o solve our worries. If we don't entertain us well, then what face do we have to live with in the black murder group" Those other cadres will poke us in the back! ""I see." The young man suddenly real...two figures pushed open the door and went straight out.

Shen Qingzhu had a pocket in one hand and a cigarette in the other. He was about to light a fire, but his fingers stopped in mid-air.

he looked around and asked indefinitely, "Heaven." You can't help smoking, right "

". Can't help it, don't worry. " A hundred miles of fat puff at the corner of the mouth.

"how do you know"

"those alchemy gods who burn smoke and deep-fry Dan stoves every day are all right. What's the point of lighting a cigarette" Baili Pangpang waved his hand, "I really want to ban smoking. I'll talk about it when I get caught."

"too."

Shen Qingzhu lit the cigarette silently.

he took a deep breath and exhaled a long puff of smoke, as if to mix his powerlessness and depression in the smoke and spit it out.

"drag Brother."

"Hmm"

"what do you think of being a deity agent"

"what did you say"

Shen Qingzhu froze in place.

Baili grinned, pointed to the Asgard Temple around him and said, "look, it's not what it used to be. The great summer gods have completely returned. So many immortals, there must be a few who want some disciples or an agent, right"

I think, Brother Drake, you are gifted and super-natured, and you have a high chance of being chosen as an agent by Daxia God.

you said, if the moral Emperor, the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother came to you as agents at the same time, which one would you choose "

Shen Qingzhu, smoking a cigarette, looked suspiciously at Pangpang Baili beside him. "are you kidding me"

"if so, I'll give you an analogy!"

"." Shen Qingzhu was silent for a moment. "I won't choose any of them."

"Why"

Shen Qingzhu stopped. "I don't want to be anyone's agent, nor do I want to be anyone's shadow." I just want to be myself. "

Pangpang stared at him for a moment, then looked back and nodded.

"well, I see."

"which way is the heavenly toilet"

"er. I don't know. Catch a god and ask for directions "

"do they really need toilets"

"."

.

after talking to Lin for seven nights, Michael left by himself.

Lin Qi returned to the courtyard to train for a while. After sweating, he went back to bed in a dogskin wheelchair and lay down on his back.

judging from today's rehabilitation situation, it will probably take four or five days for this body to return to its original level. according to the meaning of Heaven and Michael, the transaction between them should be completed as soon as possible. Lin Qiyi intends to leave immediately after he recovers, and follow Michael to that mysterious place to retrieve the traded goods.

looking at the ceiling above his head, Lin Qinight slowly closed his eyes and sank his consciousness into the mental hospital of the gods.

No sooner had he pushed open the door of the dean's office than he heard a sorrowful and melancholy lamentation, which came from the stone steps in front of the hospital:

. Brown guava and ivy leaves, I have no choice but to hold out my rude fingers to shake off your bright yellow leaves.

because of the misery of relatives and friends and the heavy pressure of pain, I was forced to disturb your prime of life.

Young Dean Lin died in extraordinary years.

Young Dean Lin never left home. "

Lin looked around blankly and saw countless nurses in dark blue uniforms neatly lined up in the empty courtyard, bowing their heads and silently wiping away tears.

Li Yifei stood in front of all the nurses, wearing a white hat, white satin around his waist and red eyes, as if he had just cried. Behind him, several other ministers stood in a row with grief, including the rich who took part in the war, with bandages on the dog's legs, shakily leaning on a crutch and clawing at the tears in the corners of his eyes.

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on the stone steps in front of the courtyard, Blaki was holding the harp and facing the crowd, looking sorrowful and sorrowful, plucking the strings and singing mourning songs.

when Blaki's poems stopped, Li Yifei, who stood in front of him, took a deep breath, glared at him and shouted:

"send the Dean!"

please--!!

the beauty took out a wad of white paper money from her pocket and suddenly threw it into the sky. The paper money was scattered in the courtyard, and the cries of the nurses became more and more sad.

"Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh, Dean Lin, have a good trip."

"Dean Lin, we will miss you."

"Dean, do you have any unfinished wishes give us a dream so that we can satisfy you."

"Dean Lin, how miserably you died!"

"."

the howl of ghosts and wolves echoed in the courtyard. Lin Qi, dressed in a white coat, stood at the door of the dean's room, the corners of his mouth twitching crazily.

he seemed to notice something and looked up to the second floor.

at the door of several wards, a monkey in a broken cassock and a man in a gray robe were silently leaning against the railing, each with more than a dozen empty wine altars, gazing at the white paper money scattered all over the sky, their eyes very complicated.

"do you believe it" Gilgamesh suddenly opened his mouth.

"what"

"the following farce."

". I don't believe it. " Sun WuKong was silent for a moment and shook his head. "he doesn't die so easily."... What's more, he is the owner of this place. If he is really dead, how can there be no change here "

"really" Gilgamesh's eyes narrowed. "do you really think this hospital depends on his life"

Sun WuKong's brow frowned.

"after staying here for so long, you should be able to see how high the personality of this hospital is, and how can such a level of existence be attached to the soul of a mortal and vanish with his death" Gilgamesh shook his head,

"what's more, he. Is it really the owner of this place Is there anything to prove it "

"what do you mean"

"I don't mean anything." Gilgamesh turned his head and looked calmly at the crying nurses in the courtyard. "I just don't think this place is that simple."

while the two were talking, Li Yifei, standing in the courtyard, shouted again:

"worship the Soul House!"

Ode -!

hundreds of nurses in the hospital, at the same time, turned abruptly, facing the director's room in the hospital building, Lin seven nights, and bowed down deeply.

when the crowd stood up wiping tears, in a trance, they saw a familiar white shadow standing at the door of the dean's room. They were slightly stupefied, reached out and rubbed their eyes, and looked intently.

under the dull gaze of the nursing workers, Lin Qi Night meditated for a moment and held out his hand from his pocket:

… Flatten yourself. "

there was a dead silence in the courtyard.

it took several seconds for the nurse to react. His eyes almost popped out of his eyes and shouted in horror: "Dean Lin is working!"

the whole mental hospital of the gods was suddenly plunged into unparalleled chaos.eces of sarcoma bulged and burst on his body, and countless scarlet worms wriggled in it to form disgusting worms.the blood vessels on Anqing fish's neck are protruding, but she doesn't pay attention...