Male God, a Little Su

"Brother Da Zhuang, what you are saying is really confusing. Aunt Wang is unlucky, what does it have to do with my wife? You came here at night, and you kept saying that you wanted to make Aunt Wang unlucky and blame my wife?"

Wen Shuyan squinted his eyes, his tone was neither salty nor light, but he gave off an aggressive aura.

The ancients were taboo about talking about ghosts and gods, and the Queen Mother's misfortune today is really unreasonable, which really answers the saying that you can't swallow a mouthful of cold water. Therefore, even if Wen Shuyan was indifferent, Wang Dazhuang would not dare to argue with him.

Still with a bitter face, his posture was lower, "Brother Yan, maybe you don't know about this, why don't you ask your wife? My mother really already knew that she was wrong, she can't stand the toss because of her old age. , Today, she has tossed half of her life."

Seeing that Wen Shuyan didn't speak, he folded his hands and bowed, "Just think I'm begging you to do it? Brother Yan!"

Through the moonlight, Wen Shuyan could see the deep fear of Su Yan in Wang Dazhuang's eyes. This made him uncomfortable, and his face was naturally a little cold.

He pursed his lips lightly and categorically refused. "No."

Wang Dazhuang begged for mercy again and again, but was rejected by Wen Shuyan. He couldn't hold back his anger and turned into anger, "Wen Shuyan! I've been begging you so kindly, what else do you want? Country folks, you really want to do such a thing? If something goes wrong with my mother, I will never let you go!"

He spoke viciously, his face full of flesh, and he looked like a ghost.

Wen Shuyan let out a low laugh, "I don't want to let it go. Now, it seems that you didn't sincerely apologize, Brother Da Zhuang. Besides, since you have determined that it is Aunt Wang who was cursed by my wife, then you can talk about it. Don't let the law go? You're not afraid that my wife will not stop doing it again and again, and even curse you?"

He was dressed in blue clothes, the corners of his clothes were swaying gently by the evening wind, the moonlight was in the sky, and a radiance fell on his shoulders.

It looks like a fairy who has come out of a painting, without the slightest touch of the world.

But listen, did he speak human words?

His tone was calm and calm, and he said the threat like that.

It is undeniable that Wang Dazhuang immediately gave up.

"You, did you admit it?!" He stared, his throat rolled, and fear flashed in his eyes.

"What do I admit? Everything is what you think." Wen Shuyan said: "In short, this matter has nothing to do with my wife, and there is nothing to admit or not admit. Besides, today's matter is that Aunt Wang is wrong. First, my wife. I’m still crying in the house and clamoring for short-term reunion. Now you come to my house again to ask for trouble, saying that my wife cursed Aunt Wang and made her unlucky.”

Wen Shuyan raised his eyes, hooked his lips and met Wang Dazhuang's eyes, his smile not reaching the bottom of his eyes, "It's fine that this matter is not spread out now, if it spreads out, the villagers will misunderstand my wife... Then, no matter what I do What about the lady, this hatred, I have written down—"

Wang Dazhuang was forced to retreat by his cold eyes, and he stood in the same place and scolded him, but he was not reconciled.

He said: "It's not that I slandered your wife, but she is the only one in the village who knows Feng Shui fortune-telling, and her father is in this business. Now my mother's things are so weird and terrible, I will naturally think more. Brother Yan, they are all from the village, so what kind of hatred is there to talk about?"

He laughed twice, but was muttering in his heart.