67: Chapter 67: Backstabbing

Chapter 67: Backstabbing

When I walked into the motor train, the male god and Mo Yin Si followed. The two sitting beside me felt that the temperature was too low and asked for a change of seat. 2

As for the other one, after sitting in his seat, he felt like someone was patting him with their hands. He could turn around and see that there was nothing.

In the end, she was so scared that she quickly left the seat. After that, no one dared to come over and sit down. They were willing to stand.

The two people who had caused this situation sat down in their seats.

I couldn't say the two of them, so I could only complain about Ghost Spirit in my group.

Ling: Ghost Spirit Tong, if you die, you'll always pat others on the shoulder. You want to scare people to death?

Ghost Spirit Tong: Boss, can I not listen to Lord Yin Si's orders?

Mo Yin Si's face suddenly closed and he felt his cold breath. He whispered in my ear," Next time, do n' t find someone to act with you. I'm afraid I wo n' t be able to control myself."

It turned out that he knew that I was acting, but what he said was a little threatening.

I replied," But I'm treating you right now ……"

Before I could finish, he covered my face with his hand." As long as you know, I'll wait for you."

The atmosphere immediately became ambiguous. However, the next second, Gao Yuting walked over, ignoring Mo Yin Si's cold face.

As well as the threatening look in his eyes, he inserted it into our conversation.

Just like that, I got off the train and took out my phone to look at the two location maps Bianque sent me.

He stopped a taxi and pointed at one of the maps. I was going to this place.

The first person to look for was definitely an expert. It would be even better if he could give me a few pointers.

When they reached their destination, they looked at the signboard of the Qingxi Small House. They thought that an expert was an expert, and that his name was so imposing.

At the door stood a man in his late twenties. I walked up to greet him and asked," Excuse me, are you an expert living here?"

He immediately shook his head." I'm not an expert. I' m here to find a master."

He then told me about what he had experienced.

When he was in college, one day, a good friend of his had asked him for help. He had clearly answered well.

But from the other side's ears, it was a different meaning. When they reached the back, they even started fighting with this bro.

Ever since that day, such things often happened. He had been unlucky for a year.

After that, he was forced to drop out of school. After talking about the female tickets for a few years, he also broke up. Even his family's business was in crisis.

Just as he was in despair, he heard people mention that Wutai Mountain, there was a very powerful cultivator.

He planned to come Wutai Mountain and try his luck, but he didn't expect him to meet him.

The master could tell with a single glance that he had a ghost on his back. He had carried it for a year and even helped him chase the ghost away.

The Master didn't accept the payment and only said one sentence. He still had five years to go.

It was rather strange to say that in five years of business, they had lost money. They went to the construction site and ran off to help the boss with loan sharks. The boss entered the bureau...

Five years later, it was only now that he had a smooth ride no matter what he did. He even started a small company and became the boss.

When I heard what he said, I felt that it was very miraculous. I was even more curious about the expert he mentioned.

A familiar voice came from the room." Since you're here, come in and have a seat."

I thought to myself, it was just that my voice was similar. It wasn't what I thought, right? But when I walked in, I saw a familiar face in the pit.

When he saw that person walking forward, he greeted Shen Keng enthusiastically. He even handed over a gift and took out a lot of money.

After a brief moment of surprise, he seriously suspected that he had come to the wrong place.

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