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Chapter 40 Handsome guy, is something wrong?

Fu Minghui muttered in his heart, not knowing why he was dissatisfied.

She stepped forward and without saying much, took out the tickets tucked into the pages of the book, found her own one, and headed to the boarding gate alone.

With an accidental glance, he discovered that the book Luo Zhao was reading was actually a judicial interpretation of a certain edition of a certain year and month.

People are weird, and they see weird things.

Others relieve their boredom by reading novels, binge-watching TV series, playing games, or at most watching the stock market trends, but he actually reads boring and boring law books.

After boarding the plane, she discovered that they were traveling in economy class.

She forgot, Luo Zhao's tall figure, those long legs...

They just stayed together like that, looking so frustrated.

However, his demeanor was still leisurely and contented.

Obviously, he doesn't care at all about physical sensations and enjoyment.

"You didn't tell me earlier," she complained. "If the funds are limited, I will buy the air ticket. I have never flown in economy class in my life."

"Oh, you do have to pay for your own air ticket." Luo Zhao tried his best to retract his legs.

Fu Minghui snorted angrily.

But seeing Luo Zhao struggling to fold it, he couldn't bear it, so he gave him the aisle position so that he could stretch his legs after the plane took off.

Luo Zhao glanced at her and felt that although she had some bad habits of the rich second generation, she was very soft-hearted and easy to trust others. She was really a very kind-hearted person.

I can't help but secretly lament the hearts of parents in the world. Knowing that their children have this kind of character, they can only give the company they founded to their adopted goddaughter, leaving their biological daughter to be a wealthy and idle person.

I have to say, it was very prophetic.

It's just that life is unpredictable, they left suddenly and decisively, and her daughter had no one to take care of her, so she had to learn to grow up eventually.

In an instant, he felt a touch of pity for Fu Minghui.

"How are you doing over there?" Fu Minghui whispered after the plane took off and saw everyone around him asleep.

"That man has been released." Luo Zhao raised his head slightly and closed his eyes.

"It's only been a day." Fu Minghui expressed his dissatisfaction in a low voice.

"He is even more rubbish than I thought. In just such a short time, his spirit has already collapsed and he is not even conscious." Luo Zhao moved.

In order to lower his voice, Fu Minghui almost leaned on his shoulder and blew wind into his ear, "Although he deserves to die, he cannot die where I am."

"Okay, I'm sorry, but I understand." Fu Minghui sat back.

"He will be handed over to the relevant departments. The scenes seen at the border also revealed enough information, and evidence will be found soon."

Luo Zhao was afraid that she would rush to ask if she remembered something again, so he simply explained everything thoroughly at once, "Even foreigners will be punished by Chinese law. He and several related people will not survive. Don't worry."

Fu Minghui is quite relieved about this.

It has been reported many times in the news that no matter which country you are from, if you have violated Chinese law, you should be shot and killed, and foreign governments have nothing to do with them when they come out to fool around.

I'm very stubborn.

"Have you found out which sect he belongs to?" She thought of the weird scene in the border and felt like retching.

This is actually very critical.

Check out your calendar and be more careful in the future.

But when she said the words, she felt a little regretful.

What if this is a secret that cannot be told?

Unexpectedly, Luo Zhao didn't hide it from her, "Jiu Ju is the best."

what? !

Fu Minghui was completely shocked, and it took him a long time to say, "I thought... I thought this was from a literary work, and there was no authenticity..."

Legend has it that this school originated from the Tang Dynasty and was a combination of Chinese Yin Yang magic. It fed chrysanthemums with highly poisonous substances, hence its name.

There are two major branches, one is Qi Men Dun Jia and the other is Feng Shui.

However, many of China's good things have been combined with their own country's techniques and ideas, and the results have become specious and unpopular evil sects. "There is indeed a lack of reliable historical documents and modern authoritative data support." Luo Zhao said, "Only metaphysics people recognize this view, especially considering some of the behavior of that person in the boundary, which is said to be very similar to what this school does to practice cultivation as quickly as possible. Special means.”

Thinking of those scenes of soaking corpses in the river, then taking them out, burning them and eating them, Fu Minghui finally couldn't help but retched.

"Feng Shui itself is a science." After a long pause, she remembered what her father had said, "But if science is tainted by evil, it is another matter."

Luo Zhao, who is from the scientific school, agreed.

"Whether you believe it or not, you should pay attention to them." Fu Minghui said worriedly.

"I'm in charge of the border. Someone will be in charge of this. You don't have to worry."

Then, this disaster will be over, as long as she completes the last thing she promised to the little fire fighter.

Fu Minghui sighed and sunk deeper into his seat.

The pleasure of revenge is only a short moment. As the victim's family, endless pain and sadness will follow.

It was like a serious wound in my heart that would never heal.

Even if it looks fine on the surface, it still hurts when touched and bleeds when exposed.

And there is no reason for all this, just for selfish thoughts and evil thoughts.

In the eyes of some people, other lives are just stepping stones for them.

she hates...

Thinking like this, as the plane flew, she gradually fell asleep with the occasional small bumps in the airflow.

While staring in confusion, I suddenly felt a pat on the top of my head.

She opened her eyes and looked up to see a little boy's head appear above her seat.

He looks about seven or eight years old, very cute, innocent, and polite.

At this time, he was holding a candy in his hand and tapping Fu Minghui's head gently.

"Little handsome boy, what's wrong?" Fu Minghui asked.

Also look around.

Some people were sleeping, some were reading on the computer, and some were chatting quietly.

She was quite lucky this time. There were no uncontrollable children or noisy tour groups on the flight.

"I'll give you some candy. Can I change seats with you?" the little boy said.

"Shh." Fu Minghui put his index finger to his lips.

Luo Zhao seemed to be sleeping deeply.

He has dark circles under his eyes. Has he been working too hard recently? It's better not to make any noise.

"Why do I have to switch with you?" She lowered her voice, feeling as if her neck was twisting so hard that it might break.

She is in the middle.

The most unpopular seat in economy class is that it is neither near the aisle nor by the window.

Now on her right is Luo Zhao, who is so tall.

Even if the legs are too long, the shoulders are still wide with double doors.

The eldest brother on the left is a little overweight.

She was like cream or hawthorn in a sandwich cookie. She was so pressed that she was almost glued to the seat, unable to move at all.

With a position like this, what's the point of changing it?
  　I remember one time on a plane, I was sitting in the window seat, and the woman in the middle insisted on changing seats with me.

　　The reason is that she likes to sit by the window.

　　Of course I wouldn't change it for her, but she still rolled her eyes.

　　Some people...

　　It's hard to say.

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)