Karma is the sins a person carries. Some are innate and some are acquired. But regardless of innate and acquired, people like Xie Wen are rare in the world.

It is worthy of the destiny of harming my father, my mother, others and myself...

Xia Qiao closed his eyes when he saw and heard, and his Adam's apple moved slightly. There was a certain emotion lingering between his brows, which was so fleeting that he probably didn't even realize it.

After a moment of confusion, Xia Qiao realized that the emotion that flashed through him when he heard it should be a kind of slight sadness. Or...compassion. He had also seen it in Shen Qiao's eyes.

When these judges see some people in the world, they will always show some emotion like this.

My lips moved again when I smelled it.

Xia Qiao subconsciously asked: "What did you say?"

Wenshi opened his eyes, his gaze still falling on the garden. After a while, he finally spoke. He said, "I'm hungry."

Xia Qiao: "?"

Xia Qiao: "???"

No, what about compassion?

We are talking about business, why are we suddenly hungry???

Xia Qiao's head was filled with questions.

He was dumbfounded for a long time, and finally he remembered the black mist surrounding ordinary people's souls and what he had eaten yesterday when he smelled it, and he was enlightened.

"Is there a lot of black mist on him?" Xia Qiao asked tentatively.

"What do you think?" He was unusually calm when he heard it... and then licked the corners of his lips.

Grass.

This is not a tenant, this is a takeaway.

In a daze, the takeaway rang the doorbell.

Xia Qiao hesitated for a moment, then went over and opened the door.

In the early morning of April, the cold air was still very strong. The man named Xie Wen tilted his head and coughed a few times before turning his face. The illness could not cover up his naturally good appearance.

"Sorry, the wind is a bit strong today. If I had known better, I should have worn more clothes," he said.

Maybe it was because this man had such a good reputation for harming his father and mother, Xia Qiao was inexplicably afraid of him, and subconsciously shrank back. He also forgot to be polite and reply.

However, when I heard about it, I glanced at his elbow, which was obviously covered with a black coat. So I said without any politeness: "If you don't wear a coat, who will be cold if you don't feel cold?"

Xie Wen probably didn't expect to be treated like this when he entered the door, so he was stunned for a moment.

He lowered his head and scanned himself, then raised his hand in black clothes: "What do you mean?"

He didn't say anything when he heard it.

When he raised his head, his eyes were already bent, and he explained with a good temper: "This is not mine, the color is too dark, and it is not the style I like."

When I heard it, my face was expressionless, and I said to myself who cares whether you like it or not, it obviously matches your karma, and then remained silent.

In this case, only a blind person would not be able to sense that there was anything wrong with the atmosphere. Those who knew the current affairs might just say hello and leave. But Xie Wen was a strange person.

Wen Shi's disrespectful attitude seemed to interest him.

His eyes moved slightly, he looked around while coughing, and still asked with a smile: "Are you Xia Qiao?"

Over the phone, he still called "Mr. Xia Qiao" very politely. Now that he was in person, he didn't know why he omitted all that.

He moved his lips when he heard it, and Xianxian said two words: "Guess."

The two of them were inexplicably confronting each other, but there was still a short distance between them, and sparks were shooting from a distance.

The vulnerable individual caught in the middle was shocked by the sparks, and couldn't help but interject: "Well... I'm sorry, I am Xia Qiao."

Xie Wen then looked away from Wen Shi.

When he looked at Xia Qiao, he also looked at it, wondering what he was considering. After a moment, he nodded: "I guess it's you too. What about him?"

Xia Qiaoxin said that he was my grandfather's ancestor, but she still said honestly: "My brother."

Xie asked "Oh" and nodded: "Have I ever offended him? Or is your brother inherently quite fierce?"

Perhaps because he was so close, he was too lazy to put in the effort, his voice was much lower, but he asked very seriously.

When hearing: "..."

Xia Qiao answered neither, nor did he answer. He could only laugh and said, "He got up early today and is not in a good mood."

In fact, the smell right now is indeed abnormal.

In the past, he would just say a few words to stop people, and most of the time he would just think about it in his mind. This was the first time that he was targeted so blatantly, but it couldn't be blamed on him, it was still Xie Wen's fault.

Even though I didn’t know each other yet, I already had quite complicated emotions towards Xie Wen when I heard about it——

On the one hand, he followed Huigu to Xiping Garden. Before he found out the facts, it was difficult to have any good impression of the owner of Xiping Garden.

But on the other hand, when he saw Xie Wen, he started to get hungry.

When you are extremely hungry, does it bother you if someone puts a table of delicious food in front of you and then puts up a sign saying "It's poisonous and I won't let you eat it?"

It's in this state now when I hear it.

He frowned and stared at Xie Wen for a while. Finally, he couldn't bear the strange and subtle confrontation and turned away.

Xia Qiao was a little worried and called him: "Brother Wen, why are you going?"

When I heard about it, I walked into the kitchen without looking back and said firmly: "Looking for something to eat."

The kitchen was very clean, and there was nothing on the counter. When he smelled it, he opened the cabinets one by one and saw oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and uncooked rice. He opened the refrigerator again and looked through it from top to bottom. He was not interested in the food and did not recognize the others.

I suppressed my temper and picked a box at random.

He came out of the kitchen when he heard Xie Wen going to the living room.

So when Xia Qiao turned around, he saw a certain ancestor leaning against the kitchen door, holding in his mouth the chocolate barley he unwrapped last night, looking at this side with a chill.

I don't know why, but this scene is magical.

"How old are you this year?" Xie Wen suddenly asked.

He obviously came to see the house, but he just took a look and was more interested in chatting. Xia Qiao followed suit and replied: "I'm 18."

"Oh, it looks quite small."

You want to say that I am short... Xia Qiao slandered me.

He was timid and would feel uneasy when he was close to Xie Wen, so he turned around every step of the way, desperately hoping that Wen Shi would come to the rescue, even if it was just to quarrel.

I just heard that fashion is blind.

"Then you..." Xie Wen also glanced at Chao Wenshi, and the pause between words was like a deliberately omitted adjective, "Where is my brother? How old is he?"

Xia Qiao suspected that he had omitted the words "fierce" and was about to make up an answer: "It's almost the same as me -"

I heard four words coming from far behind: "It's none of your business."

Xie Wen laughed.

Xia Qiao then remembered that Shen Qiao had said before that you should not tell strangers your age casually, otherwise you might meet a powerful character.

Fortunately, what he said was not specific. And this Xie Wen... wasn't a powerful character either.

Rumor has it that among the judges, there are many talented people from the Zhang family, whether they are the main family or the branches of the surname, they are all the best among their peers. There are only two lines that are failing, one is Zhang Biling who came to worship yesterday, and the other is Zhang Biling.

The second is Xie Wen, who was marked.

Even these two failures are different.

It is said that Zhang Biling's family has generally weak aptitudes and weak constitution, so their abilities are limited, but even so, they are ranked above the Wenshi pulse.

As for Xie Wen, he was destined by God, and he was full of karma, so how could he help others? So it was useless for him to learn it, and he was destined to be removed.

This matter would become a worry for many people, but Xie Wen didn't seem to care.

He walked past the long picture of a famous genealogy, neither repelling it to the point of ignoring it, nor stopping to take a closer look at it. Instead, he treated it like an ordinary painting, scanning it and then looking away without thinking.

care.

When I smelled it, I crunched through a box of snacks. It was tasteless, but it was better than nothing.

He went to the refrigerator and touched a carton of milk and drank a few sips. The coldness relieved the hunger in his body, and he felt better, so he threw away the empty carton and returned to the living room.

Xia Qiao took advantage of Xie Wen not seeing him, clasped his hands and kowtowed to him, begging him to save his life.

When the news passed, Xie Wen was standing in front of the statue of the ancestor.

He seemed to be particularly interested in this area. His eyes moved from the incense burner filled with fine ash to the words "Dust is not available", and then to the painting. He even reached out and wiped two words on the red robe of the person in the painting.

Down.

Xia Qiao almost blurted out: "You can't do it, you can't do it, I'm afraid you won't want to live if you touch Grandmaster!"

He also frowned when he heard it and said, "What are you touching?"

Xie Wen twirled his fingers.

His fingers were also sickly pale, so the red stain on his thumb was particularly conspicuous. He stared at the red with a strange look for a few seconds and said, "The color of the robe is quite bright."
To be continued...