Why doesn't God send down a nine-day divine thunder, the kind that crackles with noise and kills this annoying person? God really has no eyesight. At this moment, Da Ming's mood is extremely unhappy, and there is a rampage. Impulsive, why did I want to pick up the knife and kill him after just saying a few words to this man?
Starting today, Ming Dynasty is dead. This sentence is actually easy to understand. It may be that he no longer intends to use this name, or he has been completely injured by Wang Busheng, and has completely given up on the profession of assassin. In the future, he will abandon the dark side and turn to the bright side. There are many explanations for being a killer again, but as for the anniversary, there really is no such explanation.
Zhang Jinghui's head turned quickly. As expected of a business person, she understood the meaning of Xiao Lu's words and asked in a low voice, "Xiao Lu, are you not planning to be a killer in the future?"
"Yes." Xiaolu nodded and then looked at Wang Busheng, his face immediately filled with displeasure and a look of disgust as if he had stepped on dog shit, "If it weren't for him, I could still work for another ten or twenty years. Earn more while you are young, and you will be able to enjoy happiness when you are old."
"Um, why do these words sound like the meaning of a brothel sister, about making more money while you are young? These words can easily cause ambiguity." Of course, Wang Bushit didn't dare to ask questions, he could only mutter to himself.
Just listen to Xiao Lu continue to say, "The thing I regret most in my life is taking this business. Good things don't go out, and bad things spread thousands of miles. The failure of the first mission spread in the world, so that I have been confused for the past few months." There is no business, and it will not be successful this time. How can a person who can't complete the task be a killer? How can anyone trust a person whose credibility has been ruined and still come to me to do business? Even if I want to be someone else, I won't. Come to me, kill one and get one free, even if it’s a discount.”
Hearing Xiao Lu's words, Wang Bu Sie burst into laughter. Hearing the laughter, Xiao Lu rolled his eyes at Wang Bu Sie, who was so frightened that he hurriedly shut up.
I touched my nostril, and there was no blood flowing out, but it still hurt a little. This girl, Xiaolu, looked gentle and gentle, but I didn't expect that she would be very heavy-handed. She likes to pick the most vulnerable places to attack, such as somewhere. It's really not possible. Judging people by their appearance.
"The wind will last forever, the rain lasts all day, who is this? Heaven and earth, heaven and earth cannot last forever, how much more so for human beings? No profession will last forever," Zhang Jinghui looked at Xiaolu and continued, "And I don’t think being a killer is a long-term job, it’s too dangerous.”
"I can't help myself." Xiao Lu also let go. Since he planned to change his career, he didn't have so many scruples. He simply sat on the ground, took Zhang Jinghui's hand, and explained, "Sister, I don't want to either. I was forced to I was deceived into a headhunting school. Until I graduated, I learned nothing except the ability to kill. I didn’t know how to weave, raise silkworms, or cook or do housework. I didn’t know what to do. There happened to be a boss who posted a message against me. Enemies, so I took the job, and it was successful, the first time and the second time. Gradually, I became famous and got used to this kind of life."
"After all, killing is wrong," Wang Bushit interjected. As a male protagonist, you must have a correct outlook on life and values. Things that violate laws and disciplines cannot be done.
"I kill all the people who deserve to be killed. Although I am a killer who only cares about money, I will not take all orders. I only kill bad guys. A total of thirty-seven people died in my hands. The gangsters accounted for two Ten people, ten are unfilial sons, three are liars, and the other four are cheaters who ruin good people's families."
No longer regarding Wang BuSie as prey, Xiaolu's attitude has softened a lot, and she is willing to explain to Wang BuSie.
He almost became the thirty-eighth one. Wang Busui muttered in his heart, then cleared his throat and said, "If they do bad things, they will have officialdom. If you kill someone, you are violating the king's law."
"There is no justice in the world, so what's the use of the government? People in the government will only see profit and forget justice. They only protect the interests of the superiors. In their hearts, the common people are just expendable bargaining chips. In their eyes, interests are the most important. What's important is that as long as you pay the minimum price, good and evil can be reversed. When I kill people, I am saving people, and it is also to create a bright and righteous place."
It was the first time I heard someone talk about murder in such an upright and righteous way, but Wang Busui was speechless. What Xiao Lu said is true. When the people lose confidence in the government, there will be no justice. Justice can be delayed or absent.
To lose one point of human desire is to regain one point of heaven and earth. How light and free, how simple! Only by controlling your desires and knowing how to be satisfied can you gain a happy life.
The fastest relief in the world is to let go. When people are alive, there will always be too many obsessions. They are obsessed with people, things, or things. They are obsessed with a word. You can forget it if you think openly. You will find that the world is still beautiful, the world is still bright, and there is still kindness and justice.
At this moment, Xiao Lu has completely given up. He no longer has any nostalgia for the profession of killer, and has no interest in upholding justice and safeguarding world peace. It is difficult for one person to sweep a house and sweep the world. His own power is small, so how can he return the world to his true self? of peace.
A wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "It doesn't matter, these things have nothing to do with me anyway, and I don't want to worry about it anymore."
"Little Green Sister, what are your plans for the future?" The friendship between women came so suddenly. They had just become familiar with each other and now they have become sisters. Wang Busui was very doubtful whether the emotional material was made of plastic, which would break at the touch of a touch.
"Of course I will continue to be my sister Leng's maid. I will have food and drink every day, and my life will no longer be in danger." Xiao Lu was cheerful. His image at this moment did not look like a killer at all. He was not handsome or cold at all. It was obvious that Xiao Lu was very satisfied with his current life. "This time I am just giving an explanation to my employer. If I succeed, I will accept the reward with peace of mind. If I fail, there is nothing I can do. I will send the money back and I will not do the business anymore. I will continue to be the maid of the Wang family."
Who says Xiaolu is a reckless man without any brains? No, he still has ideas and has thought of a way out.
Wang Bushi feels that his home is a shelter for resigned killers. Leng Bingbing does, and now Xiaolu does too. Should he also set up a killer organization? He doesn't have to use the two trump cards in vain, and he can also make some extra money and let everyone see him more. Ordering something meaty is not.
"I have a question." Wang Bushi raised his hand to ask.
"Sir, please tell me if you have anything to say." Xiaolu, who really planned to continue to be a servant of the Wang family, had a 360-degree turn towards her master. She used to be polite, but now, although the smile on her face is a bit stiff, at least she The title given to Wang BuSie is a lot more respectful. Could it be that Wang BuSie's charisma has finally shone through, or that Wang BuSie's handsomeness is starting to look despicable.
Hearing Xiaolu's honorific title, it was obvious that Wang Bushit had a smile on his face and straightened his back. "You killers keep saying that you should eradicate violence and bring peace to the good, and rob the rich and give to the poor. I'm very surprised. Why did you kill me? I didn't do it." Bad things happen, but I’m a good person.”
Xiao Lu was a little hard to say.
"Can you give me a reason?" I have only been in this world for a short time. I have always lived my life honestly and I have never done anything illegal. I was forced to steal chickens by the old immortal and the rich. Well, why would someone want to kill me again and again, even hiring two killers?
He took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, and listened to Xiao Lu's words: "They said you don't pay for visiting brothels, and they often torture the girls there to death. There are already several girls who can't stand it. Killed on the spot." Xiao Lu was a little embarrassed to say it. After all, she was still a minor and would be shy about talking about things between men and women.
"Well, I like the word "life and death" very much, but what the hell is it if you don't pay? Besides, I have never been to a brothel, and I have only been to a bathhouse once, and I didn't do anything. "Sure, I can't bear the blame." Wang Bushit was unjust and ridiculous, "You also believe this reason, maybe you have eaten too many pig brains, and you have become a pig."
"Who are you calling a pig?" Pigs represent fatness. Even if his master calls him fat, Xiaolu will not look down upon him.
"Um, I'm sorry, I was abrupt," Wang Bushit apologized hastily. The bleeding from his nostrils had stopped and could no longer flow. "This reason is so lame and obvious that you actually believe it."
"I believe it. They found a few witnesses, and some were bedridden. They kept saying that you were the one who tortured them, and, and," Xiaolu looked at Wang Busheng, and then at Zhang Jinghui. She didn't know what was going on. Should or should not be said.
Hearing the meaning of Xiaolu's words, Wang Bushi nodded, "It's okay, no need to avoid taboos, just go on and tell me exactly how they arranged my arrangement, every word."
"Moreover, they also said that you are sick. Ever since you refused to give me money, they have become sick. It is a serious infectious disease,"
"They fart," Wang Bushit said angrily. He hadn't even married yet, so he got sick. Who could bear this? "How could I, a young master, or a chicken be sick? They are the ones who are sick. I am innocent." .
"That's what they said, and, and."
Wang Busheng is like a middle-aged uncle who has been battered by life. He has already accepted his fate and said, "Okay, continue with your..."
"And you are very violent and always like to torture in various ways. You will use more than a dozen candles and whips every time."
"and"
"Likes to use whips and maces"
"and"
"Inhumane"
With a swish, Wang Bushit stood up and said, "They fart, I'm going to kill them."
I was wronged that I like to play violently, but I tolerated it. After all, this is also a small affection between men and women. Some special hotels also have props in this area, and some bathhouses also provide services in this area. But you say that you are not humane, The uncle can bear it, but the aunt can't. This is what people say. Without investigation, there is no right to speak. I should still be pretty good. I can't be humane and just kidding.
Hearing Xiao Lu's series of arrangements, Zhang Jinghui's face turned red. What are these? It's so embarrassing. How can there be such an arranger?
"Bushit, I believe in you." Zhang Jingjun couldn't bear to comfort Wang Bushit when he saw that he had just married a wife who ran away with someone else before she even had time to enjoy it.
"Um" Xiaolu looked at Zhang Jinghui in disbelief. Without investigation, she has no right to speak. Did this sister have any investigation?
Wang Bushu was so moved that he wanted to cry. Finally, someone told the truth. Men are not afraid of being beaten or scolded, but being told no, it would be a big explosion in the universe. Holding Zhang Jinghui's little hand, "Sister Jinghui, you are so kind. I will never let you down."
"Uh, wait, I didn't mean that, I meant you're not that kind of person." Sensing the ambiguity in his words and the obvious change in Xiaolu's eyes, Zhang Jinghui hurriedly explained that she still didn't have time to investigate, naturally. No say.
"Oh, that's it." Xiao Lu deliberately trailed off, then nodded heavily.
I have always admired the IQ of the ancients, Wang Imushi. The poem "Clouds and clothes are fragrant with flowers. If life is just like the first sight." What a beautiful poem. Taoist priests who make elixirs for immortality. How smart and capable they are. Just seeing Xiaolu, Wang It’s obvious that Bu Die, the IQ of the ancients was not high, so killing himself is a lame excuse for Leng Bingbing, Xiaolu even more so. Wang Bu Die is very aggrieved, but Wang Bu Die doesn’t cry.
"Okay, Xiaolu, you can tell me who wants to kill me now." It is necessary to carry out the ten tortures of the Manchu Qing Dynasty on that employer.
"This, is not good,"
"What's wrong"!
"My professional ethics don't allow it."
Phew, Wang Bu Shou was amused by Xiao Lu and wanted to laugh, "A killer has professional ethics, Xiao Lu, are you kidding me?"
"Although you are my master, please don't insult my beloved profession. Be careful if I worry you, I will fight to the death." Xiao Lu felt that she had been insulted, even more humiliated than being told that she was fat or ugly.
"Um, I'm sorry. I apologize, very sincerely." Wang Busheng hurriedly put away his smile. "Can you please tell your young master who wants to kill me?"
"No" Xiao Lu answered directly.
"What if I threaten you, threaten you with death?"
"No" is another shortened word.
"Well, killers are very principled and will never betray their employer." Although he couldn't explain the confusion, Wang Bu was very pleased. With such an honest, reliable and principled family member, Wang Bu didn't have to worry about the family being uneasy, right? .
"But you can buy me with money."
There was a brief moment of tranquility in the room.
"You can give me a lot of money, and I will tell you who asked me to kill you." Probably because he was worried that Wang Busheng wouldn't understand, Xiaolu explained again.
Zhang Jinghui has a good impression of Xiaolu. He is a very innocent child. He only sees good and evil in black and white. He is very similar to himself. Things are only right and wrong, there are no ifs. In his eyes, there are only good and bad people. Although this concept is wrong, but It’s not good to be myself, no matter what the gossip, I am still who I am. It’s just Xiaolu, well, this kid must have been afraid of poverty when he was young.
Xiao Lu also thought about it. Everything is like a dream, like a dew, or like lightning. It should be viewed like this. The killer can no longer do it, so the principle doesn't matter. How can we exchange it for something valuable? Happy but not doing anything.
"You mean, I use money to buy news."
"right,"
"Uh, okay, the character that Xiaolu just built completely collapsed, like a tofu project that was just built, within a few minutes."
"Okay, how much money do you want?"
All problems that can be solved with money are not problems. Money can simplify complex problems, such as using money to blow you up until you have nothing to say.
Xiaolu held out a finger.
"One hundred taels"!
Xiao Lu shook his head.
"One thousand taels"
Um, okay, it’s your guessing game again. The ancients were very lacking in entertainment activities.
"Ten thousand taels" couldn't be guessed when Wang Bu died, so Xiao Lu gave the answer.
