To the world of sword immortals
9 Negative thoughts after the disaster

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Time: 2010-1-122:57:44 Words: 2329

"You three brats, you only know to come back now. Why don't you just die outside like beggars? Get in there and wash up before coming out to work. If you don't finish all the work today, don't even think about eating. Hmph!!!”The shopkeeper, Zhao Wenchang, who had no image to speak of, was scolding three people in ragged clothes.

"Shopkeeper, we know we were wrong. Don't worry, we will definitely change.”He Buping started to smooth things over, but he really didn't have the strength. He was so tired that he couldn't work.”He Buping was the least tired of the three of us, but he only had the strength to talk now.

"Don't think that I'll let you off just because you're the best at talking. He Buping, first settle all the accounts after this month's opening, and then do the accounts for this year. Don't think about slacking off. Check the accounts for me tonight, you hear me?”The dead Zhao Wenchang only had money in his eyes. Other than money, his mother probably wouldn't give him any face.

"Oh, I know, shopkeeper."

He Buping left dejectedly. Now, there were only three people left in the lobby: Mao Mao, the vampire Zhao Wenchang, and Wish.

"You, Jing Tian, mend all the broken items in the storeroom. I'll let you eat when it's done, do you hear me?”Zhao Wenchang's face was getting closer and closer to the wish. He had a slightly wrinkled face and a pair of small, greedy eyes. He looked very annoying.

"This isn't fair. I don't know how to repair antiques.”

He was too engrossed in studying Zhao Wenchang's appearance, so he casually said this sentence.

"Boss, so you haven't recovered yet? Boss, take a look. Do you recognize me?”Mao Mao looked at Wishing nervously, and her anxious look fell into Wishing's eyes.

"Mao Mao! How could I not know him? However, in order to make everyone believe that Jing Tian was just a little out of his mind and not a different soul, Mao Mao, I can only let you down. "But who is Mao Mao? I-I can't remember." He grabbed Mao Mao's arm and asked with a pleading look,""Can you tell me who I am? Wait…Let me think first. I…I am Jing Tian, right?”He acted like a fool, making wishing feel like he could become an actor. He must have watched too many movies about fools in the past to act so well.

Mao Mao's heart ached. Seeing Jing Tian ask him this question, he felt that he was the one who had made the wrong decision. As he nodded, he looked at the wish with a worried expression.

Looking at Mao Mao's sincere expression, Wishing almost couldn't bear to do it. However, he couldn't let it leak now. If it leaked, how would he clean it up?

"Boss, take your time and think about it slowly.”Mao Mao worriedly held onto Wishing, feeling as if Wishing would fall at any moment.

"What's wrong with Jing Tian? Why do you look like a fool?"

Zhao Wenchang, Zhao Wenchang, you motherf * cker, if you don't know how to speak, then shut up. Don't say a word. I'm a fool, and you're a slut! Humph! He cursed Zhao Wenchang with hatred in his heart.

"Ever since Boss was frightened by the Tang family's eldest miss, he has become like this. Boss is really pitiful.”As he spoke, Mao Mao's eyes turned red.

Mao Mao, I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose."

It seems that Mao Mao really has deep feelings for me. No, perhaps it should be said that Mao Mao has deep feelings for Jing Tian. If I tell Mao Mao that I'm not your brother Jing Tian, but a wish, will Mao Mao still treat me like this?

'F * ck, when did I start thinking about such a profound question? I'm acting dumb now. Why do I feel like I'm a little stupid too?' She must have been infected by her emotions. It seemed that she could not pretend to be stupid in the future.

Zhao Wenchang began to size up the wish." You're not lying to me, right? However, Jing Tian didn't look right. Alright, alright, forget it. Jing Tian, you just need to clean up the front and back yard. How is it? Am I kind enough?" Zhao Wenchang's appearance was extremely like a cocky rooster. He really could not stand it.

"Shopkeeper, thank you. I'll take Boss to rest first. I'll help him with his work.”Mao Mao held onto Wishing and carefully pointed at the door in the backyard, letting Wishing know that he had to go over.

"You helped him? Then stop doing your own work. Treat Yong 'an as your front and back. Clean up all the places for me. Also, the vegetables in the kitchen haven't been washed yet. Go and wash them, understand?”

"Oh, I know." Mao Mao obediently answered Zhao Wenchang's words and prepared to send me back to my room with a face full of joy. "Boss, come, take your time. I'll send you back to your room to rest. Don't worry, you'll definitely be fine.”

It was actually only a short distance from the lobby to the room where the wish was made. After Mao Mao settled down his boss, he left with a worried expression. The heart that made the wish was a little sad.

Why did the heavens give me such a good brother, but you make me feel so guilty? He told me to lie to my brother and make him worry about me like this. These worries and concerns should belong to the real Jing Tian.

He recalled his life in the 21st century, boring studies, huge pressure, and an empty home. After thinking about it, he realized that no one would treat him wholeheartedly like Mao Mao. Whether it was his parents who were busy with their careers, his girlfriend who he had been dating for more than a year, or his so-called good friends who had always been together, none of them had ever cared about him like this.

"Wishing, wishing, thinking about it, you are really sad.”He laughed bitterly and mocked himself before sighing.

I didn't expect that after I transmigrated, I would get more, at least more sincere friendships. God gave them to me, Mao Mao, Bi Ping, Xu Changqing, Xue Jian, and the future Xi Yao and Long Kui. Fate made me Jing Tian. I think I will have many things that I didn't even dare to think about before. For example, a beautiful woman, haha…a certain someone had fallen into a lascivious fantasy and was unable to extricate himself.

Since he was pretending to be sick, he had to pretend well. He touched the bed. It was really hard. Now that he had nothing to do, it seemed that he could only practice the Heaven Mending Art to kill time. He recalled the essentials and techniques of "refining stones" and got into position.

If he wanted to survive in the Legend of the Sword and Fairy, strength was very important. Therefore, it was more practical to speed up his cultivation. He closed his eyes and slowly entered a meditative state. One day, I, wish, will definitely be the strongest, definitely.

According to the instructions on the map, he made a wish and started to circulate his energy, not thinking about the vein that he couldn't find. However, a miracle happened inexplicably. The vein that could not be found suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Although it was thin and small, it really existed. When Wishing excitedly discovered this situation, he didn't have time to think too much and immediately started to luck according to the method on the operation chart. After practicing for a while, he realized that the qi in his body seemed to be increasing and becoming thicker.

It was only when Wishing realized that his aura had turned from normal to extremely hot that he was forced to stop. According to the description in the book, hehe... this is great. I have successfully broken through the stage of "Refinement of Stones". As long as I continue to accumulate, I believe that I will be able to conquer the next chapter of "Flying Heavens" very soon.

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