"Sorry, young master, my wife committed suicide again." A boy hurriedly reported to the superior.
No one saw the man purse his thin lips, and said in a slightly helpless tone: "There is no rope left in the mansion, even the belt has been widened, and all the lakes have been filled in. What is it this time?"
"It's... It's... Hitting the wall. We can hardly hold it back."
"What?" In addition to shock, there was also a lot of anger in his voice.
When the boy looked up, he found that there was no one in the upper position.
"I'm telling you, let me go, I won't die." The woman who spoke had half of her bun loose, apparently after a struggle.
For a moment, the maid and the servant were all thrown away. The woman rushed towards the wall and shouted: "I'm back in the 21st century!"
At this critical moment, Wen Renye, dressed in black clothes, descended from the sky. His anger was half gone after seeing this scene, but he still said in annoyance: "Madam, you can't escape!"
Seeing the person coming, the woman in her arms raised her head and said with a flattering look on her face: "I'm just going back for three days, just three days. When three days are up, I promise to come back right away." As she said this, she stretched out three fingers to sign.
"No! I said, I will handle this matter. Just wait a few days, I think the old monk has received the letter!" Although the tone was light, there was no doubt about it.
What? Is this possible?
Master Zhiyuan in the Zen room trembled all over: "Why do I have an ominous premonition?!"