Chapter 1: The Debt-ridden Little Master
"Do you think you don't have to go back to the country if you cut your wrists?"

"You're just dreaming! Don't even mention that you're not dead. Even if you are dead, we will send your body back to the countryside!"

Noisy.

Which mad dog keeps barking?

Ye Fushu frowned impatiently, raised his eyelids lazily, looked in the direction of the voice, and saw a young man standing at the door.

The young man's face was filled with rage, his eyes showing undisguised disgust and disdain, and he was looking at her intently.

Ye Fushu narrowed his eyes slightly and casually glanced at the young man standing outside the bathroom.

When he met Ye Fushu's eyes, the young man fell silent for a moment.

Yang Yifan had never looked Ye Fushu in the eye, and naturally had never looked into her eyes seriously.

I saw that pair of extremely cold eyes, as if shrouded in smoke, hazy and mysterious, as if brewing a violent storm that could rage at any time.

It is beautiful, but extremely dangerous.

Yang Yifan was surprised to find that this country bumpkin sister seemed a little different.

Especially that look.

He was just glanced at just now, but he actually felt a sense of oppression.

No! It must be an illusion.

He is an ancient warrior. How could Yang Fushu, a loser, make him feel oppressed?

Ye Fushu had already withdrawn his gaze and looked at his wrist with a frown.

The shocking scar suddenly came into view, and blood was still slowly flowing out, the glaring blood dyed half of the arm red.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock...

Blood dripped down the white porcelain-white forearm and finally fell into the water in the bathtub, forming bright red blood flowers in the water...

"I knew you were awake. You can't pretend to be dead anymore, right?"

"You made such a shallow cut, are you afraid that others won't know you're faking suicide?"

Yang Yifan's angry voice began to echo in his ears again, making people feel annoyed.

Ye Fushu stood up slowly, grabbed a towel from the side, wiped the blood off his arm slowly, and walked slowly towards the young man.

Yang Yifan continued to yell, "Next time you commit suicide, don't just cut your wrists. If you have the guts, just find a building and jump off. You will definitely die a complete death..."

"what!"

Before he could finish his words, he was kicked out of the bathroom.

"Noisy."

After kicking the man, Ye Fushu withdrew his foot calmly.

Yang Yifan stumbled back several steps after being kicked. After he stood firm, he looked at Ye Fushu in astonishment.

He never expected that the person who always liked to kowtow and try to please him in every way would dare to kick him!

Regardless of the pain in his stomach, Yang Yifan stared at Ye Fushu, "Yang Fushu, you're done! You actually..."

"boom!"

The bathroom door was closed, and Yang Yifan's voice was isolated outside.

Although the insults could still be heard faintly, it was much quieter now.

After locking the door, Ye Fushu walked to the sink and looked at the mirror.

Seeing the person in the mirror clearly, Ye Fushu raised his eyebrows slightly, and the coldness in his eyes suddenly disappeared.

Yes, same face.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Ye Fushu held the towel and continued to slowly wipe the blood off his arm.

She, Ye Fushu, the junior master of the Feng Shui Alliance, has conducted countless experiments, blown up countless laboratories, and survived.

But this time, she flipped over and killed herself.

After death, there is a system that says it can save her.
She refused without hesitation.

You know, because she blew up countless laboratories, she owed a huge debt to her master. She was reborn to repay the debt, and she didn't know how long it would take. She didn't want to be reborn at all.

But the system was unethical and forced her to buy the product. Now she was in the book.

As the junior master of the Feng Shui Alliance, would she be so easy to accept forced sales?
Yes she is.

Because here you don't have to worry about repaying your debts.

Therefore, Ye Fushu temporarily gave up the idea of ​​dismantling the system.

[Host, do you need help healing your wounds? ]

Ye Fushu raised his eyebrows. "Since it has this function, why are you asking?"

【Off topic:

①1V1, double clean, cruel and brainless cool story + family crematorium + modern fantasy, several people can read the heroine's voice, but can only read the part I want them to read
② It is a group portrait article, and all the characters are imperfect.

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⑤ Fictional. Everything in the book is fictional.

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(End of this chapter)