Jiang Futing didn't understand what he meant by these words at first, but when he heard it, he knew that he didn't know what he was thinking in his head, and he would be wrong.

"I think so." He said suddenly.

Luo Zhiqiu suddenly ignited the flame of hope and looked at him even more reliantly.

Jiang Futing said the rest of the words lightly: "The things invested have not returned to the benefits, and they have been wasted, which is indeed a bit of a loss." ”

Luo Zhiqiu's face changed, and there was a kind of withered decadence, so he had to keep hypnotizing himself: But isn't it, the deed of sale has been signed!

However, to his surprise, Jiang Futing took out a talisman from the bag: "So you will bring this later." ”

This sigil is a little different from the previous sigils.

The patterns on the talisman look rough and destructive, and the messy lines are mixed together to make it look particularly hideous.

Luo Zhiqiu felt a chill just by looking at it, and his outstretched hand hung in the air, and he didn't dare to take it for a long time.

Jiang Futing pressed his hand on the table: "There is my strength in this, and it can be used three times, but the rune paper is much stronger than the last time I borrowed you, so don't use it at will unless you have to." ”

Luo Zhiqiuguang heard that it was his strength, and his gloomy expression lit up as if he had seen a treasure, and he immediately grabbed it and carefully flattened the pressed folds: "Okay!" Good! I made a note of it. ”

Jiang Futing watched him sit in the position and ink the ink, and only after the ink was finished did he smile and say to himself: "Then I'll go on an errand!" ”

After he said this, he really left with the treasure in his heart, and left resolutely before opening the door and leaving: "Lord Jiang, you are so handsome with a mask!" Especially in line with your temperament. ”

In line with my temperament.

He raised his hand and touched the mottled scar under his eye socket, and was silent for a long time before he suddenly realized that this guy was not simply boasting about himself.

This mask looks decisive, Luo Zhiqiu's words are insinuating himself!

But because Luo Zhiqiu had already slipped away, he had nowhere to do it even if he wanted to.

But if it weren't for Luo Zhiqiu's reminder, he would have forgotten that he was still wearing a mask.

Now the manufacturing process of the underworld is no worse than that of the yang world, and the band on his face is perfectly integrated with his face, so that he has no feeling.

It's no wonder that Mei Jibei has been trembling with herself, it seems that half of it is pretending, and half of it is really afraid.

This will not be a big deal, Jiang Futing simply pulled the enchantment.

I honestly sat down at the table and began to think seriously about how to take concrete actions after that.

To be honest, even he felt unprepared to rush into the underworld, which was indeed too impulsive.

But Bai Tang's matter can be big or small, the underworld relies on Bai Tang to suppress the monster alone, and he really can't let go.

Fortunately, it is now known for sure that no matter what the public opinion is, Bai Tang's rank is there, and ordinary ghosts will not have any impact on him.

Plus, maybe in a few more hours he'll come over in person......

Just thinking about it like this, Jiang Futing's heart was pierced with the Dinghai God Needle.

Now it is imperative to know where the city god is? Where are the immortals? What are their specific actions? And is there a solution to the monster sealed near the Stygian Water?

As for artifacts......

Jiang Futing still hasn't figured out how to deal with something like an artifact, as if it is like a hot potato when it falls on anyone, or he will use the artifact as an evil thing.

He pinched his eyebrows hard, thinking a little impetuously.

Thanks to the intimate incense in the room, it can also dredge his depressed heart.

Just as he was rubbing his eyebrows, there was a sudden knock on the door outside the house.

"Tuk! Sincere! Tuk"

The ghost who knocked on the door seemed to be very careful, and every rise and fall was very restrained

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Jiang Futing made a move, and swept to the door with cold eyes: "Who!" ”

However, the ghost outside seemed to be quite bold, neither introducing himself nor asking for permission to enter the door, and actually pushed the door open first!

Jiang Futing immediately picked up the folded paper airplane on the desk and flew over violently.

Although it was a paper airplane, it was folded by him, and there was some power hidden in it, and the moment it flew out, like lightning, the speed of lightning and flint frightened the ghost who came in, and he was stupid in place.

And the paper airplane he folded probably favored the bridge of the nose, and it actually smashed on the bridge of the nose of the visitor......

It's just that this time the ghost is obviously not very good.

Jiang Futing saw his foot just stepping into the threshold, and at the moment he was hit by a paper plane, he staggered back, and by the way, there was a sound of porcelain colliding, but fortunately he didn't fall to the ground.

After another two seconds, the ghost outside walked in with a plate of relentlessness.

As a result, as soon as he entered the door, he felt a strong coercion that he could not resist at all.

Jiang Futing lowered his head again, and wrote and drew with a brush on the blank paper.

The little ghost holding the things was scared in his heart, but he was well-informed, and his psychological quality was quite strong, so he said without humility or arrogance: "My lord, this is the refreshment that Lord Zhao specially sent someone to make for you." ”

Jiang Futing still lowered his eyes, and the thick eyelashes hid the bright light in his eyes into bright stars.

He continued to write with a focused expression, which seemed to be something very important.

The atmosphere was a little strange for a while, and Jiang Futing wrote without saying a word, and the little ghost bent down respectfully and stood with a plate for a long time.

As if writing something pleasant, the corners of Jiang Futing's mouth raised a shallow arc.

I didn't expect Zhao Cheng to send someone to visit him so soon, and he was worthy of being the person he picked, and his heart alone crushed ordinary ghosts.

He suddenly stopped his pen, his face was not red and he was out of breath, and said, "I am a cultivator, and I have already opened up the valley, so I don't need to bother with that useless thought." ”

The little ghost pressed his back even lower: "Lord Jiang, the tea is a flower tea specially brought by someone from my family, this flower only blooms once in the underworld in a hundred years, the entrance is sweet, the aroma is elegant, and it is very refreshing." ”

Jiang Futing put down his pen and said seriously: "I'm quite sober now. ”

The little ghost directly buried his head under the plate he was holding: "This is also all Lord Zhao's heart, saying that Lord Jiang is young and promising, and he is not shocked, and he does intend to make friends." ”

Jiang Futing stared at this little ghost, and Leng Mang was able to poke two big holes in it.

This little ghost can indeed do things and talk again, no wonder Zhao Cheng ordered it over.

Having said that, he still stays at someone else's house for free, and if he refuses again, he doesn't know how to lift.

"Put it down." Jiang Futing's gaze never left this little ghost.

When the little ghost heard this, he did not react with relief, and when he raised his head, he was not frightened by the scar on his face and his unkindness.

I just came over quietly and put my things in the spare place on the table.

Jiang Futing originally thought that it would go down quietly after it was finished, but he didn't expect that the moment he put the teapot on the table, his movements were indifferent.

The imp was very well disguised, but Jiang Futing still followed its line of sight, caught its attention and stayed on his painting for a moment.

As the saying goes, God has opened a door for you, but he has to close a window for you.

Jiang Futing likes the pleasing taste of art very much, and always admires it from the bottom of his heart.

Because he himself does not have this kind of talent, and art itself is extraordinary, which has created a lofty position in his mind.

But what he depicted was ugly before high school, after a few years

Carefully carved, I can see it, but I stopped there after college, and I never made any progress.

It seems that God has sealed the window of his only hobby......

For example, at the moment, this painting does not have any beauty, but fortunately, the work is not in vain, and you can still see who the dot painting is.

And the flaws that this little ghost inadvertently revealed just now obviously recognized Bai Tang.

Jiang Futing took the lead in holding its hand before it was withdrawn, lifted his eyelids, and looked at it coldly: "Do you know?" ”

"I ......" the imp struggled hard, but his hand seemed to be welded to it.

With such a close distance and such a strong oppression, Rao is a little unbearable no matter how powerful it is.

It tried its best to suppress its panic and said hurriedly, "I don't know! ”

"Really?" Jiang Futing's eyes became dangerous.

Under his gaze, the little ghost's back was already stretched into a straight plank, and just when he thought that the person in front of him was going to use some means against him, Jiang Futing suddenly changed the topic: "What did you do before, don't you feel wronged when you are a servant in someone else's house?" ”

The little ghost couldn't help but stiffen, and the hand that was held down by Jiang Futing tried his best to use his dark energy to pull it out.

But every time the strength is accumulated in the palm of his hand, it is quietly dissolved by the spring breeze and rain.

The two phases secretly compared their strength back and forth a few times, and it began to be really afraid of the person in front of it.

It always felt that the tricks hidden in its heart that could not be put on the table had long been clearly broken.

The little ghost smiled reluctantly: "My lord, you are joking, being able to enter Lord Zhao's mansion to do things is a blessing that I have cultivated, how dare I mention my grievances." ”

Jiang Futing looked at it calmly, taking in all the changes in its reactions.

After staring at the little ghost for a long time, he suddenly said with some pity: "You have a firm heart, unlike ordinary people, and it is a bit overkill to be driven by servants here." ”

The little ghost lowered his head to avoid his gaze, and said without leaking: "How come, the servants are also divided into three, six, nine and so on, and they follow a famous master, even if they are servants, they are made into confidants, and their worth is rising." ”

"A man of repute?" Jiang Futing repeated.

Only then did the little ghost realize that he had unconsciously leaked his mouth, and he was so frightened that he didn't dare to move anymore, and even gave up struggling.

Jiang Futing accepted it when he saw it, and let go of his hand: "It seems that Lord Zhao has a high prestige, what is he doing in this city?" ”

"I was just making an analogy." The imp whispered, however, that he probably didn't believe even himself.

Jiang Futing cleaned up the things on the table, and began to fold the plane again, looking leisurely, but his voice was a little lowered: "You haven't answered me head-on." ”

The little ghost immediately bent down tremblingly, and it bit its lip hard, as if a cold sweat was about to run through the corners of its forehead.

Before Lord Zhao came over, he told him not to talk nonsense! Don't talk nonsense!

But it's still wrong!

If it is known, my family Ayuan ...... Thinking of the girl in his mind, the little ghost's chest instantly shivered coldly.

But at the moment, this adult is obviously not a fuel-efficient lamp, and he is not fooled by a few words at all.

He was not afraid of Lord Zhao at all, and proudly didn't pay attention to anything.

Trying to win his trust is tantamount to fishing for the moon in water!

But my Ayuan ......

The imp buried his head and closed his eyes hard.

A-Yuan, A-Yuan.

It tossed and turned in its heart and whispered the name.

Then it seemed that something suddenly connected, and when he opened his eyes, he simply let go and knelt down fiercely.

As it turned out, although the ghost had no weight, the sound of the hard bump still existed.

Hearing this sudden "pop" sound, Jiang Futing was stunned.

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