Sundering Nature Chapter 244: Opening
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The opening of Chapter 244
At nine o'clock in the morning, the door panel of Qingshui Caotang, a teahouse in the old city, was removed, and the simple and old wooden door was gently pushed open, revealing a resolute but slightly dull face.
Li Yiming looked at the cursively written plaque quietly, a trace of melancholy rose in his heart, feeling moved with his heart, the corners of his mouth tugged up, seeming to be sentimental, and he laughed at himself, but this smile was fruitless. The corners of the sluggish mouth just twitched incongruously.
I have been passively accepting everything for a long time, and now I am back to the starting point. Can I choose the road behind?
Walking into the tea house, scanning the furnishings in the hall, according to Li Yiming's account, the old club did not change the place when he left, everything is still the same.
The old owner seemed to be afraid of Li Yiming's remorse. After receiving the money, all the procedures were completed in just three days. From this moment on, Li Yiming was the new owner of this teahouse.
Although the furnishings were not moved, the whole teahouse seemed to have been deliberately cleaned, and the surroundings were spotless. Li Yiming walked to the counter casually, took out a set of Kung Fu tea set, and quietly brewed himself a pot of tea.
The boiling water was boiling, the tea was fragrant and fragrant, and when he held up the ceramic tea cup in his hand, Li Yiming frowned slightly, and looked down the street outside through the window.
Two dilapidated vans stopped across the street, the door opened, and a dozen weirdly dressed young men rushed out, with exaggerated behavior and perverted behavior, shaking in three steps, and swaying towards the teahouse. And the little **** who was shocked by Li Yiming's gaze three days ago was among them.
It seems that this group of gangsters, or the developers behind the gangsters, also received the news of the change of owners of the teahouse. The first time the new owner opened, it made people feel it.
More than a dozen gangsters were aggressive, and they opened up a lot of battle on the road, leading passers-by to avoid them. They did not rush into the teahouse directly, but just a group of people gathered on the side of the road and gathered the teahouse. The doorway was tightly blocked.
"Brother Tian. Are we just standing like this?" A **** looked wickedly on his face, glanced suspiciously at the door of the restaurant, and leaned in to the leader with glasses and said.
"Listen to the boss." The bully leader called Tiange also glanced at the door of the teahouse, but inadvertently showed deep fear in his eyes, and subconsciously stepped away from the door by two steps, Li Yiming's glance that day , So that his memory is still fresh, as long as he closes his eyes these few nights, the bloodthirsty eyes will appear in his mind, so he will have to take medicine when it is dark now, otherwise he will not be able to sleep at all.
Li Yiming sitting in front of the coffee table coldly glanced at the door, took a sip of tea, gently put the tea cup down, and picked up a cloth bag under the coffee table with a string of wooden beads in it. The color looks like lobular red sandalwood, but it is frivolous to start with. The yak pattern on the surface is uneven. It should be the fake Lu's black red sandalwood on the market. This is probably left by the original boss. Li Yiming said that all the items remain the same, and the boss even All my bracelets are left.
Li Yiming didn’t mind the material of the bracelet. He held it in his hand and played with it gently. He had already guessed one or two of the gangsters at the door. He bought the teahouse on a whim, and he never thought about making money from it. , Let him go.
The cup of tea was picked up, the sun went down, and the day passed quickly. The gangsters at the door were always around the door, looking provocatively at every pedestrian passing by the teahouse. And Li Yiming, like an old monk, sat motionless in front of the coffee table, just staring blankly at the bracelet he was playing with. After a day of playing, the wooden beads in his hands are bright and shiny, and the faint brilliance is faint. The play of wooden bead bracelets relies on the fat of the human body and the heat of the play to cause the oil of the wooden bead itself to dissipate, forming a patina on the surface, and Li Yiming is a holy step, and the aura that comes with it is extraordinary. He who is one person plays with such ordinary wooden beads naturally, the effect is surprising.
"Brother, it's been a day without a guest. I think that kid can last a few days." The little **** with his hair dyed purple casually flicked his cigarette butts to the door of the teahouse, laughing with a sad expression on his face. .
"Shut up." The gangster with glasses glanced at the teahouse intentionally or unintentionally, and took a deep breath. If he had a choice, he really didn't want to come to this place again. The gloomy young man inside was not comparable to the old man before. He led people around like this, wondering what moths might come out behind him.
It seems that the gangster who asked Tiange to do what he wanted, a black van passed through the old street and steadily stopped at the door of the teahouse. There was no sign on the car, and no brand was even visible. The brand of this car is also very ordinary, but the perfect streamline of the body and the calm paint can tell its extraordinary at a glance. Low-key and luxurious.
The door of the car slowly opened, and the gangsters on the side stepped back subconsciously. The gangsters are not fools. They have their own survival skills. Who can bully and who can’t provoke them has their own way of distinguishing, and stop. The car in front of them made them subconsciously vigilant.
A pair of long, slender, well-proportioned legs stepped out of the car door, the hips wrapped in khaki tights were round and elastic, a short white tight leather jacket, and a crystal pendant on the open neckline was mischievously attached to the career line , The long wavy hair is casually draped over the shoulders, and the peerless face under the purple broad-rim sunglasses is amazing.
"Guck!" The sound of neat drool swallowing resounded all around, and the gangsters lost their voices, staring dryly at the woman with amorous style in front of her.
"God... Brother Tian... It's... Fang Shui'er..." The purple hair stammered, and the metal chain's right hand pulled the crotch subconsciously.
Fang Shui'er got out of the car and glanced suspiciously at the gangsters around the door. This glance made the gangsters around him pause, and he subconsciously raised his chest, and put out a picture of jade trees. The look of Linfeng.
Frowning slightly, Fang Shui'er calmly glanced at the quaint teahouse plaque, took a deep breath, and walked slowly towards the teahouse.
"My God, she...she seems to be entering a teahouse..."
"I know." The **** leader licked his lips, and stared at Fang Shui'er's writhing waist tightly with dodging eyes.
"We... shall we stop?"
"Block?" The bully leader gave a look, yes, he came here to block the guests, but this...
At the moment when the bully leader was astonished, Fang Shui'er, who was about to enter the teahouse, suddenly stopped and turned around thoughtfully to look at the bully.
"You, come here." Fang Shui'er spoke softly, raised his slender finger and nodded Brother Tian.
"Hey!" Brother Tian was shocked, and he looked around suspiciously. When he was sure that Fang Shui'er was calling him, his face was filled with strange pride, with an excited smile on his face, and he walked quickly. Rushed to Fang Shui'er.
"Go to the opposite flower shop and buy 20 flower baskets. The extra is for your hard work." Fang Shui'er looked at a flower shop across the street and took out a wad of cash from his bag. A stack is estimated to be about ten thousand yuan.
"Flower basket?" The **** raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't react.
"There is a problem?" Fang Shui'er's lips lightly opened, and her charming voice shook the gangster's mind.
"No, no, right now, right now." Brother Tian shook his head vigorously, then nodded vigorously, and happily rushed towards the flower shop in small steps, leaving behind an enviable subordinate.
Pushing open the wooden door of the tea house, Fang Shui'er saw Li Yiming sitting in front of the coffee table with his eyes closed and rested.
It's this man...he, he's back again...
"The teahouse is well decorated. Are those security guards hired by you?" Seeing that Li Yiming never opened his eyes, Fang Shui'er calmed down and pretended to say casually.
"Sit down." Li Yiming spoke calmly and slowly opened his eyes, but instead of looking at Fang Shui'er, he flipped over a teacup on the table and poured Fang Shui'er a cup of tea skillfully. .
With only two words, Fang Shui'er's heart shook again, and this man has changed again... When I first met, he was dumb, but mysterious, like an abyssal cold current, which makes people unpredictable. When I see you again, the evil spirit is awe-inspiring and sharp. After that, it feels deep and vast, like a vast ocean, and now...
A pool of stagnant water, calm but lifeless...
"Tell me, what happened this year." Li Yiming put down the teapot, and finally fell on Fang Shui'er's peerless Fenghua's face, with gentleness in his sight.
For Fang Shui'er, Li Yiming is very grateful. At the music festival, Li Yiming is an enemy of the world. Even the partners who have been living together have lived and died. Only Fang Shui'er stood behind him at that time. He pulled Min Yue's star falling bow and shot the arrow at his enemy.
Although it might be because of the "slave contract" soul-locking curse, Fang Shui'er could not help himself, but Li Yiming recognized this feeling.
"You don't know what happened afterwards?" Fang Shui'er sat down opposite Li Yiming, with a cautious expression.
"I just woke up." Li Yiming gently pushed the teacup in front of Fang Shui'er.
"I don't know what happened in the sky. I only know that after the secret of the music festival collapsed, the law of heaven has changed drastically." Fang Shui'er carefully held the tea cup in his palm, and looked at Li Yiming intently.
"Tell me carefully."
"Everyone's fate has disappeared." Fang Shui'er calmed down, as if he didn't know where to start, he thought about it, and directly said the biggest change.
"The scars of life disappeared?" Li Yiming was shocked. The scars of life are the greatest restriction of the heavenly path to the protector, and it is one of the biggest reasons why the protector has to go through fire and water to participate in the secret realm. The existence of life scars has always been the greatest shackle of the protector. Only by continuously completing secret missions and obtaining life scar rewards can the life of the protector continue. And now, the fate is gone...
Actually, Li Yiming had some faint feelings about the changes in the fate of scars, but he, a loophole who wandered outside the law of heaven, had not much understanding of the fate of scars, and his feelings were not particularly clear.
"Your consciousness is that Heaven has let go of the restraints on the protector?"
"Yes, for a whole year after that, I have never heard of any guardian being guided by the heavens."
"The scars of life are gone...then...the use of talent..." Li Yiming's heart moved and thought of another key. In addition to the lives of the guardians, the scars of life also have a layer of restraint.
A guardian who uses any supernatural power in a non-secret area will consume life marks. This is also a limitation of the way of heaven on the guardian's ability.
"There is no limit..." Fang Shui'er took a deep breath and slowly raised his left hand. A small crystal bow was quietly suspended in the palm of his hand, with a dark stream of light and a colorful appearance.
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