Yang Ning yawned and went upstairs to sleep.
When he got to his room, he thought for a while, took out his cell phone and wanted to call Bai Mao downstairs.
However, Yang Ning suddenly remembered that she didn't have Baimao's number at all.
Moreover, his mobile phone has long been out of battery.
He simply stopped dialing and said directly into the phone: "Tell those who are still alive that if I wake up and don't see the hotel owner kneeling outside the hotel door."
"Two days later, during the Celestial Buddha Lord's election, I took the boss's family there to perform a show for the outgoing old Buddha Lord, adding a bit of joy to the campaign."
After saying that, Yang Ning put down her phone and said to her side: "Get ready to sleep."
A group of little ghosts immediately got busy.
But this time Beibei and Shiwen were free.
Because there is no need to lay the floor today.
Looking at the two of them, Yang Ning smiled and said, "Come on, you two will be here soon."
The two little female ghosts looked at each other, and Shi Wen said softly: "Chengcheng, it doesn't matter if you don't take revenge."
Beibei nodded: "Yes."
"Anyway, even if that person dies, we won't be able to survive."
Shiwen looked like he was thinking hard and said, "I can't even remember what that person looks like."
Beibei nodded, and the bloody cracks on her delicate face gradually became lighter, "I don't remember either."
Looking at the two little female ghosts with some fondness, Yang Ning smiled and said: "When you are alive, you have to find something to do for yourself, otherwise, you will be wasted."
The two little girls thought carefully about Yang Ning's words. Everything was ready in the bathroom over there.
"Chengcheng! The water temperature is ready!"
"Chengcheng! The towels are ready!"
"The toothbrush is in place and the toothpaste is ready!"
"The toilet is OK! You can use it!"
...
Downstairs at Willy Hotel.
Bai Mao looked at his phone and fell into deep thought.
Just now, he heard a cell phone ringing, but after he picked up the phone, before he answered it, his idol's voice rang in his ears.
Bai Mao is not shocked at all by the idol's ability.
What he wondered was, if that was the case, why did he let his cell phone ring in the first place?
Just to go through the process?
Bai Mao immediately turned around and gave a thumbs up to the hotel upstairs, praising: "Idols are very particular about what they do!"
After saying that, he waved his hand again and made a gesture of holding a trumpet, and was about to speak to the Astronomical Office personnel who were lying on the ground in front of him. Hathaway wiped the bright red blood stains at the corner of his mouth with a tissue in one hand, and handed the trumpet to him with the other hand.
Bai Mao took the horn and glanced at her, and said, "Little Bat, although I like your face very much, I still think you should go upstairs to accompany my idol at this time."
Hathaway said coldly: "White-haired dog, do you want me to die?"
Bai Mao: "?!"
"I'll tell you again! I'm a wolf! A wolf!"
Hathaway yawned like Yang Ning, walked to the hotel, and found an unoccupied room to rest.
Bai Mao shouted behind her: "Damn it! Little Bat! How can you live in the same hotel as my idol?!"
"Besides! Idols have to pay money and you sleep in vain?!"
Bai Mao cursed and followed him into the hotel, threw a wad of U.S. dollars at the front desk, and then came out again, holding a loudspeaker and shouting to the people still alive outside: "Listen up!"
"My idol has spoken!"
"When he woke up, he couldn't see the hotel owner and his family. In two days, he would take the hotel owner and his family to see off the old Buddha!"
Compared with Yang Ning's original words, the meaning is slightly different, but not too different.
Upstairs, Yang Ning stood in front of the mirror and opened her mouth, letting Beibei brush her teeth carefully.
Not long after, night fell and Yang Ning fell asleep.
Downstairs, people from Tianxiang's official residence were quietly cleaning up the scene.
The surroundings have been completely controlled, not even a fly can fly in, let alone people.
It's not an exaggeration, it's true that not even a fly can fly in.
Even Night Breeze was precisely controlled by the monks.
The monks were on guard in all directions, fearing that any slightest disturbance might anger the sleeping Yang.
This time Yang Ning slept comfortably, but some people were complaining.
In front of Willy Hotel.
Only a few hours had passed since the first time he saw Yang Ning, but at this moment, Holy Monk Yunzhou seemed to have aged more than ten years.
Under his feet, the restrained Dragon Prison Pattern still looked calm.
But the reason for this calmness was that Holy Monk Yunzhou kept marking his Dharma patterns on the ground.
At the beginning, the elderly holy monk could still cope with it, but as time went by, his forehead gradually became covered with sweat.
Later, Holy Monk Yunzhou himself began to twitch all over. Once he was unable to draw new patterns under his feet, the Dragon Prisoning Patterns that Yang Ning drew casually would immediately engulf him completely.
What are the consequences of imprisoning a person with a magic pattern that can imprison a real dragon?
Monk Yunzhou didn't know the answer to this question.
But through Yang Ning's previous words, he had a vague feeling that he might not survive.
Helpless, Holy Monk Yunzhou could only sigh: "Two old friends, come and save me."
As soon as he finished speaking, two people walked out of the empty streets around him.
One is the holy monk Tula who once met Yang Ning.
The other one is also one of the seven holy monks of the sky, the Tianqiao Holy Monk.
As soon as these two people appeared, Holy Monk Yunzhou said with a guilty look on his face: "I'm sorry, I couldn't stop him."
Holy Monk Tula stepped forward and looked at the Dharma patterns at Yunzhou's feet, and said, "Don't be sorry, no one ever expected you to succeed."
The Tianqiao Holy Monk on the side placed a small stone on top of Yunzhou's head and said, "You are already very impressive if you can survive."
Yunzhou sighed: "It's because I'm showing mercy. If he puts more effort into this pattern, I definitely won't be able to survive it."
Tula carefully stared at the lines of the Dragon Prison pattern and shook his head and said, "No, he didn't mean to kill you or spare your life."
"He really just drew it casually. He doesn't care whether you live or die. In his opinion, he just wants to deal with you. As for whether you can survive or not, it depends on your ability."
Overpass Holy Monk: "Well, it's like if you see an ant on the road and you step on it, will you deliberately pay attention to the life and death of that ant?"
"Probably not, because you step on it and leave. That ant won't let you waste any more energy."
Holy Monk Yunzhou: "..."
As the Tianqiao Holy Monk placed a few stones on Yunzhou's head and around him, he then danced a very eye-catching dance around Yunzhou. During this process, both Yunzhou and Tula couldn't help but close their eyes.
The dance on the bridge ended, and a ray of light fell from the stars and the moon in the night sky, shining on the holy monk Yunzhou.
Suddenly, the holy monk, who was obviously much older, regained some of his vitality.
...
