Of course Sesshomaru won't come.

Of course Ye knew Sesshomaru would not come.

He and Sesshomaru have the same attitude towards concerts. If he hadn't been frozen by Kikyo, he wouldn't have come.

So he was just talking.

Talk, just have fun.

It doesn't matter if you can't find the fun.

He didn't care.

"Hmm?" Suddenly, Ye frowned.

Without that pure god to challenge the demon, would such a thing happen?

Although there is no shortage of detectives in this world, it is a bit strange that even the cases are similar.

Is it a chain of causes and conditions?

Or the fate of the same position in different time and space?

Even I can't confirm it.

interesting.

...

"Sir, I have an extra ticket. If you don't dislike it, I can transfer this ticket to you." In the parking lot, a woman wearing a black turban smiled and asked.

"Ah, this...madam, although I thank you very much, I have to tell you first that I am not Mr. Tony Stark. Although I look very similar to him, I am actually just a small newspaper reporter Paul Avery." The man who was caught up with by a woman did not look happy at all.

This kind of thing happened too much in the past.

Because he had a face similar to that of the famous entrepreneur, Playboy Tony Stark, he was often caught by women who wanted to catch a kid. At first, he was very happy, but every time he was blushed by the woman who was caught after his identity was exposed.

So now, he will never be happy about this kind of chatter.

The first time he is caught, he will explain his true identity and avoid the person who comes to chat with him and himself wasting hormones.

"What are you talking about? I have no interest in Mr. Stark. Although I, Wulude, is just a small bank employee, my happiness is by no means something that money can buy. And, why do you think I am chatting with you? I just saw that you seemed to want to go to a concert, but I was upset because I lost my ticket and wanted to help you." The woman said to Paul Avery.

"Ah, is that?" Paul Avery was embarrassed.

He was so embarrassed that he forgot to complain about the names of women. Wu Lude? What a rare name. Such a name is so difficult to pronounce.

Well, he still complained in his heart.

But he was embarrassed after all, and subconsciously he wanted to slip away.

"Don't leave." But his thoughts were instantly seen through by the woman named Wulude.

"I just heard it. As a newspaper reporter, you urgently need an excellent report to consolidate your position, but you did not get the opportunity to interview this concert, so you booked your tickets yourself, hoping to find another way. By interviewing fans who spent a lot of money to listen to a newcomer concert, your editor-in-chief was impressed by you. So you were very upset and worried when you lost your ticket. Please don't give up the opportunity that should belong to you for the embarrassment that was meaningless." The woman said earnestly.

"This..." Paul was entangled.

OK, I really really need this ticket.

"Then I'm not polite." He smiled awkwardly and reached out to the woman.

"You don't have to be polite. But I have a small request." said the woman.

"Oh, of course. That's of course." Paul retracted his hand awkwardly.

Of course, how could there be no demand for free? He thought.

"My sister is also going to see this concert, but she just told me that her car broke down and needed me to help the towing truck. But my driving skills are not good, and the towing truck will only cause rear-end collisions, so, can you help us?" said the woman.

"Of course. There is no problem with this." Paul was embarrassed again.

It's just such a small thing, so it's no different from giving it away for nothing. Did I have a little bit just now, um, how did you say that? A villain's heart determines a gentleman's ambition?

But why did this lady ask me, a stranger to tow truck?

If you break down, just call 911?

But Paul was not going to ask these words.

If someone simply forgot that he can call 911 and don’t give him a ticket after asking.

For the sake of the money, he, Paul, should keep silent.

Well, it's silence other than this.

Now I’m still better to chat with you and show your funny feelings.

So Paul started chattering to the lady.

So while chattering, the two started the car.

In this place of the United States, due to the sparse public transportation and the supporting facilities of the population's residence, people often need to travel more than ten miles to buy daily necessities, and private cars are very popular. Therefore, both Paul and women have cars.

Especially Paul, as a reporter, even if he is not as fast as a Hong Kong reporter, he still needs to speed up. His driving skills are also quite good, no worse than the playboy who can play on the F1 track that looks like him.

He was not worried about a simple thing like a trailer.

During the exercise, he also discovered why women asked for help because of the trivial matter of trailer.

Her driving skills are really bad.

Paul has never seen such a bad driving skill.

This completely serpentine path, the bumper car-like body swing, does she really have a driver's license?

Would she really not run into someone on the road?

Wouldn't she really make a sudden brake to create my rear-end collision?

It's natural for her to be afraid of rear-end collisions!

Paul was frightened.

Fortunately, maybe it was favored by the goddess of fate. This woman, with such driving skills, could bring Paul to her sister safely with nothing to do.

The one who drove the car to the side of the broken sister.

From a distance, when he saw the car that claimed to be "defunctory", Paul was sure that this sister's driving skills were as bad as this woman.

He was not surprised that the car would break down.

No matter what kind of car it is, if it has hit a fire hydrant on the side of the road or even the bumper has fallen, breaking down is really not a surprise.

The same is true when you ask strangers to help with the trailer, it is not worth the surprise.

It was really because the goddess of fate was not caught by the police.

"Sikulude, I'm here, where are you?" the woman stopped and shouted in front of the broken car.

Sikulude? This name is just as rare. Paul still complains in his heart.

"Ms. Sikulude? Ms. Sikulude?" But for the sake of money, Paul still tried hard to show himself and helped Wulude find his sister.

Strange, where did the car go here?

Paul thought, and approached the car.

Then he glanced at the car.

"Ah!" He was shocked.

A black-haired girl fell into the car with blood, motionless, as if she was dead!
Chapter completed!