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Chapter 504 Recover

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    I drank wine with Tang Xinhe until more than nine o'clock in the evening. After being slightly drunk, the show ended. Monk Hua Cao Shanjun was probably addicted to alcohol and meat for the first time after going down the mountain. He ate more happily and drank a bottle of Maotai by himself.  After eating more than a dozen hairy crabs, he was already on the verge of collapse. His small eyes were floating, and it was obvious that he was going to sleep in the Tang family drunk.

    Xiang Que and Wang Xuanzhen had no choice but to help him and leave quickly. A family doctor sent by Mr. Tang to supervise had clearly reminded them several times with his eyes that it was almost ten o'clock and the wine should be drunk, and there was a pregnant woman beside him.  .

    The place where he lives is not far away, in Chen Xia's house in Zijin Mountain Villa. Since Xiang Que planned to stay in Nanjing permanently, the key here has fallen into his hands.

    "Crackling" pushed open the door, and Xiang Que and Wang Xuanzhen walked into the room with the hangover Cao Shanjun on their arm.

    "Pa" Yang Fei'er pressed the switch on the wall, and the room suddenly lit up.

    Cao Shanjun, who was as drunk as a dead dog, suddenly raised his head, blinked his little cloudy eyes and said in astonishment: "There is someone in the room, a very strong person."

    Xiang Que and Wang Xuanzhen were taken aback immediately, and asked in puzzlement, "What do you mean? Is there someone in the room?"

    "No, don't you drink too much, pretend?" Wang Xuanzhen said with a curled lip.

    Cao Shanjun staggered away from the two of them, stared and said: "This person is so sinful, and there is a corrosive aura from Jiuyou on him, this kind of person shouldn't appear in Yangjian  "

    Xiang Que's eyes suddenly paused, his brows were deeply furrowed, and Wang Xuanzhen asked in confusion, "Where is Jiuyou?"

    "Under the 18th floor of hell, it is said that there are dead souls who cannot be reincarnated forever and have committed crimes," Xiang Que said in a deep voice.

    There are 18 levels of hell in the underworld, where the souls of the dead who have committed great sins and arrived in the underworld after death are imprisoned one by one.  Zeng Hell has not ended, and the Jiuyou under the 18th floor of hell is still imprisoned for a sinful soul who has been condemned by the underworld and cannot be reincarnated forever.

    "Why didn't I feel it? Logically speaking, your cultivation level may not be much higher than mine." Xiang Que asked in surprise, squinting his eyes.

    Cao Shanjun said: "I'm just more familiar with the smell of that sin. The Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Sutra I practiced is the most familiar with this breath."

    Suddenly, Xiang Que, Cao Shanjun and Wang Xuanzhen looked up at the same time, and at some point a figure appeared on the railing of the corridor on the second floor above the hall of the villa, leaning against it with his back facing downward.

    "Shua" at the moment he saw the figure, Xiang Que raised his hand and condensed five sword qi, ready to go, Cao Shanjun took off a string of rosary beads from his wrist and laid them across his chest.

    That person just gave them a back view, but in an instant, he brought infinite pressure to the two of them.

    But neither of the two nervous people noticed that the fat on Fatty Wang's body behind him suddenly trembled.

    "Huh" Xiang Que took a deep breath, a stream of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and the people upstairs were motionless, but it made his nerves tense.

    "Dad" Xiang Que and Cao Shanjun were nervous, and when they looked alert, a very discordant voice came from behind.

    "Shua" the two turned their heads in a daze, and stared blankly at the slightly excited Fatty Wang for a moment.

    "Gudu" Fatty Wang swallowed, raised his head and shouted, "Dad, why are you here?"

    The man upstairs quietly turned around, looked at the three people below and said, "That's right, it's a little tricky."

    "Tat Tat Tat, Tat Tat Tat" the man walked down the stairs slowly.

    Xiang Que immediately glanced at Fatty Wang next to him, because this man whom Wang Xuanzhen called his father really didn't look like him. To put it simply, the other party was full of masculinity and belonged to the most popular uncle.  , and Wang Xuanzhen can only be described as short and fat, how the hell could this be his own?

    But as far as pretending this is concerned, the two of them look like father and son. You said that since you are Wang Xuanzhen's father, why did you use the whole mysterious way of appearance? You go into the room and sit on the sofa to drink some tea and wait for us  It's all right, and he ran upstairs and stood there, leaving us with a suspenseful back view.

    After Father Wang came down, his eyes fixed on Yang Fei'er first. He glanced up, down, left, and right for a few times, and then squeezed out a smile that made women intoxicated: "Young girl from Yang Gong's Feng Shui family, you have good eyes.  the kid"

    Yang Feier blushed suddenly, bit her lip and said, "Hello, Uncle."

    "Well, good." Father Wang nodded, then looked at Xiang Que and said in a rather unpredictable way: "What a fate Hehe, interesting"

    Xiang Que scratched his head in confusion, and asked, "Uncle, what do you mean by speaking so mysteriously?"

    "You will understand in the future, do you have wine at home, go and get us a drink"

    "Dad, you don't seem to see me." Wang Xuanzhen asked a little sadly.

    "What's the matter, I have to kneel down to you when I see you," Father Wang said, casting a glance at him.

    "Then why don't you talk to me?" Wang Xuanzhen asked a little anxiously.

    "It's all in my heart, what can I say?" Father Wang waved his hand.

    Xiang Que brought a few bottles of wine from the wine cabinet in the villa and put them on the tea table. Father Wang directly took a bottle, opened it, raised his head and took a big gulp.

    Yang Feier said in astonishment: "Lafite in 1982, do you have to use this drinking method?"

    "Drinking is all about pleasure, and the method is completely unimportant"

    The wines in the villa of the Chen family are all good wines, but they are not for drinking but for decoration, so when buying, they only buy the ones with the highest price, just for the sake of looking good.

    Xiang Que has been here twice, but he hasn't touched a sip. He still prefers beer.

    "Boy, come and do it." Father Wang suddenly raised the wine bottle and said to Xiang Que, "Thank you for my son, you have saved his life."

    "My brother, if I have something to do, he will take the lead, uncle, don't worry about it"

    "Why didn't I take it to heartyou're too fast," Father Wang said lightly.

    "Ah, what do you mean?" Xiang Que and Wang Xuanzhen were instantly confused.

    Father Wang said: "Do you think I can't solve that corpse king? I haven't done it all the time. I just want to sharpen his state of mind. I also want him to dissolve the corpse poison by himself.  I will also take action to untie him."

    "Is my father also so cruel?" Xiang Que asked blankly.

    "Bang Dang" Father Wang suddenly took out something from his body and threw it on the coffee table: "But in the end, you have saved his life. I have to say, this thing is yours, right? I will get it back for you."  up"

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