Zhang Yan sneered and said, "It's a bit of a conflict with this old man. "

The God of Wealth said that there are very few cultivators in the mortal world. Jiangbei is also a Master Chen, how can it be so easy to meet others?

It's really that old man.

Wei Zheng slapped his palm on the coffee table, and suddenly the melons and fruits rolled to the ground, and an apple rolled to the feet of Zhang Mad.

"Damn it, not only does it move Lao Tzu's younger brother, but it also offends my brother. Okay, you're a ghost...... you're worried," Wei Zheng said. The face that had lost one eye looked more and more hideous, and it made people feel a chill in their hearts.

Zhang Mad knew that the old man named Mr. Yang was not good, and he would definitely not stop if he didn't grab the piece of blood jade. Since sooner or later you have to afford conflict, it's better to strike first.

Zhang Yan said to Wei Zheng: "Brother Wei, I have contact for news." "

Wei Zheng nodded. Zhang Qi sat in the ward for a while before returning to school.

Chen Xiang and the others looked at Zhang Qi and sat in front of the desk again, and said in a sigh: "Zhang Qi, what are you doing with such money? You can be rich lying down." "

"I didn't study. "Insolent and vague.

Liu Fu leaned over to take a look and was happy: "What are you drawing? Don't you learn to become a Taoist priest?"

Zhang Madness ignored the fat man and continued to paint.

The "Fu Gong Daquan" sent by the God of Wealth actually has a huge effect on the mystic who has the mysteries. If it is an ordinary person like Zhang Madness, the effect of the talisman drawn is at most one percent of that of others.

The book says that immortals use immortal energy to draw talismans. The Xuan Qi used Xuan Qi to draw talismans, and ordinary people like him were able to use the essence qi. People are condensed because of their essence, and if they lose their spirit, they will not be human.

Zhang Yan held his breath and took the brush he bought back from the stationery store and dipped it in some red ink. Draw symbols on white paper.

At first, the speed of drawing the talismans was fast, but when the second one was drawn, the sweat on the arrogant forehead appeared layer by layer, and the hand holding the brush began to tremble.

"Hey, what's wrong with you, why is your face so ugly?" Hu Yifan suddenly noticed his arrogant face and immediately shouted.

Chen Xiang and Liu Fu immediately looked over when they heard this.

Zhang Madness clutched the brush, and the blood on his face had faded and turned white.

His consciousness gradually blurred, and he fainted directly after the last stroke of Zhang Madness.

Liu Fu smashed it and said, "See you for the first time, learn to faint? Taoist priest is not good, right?"

Chen Xiang shouted, and hurriedly sent Zhang Qi to the infirmary.

When Zhang Qi woke up and found himself lying on the bed in the infirmary, the school doctor on the side said very movingly: "It's rare, there are still college students who are tired and faint for studying these years." No wonder you kid keeps getting the Principal's Scholarship. "

Zhang Qiang slowly sat up, feeling unusually tired all over.

Chen Xiang stuffed the two talismans that Zhang Madness had spent before into Zhang Mad's hand: "Oh, you just drew it." "

When Zhang Qiang saw it, he immediately put it away carefully, this thing almost killed him!

Originally, he wanted to draw a few more pictures to deal with the old man, but now he probably can't.

Unwillingly, he took out his mobile phone to send a message to the God of Wealth.

The God of Wealth seemed to be very happy: "I told you a long time ago, it's useless for you to ask for this thing as an ordinary person." Ordinary people draw talismans with their own essence, essence is not like Xuan Qi can absorb the essence of heaven and earth to condense, their own essence is gone, and it is difficult to re-gather. "

It dawned on him that it was no wonder that those famous Taoist priests always said that the curse of heaven would not live long, and there was indeed a source.

Come to think of it. Insolent didn't dare to continue drawing talismans.

Zhang Mad thought about it, and immediately said in his voice: "Then I'll draw a few more pictures, and if I'm dead, I'll die." I don't care anyway. "

The God of Wealth immediately became sad and angry, making him want to open something. When he died, there was no one to help him with his wealth.

Zhang Mad wanted to continue to ask for some benefits from the God of Wealth, but at this time, he suddenly received a phone call, which contained a dead and suppressed cry: "Is it you, help me." They came to the door to ask for money and beat my dad, and I am hiding in the toilet now and afraid to go out. "

It's Duan Qingdai.

Zhang Mad thought of what he promised her, so he had to say, "Then you wait for me for a while." "

After Zhang Qi found out that he had used the essence to draw the talisman, his whole body was a little weak......

finally arrived at the old-fashioned community of Duan Qingdai's house, and he had not yet reached her door. Then he saw the door open, and there was a sound of smashing inside.

"I heard that you have a beautiful daughter in your family, play with your brothers, serve your brothers comfortably, and ask your family to pay back less." A cloudy gaze. The lewd-looking man stared at the bathroom and laughed evilly.

Duan Qingdai shrank in the corner of the bathroom, covering her mouth to prevent herself from making a sound.

"Little sister, my brother knows you're in there. Don't be afraid, brothers, this will come in and hurt you. There were a few more rampant laughter at the door.

Duan Qingdai trembled, and despair gradually appeared in her beautiful eyes.

Even if insolence comes, it may be too late......

She has no other relationship with insolence, so why should people send her to death?

"Huh, it's locked, the little girl is so naïve...... What about the axe? Smash the door open. Zhao Xiaoli said with a grin.

The slamming of the door "swaying" was repeated one after another. Like the bell before death comes, it makes people despair.

The middle-aged man lying on the ground spit out a mouthful of blood, got up from the ground, hugged Zhao Xiaoli's legs, and said with difficulty: "Zhao Xiaoli, you let my daughter go." You cut off my hand......"

Seeing that Zhao Xiaoli didn't speak, the middle-aged man said again: "Zhao Xiaoli, you." If you make such a big noise, someone will call the police......"

Zhao Xiaoli's eyes showed a fierce light, kicked on the middle-aged man's cheek, and snorted. He scolded: "Call the police, report it! See if the police will come." "

What do you mean?

Duan Qingdai, who was hiding in the bathroom, suddenly felt cold when she heard that sentence.

With a "squeak", the door of the bathroom was chopped by the axe on the spot, and the door opened.