Chapter 1: The Scourge of Bloodlight

As soon as the melodious bell rang for the end of class, Tang Jiatang rushed out of the classroom with his fluttering schoolbag.

In the schoolbag, there is a novel "The Ruthless Wife of the Domineering President" also known as "The Ruthless Abandonment of the Domineering President" also known as "The Ruthless Bullying of the Domineering President" that I just borrowed from the same table today.

From the morning to the end of school, she only looked through the table of contents a little between classes, as well as the previous chapters.

As soon as she got out of the school gate, she was knocked to the ground by a tall man, Tang Jiatang apologized again and again, stood up and continued to run, she was going home to read a novel.

When she got to the next street, a dog suddenly rushed out and barked at her, she frowned, sprinted forward, and stepped directly over the dog's head, she was going home to read a novel!

"Girl, wait!"

Tang Jiatang was stopped by a voice, she didn't want to pay attention to it, but the shoulder strap of the schoolbag was actually pulled.

When I looked back, I saw that she was wearing a strange robe, pulling her schoolbag in one hand, holding a signboard in the other, and a tattered cloth bag hanging on her body.

"I'm sorry, I went to school, I didn't bring any money."

Tang Jiatang skillfully refused.

"The girl misunderstood, the poor road does not seek wealth."

"Are you being deceived by my beauty?" Tang Jiatang thought in his heart, and asked out loud.

The Taoist priest withdrew his hand and said, "Girl, you have a bloody disaster, one million, and the poor Dao will help you solve it." ”

"You don't ask for money? Cheaper? ”

Tang Jiatang is accustomed to bargaining neatly.

When the Taoist priest saw that there was a play, he groaned in embarrassment for a moment, "Nine hundred and eighty thousand, it can't be less, this is a matter of longevity!" ”

"I don't have that much money." Tang Jiatang turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait! So how much money do you have? ”

"Forehead ......"

Tang Jiatang subconsciously dug into his pocket, and finally found a five-yuan note from Zou Baba.

The Taoist priest frowned and shook his head constantly, "Girl, there is only one chance, and you can't miss the opportunity and don't come again!" ”

Tang Jiatang's expression was solemn, and he secretly said that this person would not be a human trafficker, right? Deliberately procrastinating on time? Or a fool? I'm going home to read a novel!

When the Taoist priest saw her like this, he thought that she had no money, so he was very troubled.

"You really don't have any money on you?"

Seeing the Taoist priest's inquiring look, comparing the height and combat strength of the two, Tang Jiatang swallowed his saliva, and finally poured out three more coins, two one-dollar banknotes.

"It's really gone, it's just ten dollars."

"Eh, that's fine, ten dollars is ten...... Huh! What do you run! ”

Tang Jiatang took advantage of the other party's attention to divert and made up his mind, and ran away, and the speed was fast!

"Girl! Don't run! Ten dollars is ten dollars! Don't run, I'll take this business! ”

The Taoist priest chased after him.

Tang Jiatang had no choice but to run harder.

So much so that when I crossed the road, I didn't even notice a big truck speeding by.

When she was knocked away, she was still looking back to see if the Taoist priest was going to chase her.

Tang Jiatang realized that he had been in a car accident in mid-air, and his pupils dilated painfully and helplessly.

Damn, I haven't finished reading the borrowed novel yet!

Damn, this is the bloody disaster of death fortune telling?

The consciousness gradually dissipated, and it was vaguely as if I saw that the Taoist priest still chased after her, and picked up the ten yuan she had dropped......

Dead Priest ......

"Poor Dao has said that you have a bloody disaster, and they have said that you should not run, why don't you listen......"

"Forget it, the business has been negotiated, and I won't collect this money in vain."

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Pants: Readers, I want to collect and recommend.

Master: Okay, is one enough?

Pants: Not enough, I want four

Master: Smack!

Pants: Enough, enough, thank you, reader!