Huayu: Starting from "The Heavenly Bodyguard"

These past few days, Tianxian Baobao has been feeling restless.

After finishing the show, I quickly turned on my computer and discovered that Song Dazui's blog had been deleted.

The entire internet is reporting that Song Dazui said someone wanted to kill him and that he had reported the incident to the police multiple times.

If you spread rumors too often, people will stop believing what you say.

His blog was shut down as a warning because he was always wasting public resources.

The comments section was full of sweet talk, saying he might get abducted by aliens next time, making quite a stir.

The internet was buzzing with excitement, but the little girl was deeply worried.

She didn't know why, but she felt that this matter was Shen Moqian's fault.

She slammed the laptop shut, and then remembered Shen Mo's red eyes and his words about teaching that bastard a lesson, which made her even more panicked.

This idiot, what era are we living in, still using a pager.

Quickly call the paging service and leave a message: "Da Niu'er! Da Niu'er! Call back when you see this, this is Xixi!"

The little girl paced anxiously around the room, constantly checking her phone to see if she had missed any calls.

After waiting for a long time without receiving a call, the young girl slammed her phone onto the bed and gritted her teeth, making up her mind.

......

On the leather sofa, Shen Mo lazily trimmed his nails with nail clippers, rolled his eyes, and glanced at Song Dazui, who was kneeling on the ground writing materials.

He grinned, displaying the servile demeanor of a traitor who betrayed his country through letters.

Song Dazui looks haggard now; the past few days have truly been a living hell.

He's insulted so many people, it's really hard to know which god he's offended.

The man before him, a living devil, was even more ruthless than those in spy movies; he was genuinely terrified.

They tried to rectify the situation several times, but by then no one believed them when they called the police.

Then, using the evidence against him over the years, he went directly to his door.

Fortunately, it wasn't going to cost me my life; it was just about making me write a memoir about the terrible things I'd done.

"My ancestor, I truly know I was wrong. I promise I will never spread rumors again. Please forgive me..."

"Are you scared now?" Shen Mo's face was in shadow, so his expression was unreadable.

The bastard in front of you is making a fortune after spouting nonsense.

He was just a migrant worker in the city, yet he suffered retribution.

Is there any justice in this?

Shen Mo had considered simply exposing him, but he was afraid that his former colleagues would come after him.

No matter how efficiently you do it, you're bound to leave some traces.

Anyone who dares to plot against China will be punished no matter where they are. Having participated myself, I know how crazy my comrades can be for that red flag.

This is the limit of what I've achieved so far.

Even if it's discovered, it's just a big prank.

With land and a house at home, life was good, but Shen Daniu didn't want to be a fugitive at such a young age.

Now that we have the leverage, this big mouth will probably shut up from now on.

Just as he was silently pondering what tricks he could use on Song Dazui, there was a knock on the door.

In a flash, a knife appeared in Shen Mo's hand.

The glint of the blade reflected in his eyes, which were devoid of any emotion. The palpable killing intent terrified Song Dazui so much that his crotch immediately became wet.

"Ancestors! Ancestors! It can't be that bad! It can't be that bad!"

Song Dazui looked at Shen Mo with a tearful voice and aggrieved expression.

He crawled a couple of steps on the ground, grabbed Shen Mo's leg, and said, "Whoever it is, I'll go chase him away right now, and then I'll continue writing my memoirs."

After pondering for a while, Shen Mo nodded.

Song Dazui felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He wiped the sweat from his brow before opening the door.

Shen Mo hid behind the door, making sure he could subdue Song Dazui immediately.

As soon as the door opened, Liu Tianxian, dressed in sportswear, stood timidly at the doorway.

"I'm looking for Shen Mo..."

Song Dazui blinked.

Liu Yifei blinked.

Sometimes, fate is like a wall.

I'm on this side, and you're on the other side.

I throw a stone at you, and you throw a stone at me.

......

At the long-distance bus station, a bleak, cold wind blew through the fallen leaves on the ground, and the fairy baby looked like a child who had done something wrong.

Both of them were wearing the Japanese server's limited edition Graves skin, which seemed to be a couple's outfit.

She glanced cautiously at Shen Mo's face, then said with reddened eyes, "Don't just stay silent..."

Feeling quite troubled, Shen Mo asked the question that had been on his mind.

"How did you find out?"

It's not that Shen Mo looks down on this girl, but if she had that much intelligence, she could find flaws. He might as well just find a block of tofu and kill himself.

Tianxian Baby's eyes darted away, then she muttered softly, "I just had a feeling... that he said those things about me, you're definitely going to teach him a lesson..."

This is pure quantum mechanics.

I really don't know why she's so brave. Just by feeling, she dares to knock on her enemy's door.

This is where I truly am.

If I hadn't been there, I really don't know what kind of rumors that big-mouthed Song would have spread.

"I'm speechless."

The little girl had two thermos flasks hanging around her neck. She handed one to Shen Mo and took a sip of hot water for herself.

Her eyes sparkled as she looked at Shen Mo and asked, "What do we do next?"

He chewed the goji berries and swallowed them, then asked in bewilderment.

"What do we do?"

"Are we going to wander the world together? Shall I go back to the rural Northeast with you?"

It's too cold; I don't know if I can handle it.

Do you have to chop wood every day?

Do you grow your own food?

A flick on the forehead shattered all the little girl's fantasies.

Ignoring the fact that the fairy baby was rubbing her forehead and glaring at her angrily.

"You watch too many movies. Of course, we're going back to the film set."

"Won't he call the police?"

"I didn't do anything, why did he call the police?"

Remembering the embarrassing way Song Dazui was tied up with rope by Shen Mo, Tianxian Baobao couldn't help but blush.

That large memoir, signed and sealed, was in his schoolbag.

That's so strange.

"But......"

"Stop saying 'but'. Think about how to explain to your mother where you've been these past two days."

Looking at all the missed calls on her phone, Tianxianbao thought, maybe she should just go back to the rural Northeast with this bastard.

With his physique, he should be able to survive by farming.

Tianxian Baby's mind is in a mess right now; she's just blindly following Shen Mo.

I got sleepy as soon as I got on the long-distance bus, and I fell into a deep sleep with my head resting on Shen Mo's shoulder.

Seeing the little girl sleeping soundly, Shen Mo couldn't help but smile wryly.

I reckon I'm definitely going to lose my secure job.

I'll finish filming The Return of the Condor Heroes first. If there are suitable stunt work opportunities afterward, I'll take them; otherwise, I'll go home.

I made a good amount of money on this trip, and now I have a big house to live in.

As for the others, one is a bird in the sky, and the other is a fish in the sea.

Different varieties do not need to be forcibly blended.

The little girl had been awake for a while, but she kept pretending to be asleep, squinting at Shen Mo.

"If you're awake, get up. Your big head is making my arm numb."

"Hate."

"We'll be in Xiangshan soon. Are you going to tell Aunt Liu the truth?"

"That definitely won't work."

"Then what do you say?"

The little girl puffed out her cheeks, as if she had made a huge decision.

Then he took out his phone and made a call.

As soon as the call connected, Liu Qianqian said, "Old An, could you take the blame for me...?"