This is the first one, but the feng shui master is holding a compass, and the pointer is buzzing, so that the owner holding it is gradually confused at this moment.

Gradually, they all entered the small courtyard.

The middle-aged man next to him looked at Su Luo and said, "Little brother, why don't you come in?" Do you think I give me a small salary, as long as I can save my daughter, I can add money! ”

"Little brother, I see that Master Han is very respectful to you, you must be very capable, right, save my daughter!"

The woman's eyes were swollen from crying.

Su Luo's thin lips moved slightly, and he couldn't stand by coldly to her plea.

Su Luo said softly: "Just now, I can save your daughter's life by your grace, and now that you worship again, I will save your family's life." ”

"Sect Leader Su!"

Bai Wuchang also wanted to dissuade him.

The woman was like a drowning person, grasping at the last straw, inexplicably thinking that Su Luo could save his daughter.

Su Luo said softly: "There is no need to mention the remuneration, your Wang family may be rich, but in my eyes, money is just a bunch of numbers, and I don't care too much." ”

"Huh!"

Among the crowd next to him, there were relatives of the Wang family, probably Wang Xiang'er's cousin, who showed a sarcastic smile, feeling that Su Luo was pretending to be too unearthly fireworks.

Hei Impermanence said with solid eyes: "Sect Master Su's family is very rich, I often go to Second Uncle Su to burn paper money for us, the kind of Heaven and Earth Bank, now it is easy to use it aside." ”

It's good that Hei Wuchang doesn't speak, but when he speaks, people almost think he is crazy.

What the hell, good living people, do you use the money from the Heaven and Earth Bank?

Fools know that it's for the dead.

But Wang Zunyi was shocked and said: "Who are you the king of northern Jiangsu?" ”

"That's my father." Su Luo said indifferently.

The man in the tunic exclaimed, "You are the eldest son of the Su family?" ”

Su Luo nodded lightly and entered the small courtyard.

After a short silence, the crowd next to him immediately boiled.

About Su Luo, the people of Los Angeles know very well, it is definitely a legend, after succeeding the Su Group, he actually brought the Su Group back to life, and now it is a behemoth with a market value of more than 700 billion.

The terrifying thing is that it is rumored that this Su Luo has a close relationship with the Shenyu Group.

Chen Yao, chairman of Shenyu Group, has not married so far, and it is rumored that he and Su Luo are emotionally related, and the two occupy most of the shares of Shenyu Group, which is worth hundreds of billions.

The market value of Shenyu Group has now exceeded one trillion!

Such a character, is it bad money?

Wang Zunyi and they didn't expect that a young man was the eldest son of the Su family, and it had been a few years, hadn't his appearance changed?

It's a miracle that he still looks young.

A typical person who is young and ambitious!

Su Luo stepped into the small courtyard and pushed open the door of the living room of the room, Han Sheng and the others stood in the hall, their faces were pale, and on the sofa in the living room, there was a girl sitting.

It was yesterday's Wang Xiang'er.

Wang Xiang'er was wearing a white dress, her eyes were closed, and the aura on her body had become very cold, as if she was not a living person, but a corpse.

Hei Wuchang followed quietly and muttered: "If you want to be pretty, you must be filial ......"

Su Luo's face suddenly darkened, for this guy, he found that he was not so honest, a bit like Mo Rulong's bad belly.

Bai Wuchang followed up, shook his head and said, "It's not saved, there is no smell of living people in the whole body, and he is basically dead." ”

"Nonsense, dead people don't breathe!"

The feng shui master scolded angrily.

Bai Wuchang's eyes are not good, these guys are looking for death, how dare they scare him?

The two of them are cowards, but that is to Su Luo, but what are these things that dare to scare them?

Bai Wuchang asked for it, took out the spirit stick, and did it when he came up.

A stick went down, making the feng shui master roll on the ground in pain, his face was pale, and his whole breath was extremely depressed, saying that he was going to die, and some people believed him.

The soul conjuring stick specializes in beating the yin soul, if Bai Wuchang is very spicy, use all his strength, and the soul of the person can be scattered with one stick.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be too incompetent.

Bai Wuchang chirped, "Are you scared?" He also reprimanded me, against you! ”

"Ladies and gentlemen, these two are black and white, and it is better to respect the life and death of the people in charge of this area." Han Sheng said without being salty.

As a result, this made the feng shui master and others almost scared to pee their pants.

They had never thought in their lives that they could foresee the existence of legends.

The monk hurriedly saluted and said, "Amitabha! ”

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!" The Taoist priest outside the door who retreated in the face of difficulties made a gesture.

Those Jianghu warlocks had a flattering look, but Wang Xiang'er, who had closed her eyes, slowly turned her head, as if she was very stiff, her voice was slightly hoarse, and there were even three points of cold air.

Wang Xiang'er said coldly: "Black and white impermanence, this matter has nothing to do with you, leave if you know each other, otherwise you will have to die!" ”

"You and my brothers are scared, to tell you the truth, our brothers are just idle and bored, and their real identities are...... Scattered immortals! ”

Bai Wuchang looked proud.

Wang Xiang'er's body shook, and she still didn't open her eyes, but her body struggled to open them.

Han Sheng's hands were quick, and a yellow talisman was quickly attached to Wang Xiang'er's forehead.

Airplanes!

An invisible fluctuation directly swept Han Sheng away, and the yellow fu spontaneously combusted without wind, without touching Wang Xiang'er.

Wang Xiang'er said indifferently: "I was almost frightened by you, if you are a high-flying Scattered Immortal Lord, and the city god calls you, then you are looking for death, as for these miscellaneous insects, get out of this room within ten breaths, otherwise, you will die!" ”

This voice is the owner, obviously not Wang Xiang'er.

Black and white impermanence didn't do anything, anyway, it's not their business, and they don't want to be involved.

The other warlocks were all frightened, but they didn't expect to really encounter this kind of evil **.

They used to deceive the rich and get some unwarranted things, but who would have thought that there were really evil things here.

At this moment, many people retreated and couldn't help but move out of the door.

Boom!

The doors closed automatically, the curtains closed, and the room was plunged into darkness.

A pair of red eyes opened, accompanied by an indifferent voice: "Ten breaths, it's here!" ”

"Interesting, it's actually an evil cultivator!"

An indifferent and calm word made the whole room fall silent.

The red eyes moved eastward, staring at the beautiful young man, as if to see the depth.

Wang Xiang'er said indifferently: "Who are you?" ”

"The name doesn't matter." Su Luo looked at him with a little amusement.

It is just an evil cultivator who does not become a climate, and it is not uncommon in the cultivation world beyond the starry sky, and it is a lowly existence at the lowest level, and everyone spurns and disdains it.

After all, this kind of existence does not even have a body, and can only be placed in external objects for warmth.

This is similar to machine spirits, but they can break away from their hosts, and they can also cultivate, absorb the power of others to strengthen themselves, and those who are in a hurry dare to possess dogs to absorb energy.

I want to talk about "The Immortal Emperor of the City" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find a confidant~