it so hard?"

Even if it wasn't a life and death contest or just a simple cross leg, Zhao She could still feel that Wu Dao's physique was extremely amazing. If he had known that Wu Dao's energy and blood volume was even more amazing, he probably wouldn't be so depressed.

"I'm not bad either. His fists were all absorbed when he hit me."

In the same way that Bu Qin was walking in the mud, Wu Dao also marveled at Zhao She. He seemed to have no experience in kung fu and relied solely on soft experience to relieve his strength. That would be terrible.

At least Wu Dao's current Shenmen Jin is not able to be as flexible as he wants.

"What he said is indeed true. The spiritual energy is revived and a large part of the resource advantage is offset."

"he?"

"He is a buddy, so he should be the wrong one. They were beaten together at first, and then we made an agreement to see who can beat him back first." Zhao She was inevitably a little discouraged. Wu Dao was famous, but he was suppressing him with fists and kicks.

It’s okay.

But is it uncomfortable after all?

Most people from aristocratic families are proud. It depends on whether they are arrogant or arrogant.

Zhao She saw that the man who had beaten him violently in the past and his brothers were flying away. He was wasting his time. It was hard to say whether he was sure or not.

He kept his mouth shut, but it seemed more like he was talking to himself.

"After he went to work that time, he was going to go home and inherit the family business. He probably won't have the chance to do chivalry in the future. Martial Arts Lieutenant, I will come to Zhao's house as a guest when I have time, and he invites me to drink."

"A lot of people have said what I said was wrong, right? Isn't he the protagonist of Nan Xia's novel that he imitated?"

"How do I know?" Zhao She was a little embarrassed.

"Because he has read it too." Wu Dao remembered that the protagonist in the novel lost his dream of being a river and lake, and he was very similar to Zhao She who wanted to go home and inherit the family business.

The two of them feel a little sympathetic to each other at the moment, because tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival. They are heroes who are full of heroism in their bones. No matter how much they wander outside, I have to go home.

Bu Nao got to know Zhao She, which can be considered an unexpected gain from this trip.

The son of that aristocratic family was very pleased with Wu Dao.

Wu Gao happened to find his style very pleasing to his eye.

The two also had a fight with each other, and laughed and promised to interact more in the future. Zhao She even hugged Wu Dao's shoulders very boldly and said that his mother had long disliked the scum of the family, and when he got home, he

I just want to beat up those worms and trash, and when the time comes, I want to call Wu Miao to help me, but he won't be able to do anything sloppy.

Zhao She has unlimited passion after being temporarily lonely.

The big man in the sky asked himself to change his aristocratic family's appearance of being a righteous person.

Did that make Wu Dao couldn't help but think, if all the members of Zhao She's family have such goals, what should be his future goals?

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When Hong Siyu came to pick up Wu Gao, he found an uncontrollable smile on his face.

He blinked his smart eyes, but he was considerate and didn't ask aloud.

Hong Siyu, who was driving, did not expect that Wu Dao would take the initiative to talk to her, and the topic he spoke made her a little unsure of how to answer.

"Siyu, what kind of person do I think would be struck to death by lightning?"

"How many evils are there?" Hong Siyu knew whether Wu Yao had gone to kill the evil spirit Yu Ji.

"good!"

Wu Dao shook his head solemnly and stared at her meaningfully through the rearview mirror. He didn't speak slowly until the shrewd and considerate secretary's face turned red.

"The weak will die."

It seems right to say so.

Because Wu Miao was hit by a thunderbolt from Yu Ji, and the thunder was not chopped by Wu Miao. Wu Miao, who was able to catch the thunder at that moment, could feel that the thunder seemed to have been struck by him.

I absorbed a lot. Later, when I got the broken portrait of the god, the vague feeling of thunder became even more obvious.

"Young Master is wrong." Hong Siyu was silent for a while.

"Am I in good health?" Wu Gao asked casually again.

Hong Siyu cautiously glanced at Wu Dao in the rearview mirror.

"Very good."

"Then he'll be relieved."

After saying this, Wu Dao closed his eyes and rested his mind. Hong Siyu breathed a sigh of relief, but he was still a little uneasy, and the car driving on the road couldn't help but speed up a bit.

How does it feel...

She seems to have been manipulated?

Ever since they had skin-to-skin contact, Dongwu Mou said more obscene and clever things in private, which often made her worry about gain and loss. Hong Siya had a deep understanding of what it meant to be sultry, and she probably wanted to do it in front of Wu.

If you say it to the face of mourning, she will inevitably beg for punishment in bed.

"The Mid-Autumn Festival is tomorrow. Do you want me to stay in Puhai? Why don't you go back to Yushan with him?"
To be continued...