Heavenly God Mnemonic

Not only Yang Qingxuan's table, Li Hongxiu's table, and the red-clothed old man's table, all looked out the door.

I saw two figures appearing at the entrance of the wine shop one after another.

A body is slightly fat, with a red face, and a gold band around his belly, full of pride.

The other person was expressionless, his pale face was still handsome, but he was not angry at all, just like a full zombie. When this person stepped into the wine shop, the temperature in the whole shop seemed to drop.

The slightly fat man saw the scene in the store and his eyes lit up. He wandered around Wei Qing and Yang Qingxuan a few times before returning to the old man in red and the man in green shirt. Hehe clasped his fists and walked over, laughing: "It turns out that it is two adults here. No wonder the atmosphere is so weird."

The old man smiled slightly and said, "It turned out to be Boss Cao, where did you get rich recently?"

The chubby man laughed and said, "Haha, how dare you say ‘get rich’? They are all small businesses, earn some living money, and I hope the two big bosses will take care of them."

The boss Cao sat down at the table of the old man and the man in the green shirt, patted the table with his slightly plump hands, and shouted, "Add a pair of tableware."

The shopkeeper personally took out a pair of bowls and chopsticks. Although he didn't recognize these people, he always felt that the atmosphere in the store was a bit weird today, but it couldn't be said to be strange.

Soon, Xiao Er came in with a bowl of fish head soup and placed it on the table of the old man in red.

The shopkeeper and Xiao Er thought in their hearts that if this fish head soup is so popular, they should add a dish to their store.

The other zombie-like man walked to an empty table, sat down, and said, "Wine, and fish head soup."

"Okay." Xiaoer Dian ran out again.

Everyone thought that the zombie man was not the same as the boss Cao.

At Yang Qingxuan's table, the middle-aged man couldn't help asking: "Two, who is chasing you?"

Xuantianji drank the soup and enjoyed the delicious food. He pointed to the zombie man and Boss Cao, and said, "Both of them chase me down."

The middle-aged man said: "It looks like they are not in the same group."

Xuan Tianji said: "I also feel strange that I don't even know them."

On the other table, the old man in red asked: "Boss Cao spends millions of dollars in minutes, why come to this small place to drink and eat soup?"

Boss Cao slapped the table angrily, pointing at Xuantianji and cursing: "It's not that this kid made a fuss. It made some of my business lose money, my wages were not paid out, and the employees would eat soil."

The old man nodded and said, "Boss Cao chased it out personally. It seems that he really lost a lot."

Xuantianji counterattacked: "Hey, fat man, you can drink fish soup, but you can't talk nonsense. I don't even know you. The ghost knows what business you do."

Boss Cao was furious and roared: "You still don't admit it? Believe it or not, I chopped you off in minutes!"

Xuantianji rolled up his sleeves, stood on the stool with one foot, and exclaimed: "Come on, come on, who is afraid of whom."

The two of them looked scornful, just like ground ruffians, and they were about to do it immediately.

The shopkeeper was shocked and hurried out to discourage him, shouting: "Two people calm down, two must calm down, don't do anything in the store. The store is protected by the Heavenly Sect."

Speaking hurriedly, he took out a golden token from behind the counter, neatly depicting a "day" on it, saying: "All the shops in this twelve streets are protected by the Tianri Sect. But I paid the full amount of protection fee."

Boss Cao rolled his eyes and exclaimed: "Today, for the sake of Tianri Sect and the shopkeeper, I will let you go for the time being. If you have the ability to go out of this restaurant, I will beat you up in minutes!"

Xuantianji said: "I also think about this shopkeeper's sake, and don't care about you."

The two snorted separately, then returned to their positions and continued to drink soup, as if nothing had happened.

The shopkeeper smiled and said, "Thank you, two adults, for showing their faces."

He could not even dream of it. This was the greatest face he had in his eighteen lives.

The red-clothed old man glanced at the zombie-like man, and asked Boss Cao, "Who is this man? He has a very good face."

Boss Cao shook his head and said, "I don't know. I was chasing that kid, and this zombie guy suddenly appeared and chased that kid with me."

The red-clothed old man said "Oh" and stopped talking. He turned his eyes to the zombie man and continued to drink fish soup.

The zombie man stiffened all over, as if he felt the terrifying eyes of the old man in red, his face was even more ugly, and he took the soup and drank a lot, looking a little stiff. He immediately picked up the pot directly and poured it into his mouth. The fish head also ate a little bit.

Li Hongxiu showed a disgusting expression and whispered secretly: "That person's food is really ugly."

Wei Qing said indifferently: "Ugly people often make trouble."

However, he looked at the red-clothed old man a few times before returning it.

Suddenly, Xuantianji picked up the fish head in the pot, put it in Yang Qingxuan's bowl, and said, "Friend, eat more. Eat fish head, fill up the fish head."

Yang Qingxuan's head was covered with black lines, fish-eyeballs glared at him, and said, "Thank you."

So he lowered his head and bit the fish's head muffledly, wondering whether Xuantianji had even recognized him.

Xuan Tianji smiled and said, "You're welcome, you look a little like a friend of mine."

Yang Qingxuan's heart was beating wildly, and his face still calmly said, "Really?"

Xuan Tianji patted him on the shoulder and said, "Yes, his name is Yang Qingxuan, do you recognize it?"

Li Hongxiu screamed, turned around and said, "Do you know Yang Qingxuan?"

Wei Qing and Che You, the old man in red, the man in green shirt, Boss Cao, and the zombie man all seemed to move slightly, staring at them sharply.

"Puff!" Yang Qingxuan spouted a mouthful of fish soup, pointed at his face angrily, patted the table and shouted: "I am a murloc. A huge fish head is here. Is your friend also a murloc? You mean Say, where is he like me?!"

Xuan Tianji smiled and said: "Haha, it's just a bit like it, maybe I read it wrong, right?"

"Wrong? Xuantianji, you really are not easy!"

Yang Qingxuan's face suddenly twisted, exuding evil spirits, and his body began to change a little bit, returning from the fish head to the human race itself, his eyes shot out a bit of cold light of stars, a strange star power burst out of his body.

The evil eyes were full of struggling colors, and the whole body was trembling violently, as if two souls were fighting desperately.

"Who are you?!" Yang Qingxuan's voice came out sharply.

"Hey, who am I? This seat is always in your body, don't you recognize me so soon?" the other voice said leisurely.