Under One Person: Starting from the Inheritance of Gods

Chapter 167 How can one be clean if he wants to be clean? (Seeking monthly tickets, subscriptions, recommendations, and rewards.)
I am fooling around...

Phew, it's persuasion.

After persuading all members of the Lu family, eight people including Lu Linglong formally signed the employee admission contract under the witness of Meng Fan.

"Then it's settled. After the Luotian Ceremony, you will report to our place and someone will pick you up."

Meng Fan held a stack of contracts and said with a smile, but in the eyes of Zhang Chulan and others, this smile had a slightly malicious meaning.

Lu Linglong and the others wanted to know more about the 139th Division, but Meng Fan said perfunctorily: "Oh, you can just go to Zhang Chulan and the others for this matter. I have something else to do, so I will leave you alone for now."

Lu Linglong: “?!!”

Is it that the speed at which he changes his face is so fast? When he was coaxing you to sign the contract, he kept calling you "little sweetheart", but now that the contract is signed, he turns around and ignores you?

At this time, Zhang Chulan walked forward, patted their shoulders in understanding, and said, "Tian Gong is just like that. You'll get used to it in the future."

"He's the one who eats from the bowl and keeps his eyes on the pot. That's the face I'm talking about." Zhang Chulan and others said with a common hatred for the enemy.

And what is Meng Fan doing now?

In a blink of an eye, Meng Fan had already arrived in front of Zhang Lingyu: "Master Lingyu, long time no see. Are you here alone drinking... er, a drink?"

Meng Fan looked at the yogurt in his hand and seemed to have found a like-minded person at this moment.

After taking a sip of yogurt, Zhang Lingyu looked up at Meng Fan and asked, "What do you want, sir?"

Meng Fan sat opposite Zhang Lingyu and said with a smile: "Nothing, I just want to talk to you."

"It seems that this is only the second time I have met you, so we are not very familiar with each other, right?"

"But I am familiar with you, Taoist Lingyu, or: Little White Dumpling!"

At this point, Meng Fan couldn't help but cover his mouth and laugh: "Hahaha, I didn't expect that Taoist Lingyu, who appears to be righteous and as graceful as jade, actually has such a cute nickname in private!"

"You...shut up!"

Zhang Lingyu's face couldn't help but become ferocious, and he gritted his teeth.

"Who did you hear that from?"

Facing Zhang Lingyu's sudden question, Meng Fan teased: "Master Lingyu, you already have the answer in your mind, right?"

"Who else would know except that person?"

Zhang Lingyu was silent. That’s right, only one person had called her by this nickname, and it was even her who came up with it.

She once said while having a midnight snack that if she was a small pink dumpling, then he was a small white dumpling, and the two dumplings were sticky and would never be separated.

However, when Zhang Lingyu suddenly heard someone mention this nickname, his face turned red, and his first thought was to deny it.

Deny your past shortcomings!
Instead of facing the past!

Meng Fan pretended that his eyes lit up, as if he suddenly remembered something, and then continued: "Oh, and she also asked me to tell you a message. Little Pink Ball misses Taoist Lingyu's thick little chest muscles and that firm and perky little butt. She misses them very much!"

"Shut up, I told you to shut up!"

Zhang Lingyu on the opposite side had a face as black as the bottom of a pot. He had gone completely crazy, like a puppy with its fur standing on end. He was now certain that the other party must have been sent by Xia He.

Only she would say such shameless words. She had said such ambiguous words to him many times. Meng Fan raised his lips and said, "Hey, are these words difficult to say?"

"She still misses you so much, even..."

"Before you die, please ask me to pass this sentence to you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Lingyu couldn't help but widen his eyes, his pupils dilated, then contracted, becoming dull and full of disbelief.

He was staring at Meng Fan intently, his brows furrowed, veins bulging on his knuckles, and he crushed the yogurt in his hand.

"What did you say?"

Zhang Lingyu asked in a dry voice: "Are you saying Xia He is dead?"

Meng Fan spread his hands: "What's so strange about Xia He's death? After all, she was in an organization like Quan Xing, so it's not surprising that she suddenly died one day!"

"It's like a lonely and helpless little fox, baring its teeth and claws, pretending to be powerful and desperately protecting itself in the dark."

"I finally have someone to rely on, but that person is useless and even hates me. Tsk tsk tsk, men!"

There was a hint of sarcasm in Meng Fan's words. At this moment, he was like a black-hearted fox who was extremely evil, leading Zhang Lingyu step by step into the trap of his words.

Zhang Lingyu looked even more dejected, muttering to himself, "Yes, yes, I am indeed useless. I shouldn't have left her out there. If I had brought her back to Mount Longhu earlier..."

"Regret, is it any use to regret now? What man doesn't think about making amends after he regrets it too late, only to find out in the end that it's irreversible and he's lost her!"

Meng Fan pretended to be a veteran in love affairs and blamed Zhang Lingyu. It can be seen that Zhang Lingyu is now deeply trapped in self-blame and cannot extricate herself.

Unexpectedly, Meng Fan added fuel to the fire and said, "Master Lingyu, I have a photo of Xia He before she died. Do you want to see it?"

As he spoke, Meng Fan took out a photo from his arms, actually from the swallowing bag, and handed it to Zhang Lingyu.

Zhang Lingyu struggled several times and did not dare to actually take the photo. He was afraid of seeing the despair on Xia He's face and her disappointment in himself.

In the end, Meng Fan forced the photo on him.

What came into view was Xia He being thrown into the mud, her fair skin stained with filth, her body covered with bloody scars, and she looked like she was struggling hard to move upwards, but no one offered a helping hand.

"How can one be clean even if he wants to? The sky is full of clouds, but it is not necessarily empty. It is a pity that gold and jade will eventually sink into the mud." Meng Fan looked at the huge and quiet Longhu Mountain in the distance and recited slowly.

Meng Fan put his hands in his pockets, walked forward and said: "Master Lingyu, you can hide in the Longhu Mountain, but Xia He will have to sink and struggle in the world, so, do you regret your choice?"

The photo of Xia He was naturally fake. Meng Fan asked Daji to transform and take the photo after collecting Xia He's beautiful blood. At that time, Daji even complained about why she had to take such a photo.

Meng Fan simply replied: "Maybe it was my calculation, or maybe it was my help, who can tell!"

Daji nodded at that time, looking at her pink-haired disciple, with a bitter smile on her face: "Go ahead, her life is better than mine."

After saying that, Daji looked at Meng Fan blankly, tears welling up in her eyes.

However, Meng Fan did not notice all this and just thought that Daji felt the same way.

　[Note: Zhengyi does not prohibit marriage and funerals. Zhengyi Taoist priests who are initially granted the "Taishang Sanwu Dugong Jinglu" can drink alcohol and eat meat, but after being promoted to the "Taishang Zhengyi Mengwei Jinglu", they are no longer allowed to drink alcohol and eat meat. The amount of alcohol consumed is also related to the level of the legal talisman they hold.]

　　
　
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