"Do you know her name?"
Lin Beichen asks tentatively.
Qianlong shook his head and said, "I don't know, this person is a taboo in the divine world."
Lu Bing approached steadily and said in a low voice: "I know a little bit of rumors. It is said that this man was called" pitying God "at the beginning. He was a mortal. He pitied the gods with mortal gods and claimed that he would never become a God."
Self pity God?
"Is her surname Qin?"
Lin Beichen's heart is beating wildly.
"I don't know. The information and information about this man has been blocked by dahuangshen. What we just said is just hearsay in recent years." Lu Bingwen said: "however, it is true that the score record of the divine selection competition still exists."
"Why did Dahuang block this person's information?"
Because it is likely to involve the chief priest of Qin Dynasty, Lin Beichen directly broke the casserole and asked to the end.
"I only heard that this man had slaughtered gods, but I don't know why. The blockade must have something to do with slaughtering gods."
Lu Bingwen road.
"It's said that this man tried to overthrow the rule of God with the power of mortals. He claimed that" everyone is God in the whole world ". He preached some dangerous ideas and was personally suppressed by the gods of the divine world. Finally, he fled to the lower world."
Qianlong added.
The two dandy gods, the second generation, tried their best to express themselves in front of Lin Beichen, so they said everything they knew. Whether it was the advice of the family elders or the hearsay, they all said it.
Lin Beichen's liver is pounding when he hears it.
Isn't this the chief sacrifice of Qin?
It's too big.
What's more, the last divine election contest was a hundred years ago.
Is master Qin a centenarian?
Can I wipe it?
The age difference is a little
But it doesn't matter.
The Milky way says that the creation of the world's thirty has the golden brick, the female big three hundred sends the Jiangshan, the female big three hundred delivers the Xian Dan, the female big three thousand ranks the immortal class, the female big thirty thousand mother's mother feeds, the female big three hundred thousand, the Buddha gate gate, the female big three million three million circles you has the final say, the thirty million and six big circles around you, the female three hundred million three hundred million, the female big three billion Pangu is the younger brother, the female big thirty billion hand rubbing the galaxy...
It doesn't matter how old you are.
It's mainly about deep feelings.
My big wife and I, that's true love.
Thinking about this, Lin Beichen is happy again.
However, the happy atmosphere of this dinner is over.
Because soon, people from all walks of life came to pay homage to Jian Xiaoyao with different gifts.
All forces, big and small, hope to make a good relationship with Lin Beichen.
Big forces want to take Lin Beichen back to their own.
Small forces want Lin Beichen to have a reputation or something.
The people who drink and eat in xiaomeilou soon find that the big people who are rarely seen on weekdays line up with gifts. They line up a hundred meters outside the door from the second floor of xiaomeilou. There are also some noble families who directly break the rules and don't line up. No one dares to say anything.
In the box.
"Xiaowen, what do you think of me treating you?"
Lin Beichen smiles at Lu Bingwen.
The latter was a little flustered: "boss, you treat me better than my parents, but I'm still young..."
"It's OK. You've grown a lot."
Lin Beichen said with a smile: "there are too many people coming from outside. You can help me deal with it. You should take the benefits, but don't promise anything..."
Lu Bingwen thought about it carefully and said, "just take advantage, not promise?"
Lin Beichen was stunned, thumbed up: "image, brother, you are a talent."
Lu Bing took a long breath and laughed with pride: "boss, don't worry, I'm the best at this. After all, that's what I do on weekdays."
Lin Beichen wrote a word "Fu" in his heart and stood up and said, "please send all the gift lists back to Moyuan Zhai and ask your sister-in-law Qinglei to accept them."
Green bud beside a Zheng, immediately heart surging infinite satisfaction.
The five words "you Qinglei sister-in-law" seem simple, but they give her the greatest recognition.
At least the little man did not regard her as an insignificant plaything, willing to give respect and recognition in front of his brother.
After explaining everything, Lin Beichen gets up, takes Qinglei, goes out from the "happy door of Lao Wang" in the private room, and leaves along the "secret road of happy Lao Wang".
"Boss, wait a minute. I'll go too. I have something else to ask you."
The Qianlong followed.
Lu Bing sat firmly in the box, and his heart was full of beauty.
The scene in front of him is the picture that he wanted to realize when he drank too much.
So many people are lining up to beg for their elder brother.
The scenery.
"Start picking up."
As he thought, he asked the kitten standing at the door to open the door.
……
……
Out on the street.
"That's the medicine. I have marked the usage and dosage on it."
Lin Beichen gave Qianlong [amoxicillin], [oseltamivir], [Lianhua Qingwen capsule] and [ceflorin] which had been bottled in advance.
"Remember, keep it a secret. If it works, contact me the first time."
Lin Beichen told patiently.
This is his basic dish.
Absolutely not.
"Don't worry, boss. When the medicine is tested, we'll kill them all..."
The Dragon said and made a gesture to wipe his neck.
Lin Beichen is startled, jumps up to give this goods a brain crack, way: "think what, think what, you think what? We are all serious people. If we don't do this kind of thing, we should protect our goals. Then we will all be our propaganda models... When I jump out of the divine election contest, it will be our big plan to make money“
Qianlong nodded and said, "I understand, boss. I do things. Don't worry."
Finish saying, take medicine to turn round to leave.
On the street, people come and go.
Lin Beichen stretched himself.
"Ah, it's getting late. It's time for us to go home and have a rest."
Lin Da Shao, holding Qinglei's white soft hand, deliberately scratched it in the palm.
As expected, the little lady's white face turned red to the root of her ears.
……
……
"Mother, are you well?"
In the shabby courtyard of the lower third district, panghu was overjoyed to see the grey haired woman sitting at the door.
I'm dying of the disease of flower mark.
When panghu went to the second round of the competition, my mother was still lying on the bed and couldn't move because of the complications of flower mark.
"You're back. What's the result of the second round competition?"
The grey haired old lady's voice was calm, and she had a kind of calmness that is rarely seen in an ordinary woman.
"Mother, don't worry. Didn't I tell you? I recognized a boss who helped me a lot... "
I don't know why. Only in the face of my mother, can panghu not stammer when talking, and his thinking will be much more agile.
"Mother, is your illness cured?"
Fat tiger put the wine, meat and delicious food on the stone roller and said, "eat quickly, I just bought it for you."
"The results first."
The old lady with grey hair said sternly.
"I should be the second in the whole examination room map, lower than the boss."
Fat tiger is very excited.
"Tell me everything that happened in the competition. Don't miss any details or exaggerate."
The old woman looked serious and turned a blind eye to the delicious food and wine nearby.
"OK, Niang..."
So panghu said all the things in the whole [golden desert] competition.
After listening, the grey haired old woman was silent for a long time.
"Niang, you eat quickly, the food is cold..." panghu can't help urging.
Finally, a kind smile appeared on the gray haired old woman's face. Looking at her son, she could not hide her pity in her eyes and said, "OK, mother, sword, smile. You can eat with mother, too."
"Niang, you eat, it's all for you."
"I've already had it," panghu said happily
Mother and son talk and laugh.
The atmosphere in the courtyard became cheerful.
The old woman with grey hair has a good appetite, not even smaller than the fat tiger, and her eating style is also very bad.
A table of food, wine and meat for ten people was swept away by her tea time.
At this time——
Dong Dong Dong.
There was a knock at the gate.
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Thank you for your reward. It scared me.
Thank you for your support and reward this month. There are still many large amounts of support. I'm very sorry that the knives didn't thank you one by one.
It's going to take four shifts to say anything today.
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