Chapter 547 Calculation

"Since you said so, I can rest assured that we will face the next thing together. Don't worry, I won't let you be in trouble alone."

This was a heartfelt message for Duanmei, and it also made him feel a little more relaxed.

After saying this, I remembered how angry the judge, Duan Mei and the man in the suit had just been.

I despise the two of them for relying on their elders and bullying their younger generations. It's a very unpleasant thing to say.

Simply put half of the reason for the decline of the Taoist sect on them.

Perhaps these two simply cannot bear such a big responsibility, so they must be quite depressed now.

"You may have misunderstood what I mean. The judge is not making sarcastic remarks. He just feels that it is a pity that everything has developed to this point. Anyway, he doesn't know how old he is. He is certainly well-informed. Let’s just listen to it, it will be beneficial after all.”

I saw that Duanmei understood what I meant and said this again. As a result, after saying this, the relationship between the two of us became more and more awkward.

Later, he didn't even look at me. His attitude made me feel baffled.

I don’t want to talk to him anymore. The main thing is to stick my hot face to someone else’s cold ass. Who wants that?

I stayed in the house to sleep, and Duanmei went out to discuss things with the man in the suit.

I thought that I might take action in the next two days, so I didn't tell them.

The judge wants to ask the spirit messenger for help. I think if we can solve it by ourselves, let the spirit world be aside.

It's okay to help, but everything depends on other people's words. One day, the mountain will fall and the mountain will fall.

But if you place all your hopes on yourself, this will not happen.

I'm not a smart person, but this is what I learned from my experience after suffering many losses.

In my sleep, I saw a woman with snakes on her head.

She kept smiling at me, making me look into her eyes.

I always feel that her name is on my lips and about to come out the next moment.

And I didn’t dare to look at him at all. Ever since I remembered that she was Medusa, I didn’t dare to open my eyes.

I was afraid that I would inadvertently make eye contact with her, and then I would turn into a stone sculpture.

She almost scared me to death when she got in the car today. After all, there are snakes on a person's head. No matter how brave I am, I will be scared the moment I see it.

It was no use closing my eyes, it was obvious that she didn't intend to let me go easily.

At this moment, it seemed like she was singing songs constantly around my body. I have to say, Medusa’s singing voice was pretty good.

It's their damage power that's really terrible.

I was worried that if anyone looked at Medusa, they would be overturned.

At that time, Medusa only needs to find the right moment, smoothly enter the battlefield, and let the enemy look at him. Wouldn't he defeat the enemy completely?

The more I think about it, the existence of Medusa seems to be an irrational mechanism, and she is not on my side, which makes me a little annoyed.

Maybe I had enough fun, Medusa disappeared, and I thought I was about to wake up, but the next moment Biyijia smelled the rotten smell,

Without even thinking about it, I knew it was the monster in the missionary's white robe coming over.

The rotten smell on his body was simply suffocating.

The smell floating in the air is too suffocating.

I think these things may appear in my dreams tonight and interact with me.

Medusa has passed by now, and the few remaining people are not as scary as I thought.

When the missionary came to me, I suddenly opened my eyes and began to look at him carefully.

I found that the epidermis on his face had dried up. He was said to be a missionary, but in fact it was a mummy supporting this piece of clothing.

This makes sense, but even if he did it like this, why would the rotten smell on his body still be so strong?

I looked at his waist again and felt something was wrong, but this thing didn't mean to speak.

I was too embarrassed to take the initiative to talk to him, mainly because I didn’t dare to take the initiative to communicate with him.

I was exhausted from a night of dreaming. I finally met nine monsters and dealt with them.

Only then did he open his eyes from sleep.

I found that it was already noon the next day, and the sun was shining directly on my face. In fact, I was not surprised. It should be noon now.

I just can't understand that when such dazzling sunlight shines on my face, a sleeping person should be awakened.

But at that time, I had been dealing with monsters from the West, and I didn't feel the sun at all.

Speaking of Western monsters, I can barely accept the others, except that the giant dragon in Western mythology is too ugly.

For example, the dragon is the totem of China, and there are traces of the dragon in all kinds of words.

Including dragons among the twelve zodiac signs, dragons are sacred in my eyes and cannot be offended.

But the dragon in the West seems to be a big lizard with wings. When it appeared in my dream, it screamed at me desperately.

I don't have the slightest fear, I always find this thing strange.

Maybe because he couldn't do anything to me later, the dragon disappeared completely.

Among the nine monsters, he was the fastest to retreat. The missionary stared at me for a long time.

I didn't want to look at him anymore, so he disappeared. The dragon was very proactive in saving time for me.

I came out of the house and found the judge and Broken Eyebrow sitting face to face at the table.

The two seemed to be drinking tea. Smelling the strong tea fragrance, I shamelessly poured myself a cup.

I didn't expect that after the tea was poured out, it was not hot, but rather the kind of biting cold. I didn't dare to bring the tea to my mouth.

I saw that Broken Eyebrow looked very enjoyable, drinking it in small sips.

I couldn't accept it more and more. Why is it like this? Is there something wrong with me?

He drank a sip of tea and looked at me, and then kept staring at me. The look in his eyes was not very friendly.

I was a little surprised. Could it be that he had something to ask me?

Or did I offend him again? No, I just got up now.

I can't stand offending people without doing anything. After I admit it, where can I go to complain?

The more I think about it, the more aggrieved I feel. I put the teacup on the table and started to question Broken Eyebrow.

"Why are you staring at me? Is there something on my face or something beautiful? Come up and explain it clearly."