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Chapter five hundred and sixty fifth Sun Desheng's envy

After the seed melted into Che Qianzi's body, the little Taoist felt dizzy. Then he fell asleep and didn't know how long he had slept. When he opened his eyes, he saw Sun Desheng, who was sitting next to the hospital bed and chatting with Tang Sangua. He was saying: "Old Tang, what you mean, your hexagram is correct. The one who died in the end was the spiritual consciousness, right?"

Tang Sangua sat opposite Sun Desheng and said, "Jie Nima wouldn't seem to have entered the polling bureau. If you don't know the three bows, it's called spiritual consciousness. Okay, Jie's soul is not soul, and the clone is not clone can still be displayed in the hexagram... You can't reach the clone of the three bows, Jie Ci's blessing, and only after three bows, it's called spiritual consciousness. But I guess I won't use it in the future. You can't talk more about it. You have to take the three bows, do you always have the spiritual consciousness? Jie Nima is not human words..."

Sun Desheng smiled and continued, "I won't talk about these useless things. I have something to do if I want you to calculate... When will my brother wake up? Last time, Lazi lies for two years, and he can't..."

Hearing this, Che Qianzi became confused. How did this fat man know that Director Wu of their family had transformed the seeds to him? He couldn't help but speak and said, "It won't take that long... Fat man, how long did I lie down this time? Two years is impossible, it's almost the same for two months..."

Seeing that Che Qianzi woke up, Sun Desheng hurried over and looked at the little Taoist priest who had already sat up from the hospital bed and said, "What two months, brother, you came in early this morning... It's not me that I just came here after lunch, which is only ten hours..."

While talking, a strange expression appeared in Sun Desheng's eyes. After looking up and down, he said, "Brother, I thought you would have to lie down for two months...Tsk tsk tsk tsk, it's not me that my father has really put in effort on you."

When Che Qianzi heard something from Sun Desheng's words, he couldn't help but interrupt him and said, "Fatty Sun, what do you mean? You are sour? From our Lao Wu side, we are considered relatives. If you have anything, just say it, don't hide it..."

Seeing that Che Qianzi had said this, Sun Desheng smiled and glanced at the blind man Tang who stood up beside him to avoid suspicion, and said, "Old Tang, don't you think of anything if you don't leave. Don't you know everything if you do a fortune teller at the door? Just listen here...Brother, we guys, don't hide it from me - has our dad transferred that seed through you?"

Che Qianzi said indifferently: "Give it to me? That's what you gave me just now... Fatty, but don't expect me to do anything. This kind of seed was just planted, so early before the spicy ones..."

"How can Lazi compare with you? He just lacks a good father. If you change to another person, you can't wake up in three or five years..." Sun Desheng muttered and looked at Che Qianzi with a smile, patted his shoulder, and said, "Don't look at Lazi getting seeds a few years earlier than you, but your starting point is much higher than him. From now on, our Poll Investigation Bureau will rely on you. I don't say that our Poll Investigation Bureau now has three seeds... We can really walk sideways in the future..."

"You're so sour..." Che Qianzi rolled his eyes and continued, "How is the Poll Investor Bureau now? You have to wipe your butt for a while..."

"Who asked my brother to do the work of wiping my butt..." Sun Desheng smiled and continued, "To be honest, it looks very lively, but there is nothing big. You Zizhen is our father's spiritual sense after all, and they have feelings for Gui Bugui, Bai Wuqiu and others, and they have not done anything to death. Now their second brother is also resting in the hospital, and the other people have nothing big. You may not believe it if you say it, brothers, there is no life in our polling bureau..."

"Old You came for our Lao Wu..." After Che Qianzi whispered, he continued: "This matter is over. I plan to take two days off. Fatty, start today, let me have a few days off. I plan to go back to my hometown to take a look..."
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