|.| "One of them is to kill this female ghost. Don't worry too much about it. I was careless at the time. This female ghost's skills are average. You remember. Be sure to kill this female ghost. I suspect that this female ghost is a palace maid who escaped from the seal of the Forbidden City. And one more thing is the main purpose of letting you come this time." Brother Qingfeng said with a solemn expression: "You promise me first. You have to help me."

I suddenly felt bored. I'm sure I don't want to do this. Otherwise, Brother Qingfeng will tell me directly. Let me do this. You won't beat around the bush with me. I shook my head and said, "What did you say first?"

Brother Qingfeng seems to understand me. He sighed and said, "Actually, the purpose of letting you come this time is the first. It's for you to destroy that female ghost. I've come to an important juncture in my investigation of the second book of Yinyanglu. So can't be delayed. I didn't kill her. Am I doing the right thing?"

"Yes." I nodded. Then he said, "Brother Qingfeng, you just say it. Don't beat around the bush with me."

"Ahem. This is the second thing. Actually, we cultivators should have a heart to save the world, right? You see Ah Bao is also sticky to you. Blame likes you. Why don't you just let his dad forget it." Brother Qingfeng looked at me and coughed and said.

"Roll the calf." I said no to a word. It's okay to play with that kid for two days. The main thing is that there is no security at all for what I am going to do next. How can you take a little kid with you? I said, "If it doesn't work, I'll send that kid to Maoshan."

Brother Qingfeng's face was strangely bitter. He said to me, "That's not going to work. This little guy just wants to follow his dad. I'll leave it to you anyway. You figure it out for yourself. If you can beat him to Maoshan Mountain. That's what you're capable of. Remember. What I saw that day was the 211 bus of the Forbidden City. The license plate number is: Jing Axxxx. I'm going to investigate the yin and yang first. After saying that, he didn't even pack his things. He turned around and left.

I didn't stop him. I watched that Po still playing a computer game. I'll just walk over and have a look. It turned out to be CF. This kid didn't expect to do this.I said, "Boy. I'm going to play this again."

"Hmm. Traffickers used to teach it." Po replied obediently. As soon as I heard this. Immediately sighed. This Qingfeng brother is really fucking lacking in morality. Let Po's father know that he was called a trafficker by his son after he hung up. I guess I can make him angry.

"Did the traffickers tell you I'm a master of CF?" I smiled at Po and said, "I want to be the beginning. Brother is also a little sniper god in Chengdu. No, practice two."

"The traffickers also said that he was a little sniper god in Beijing." As soon as Po finished speaking, he turned around and took out a laptop from his school bag. Then he handed it to me and said, "Come. Let's play."

I'm really convinced after half an hour. and Po against the sniper. Played ten rounds. Lost eight rounds. A tie. Won in one round. Finally I summarized it. It's not that I'm too vegetable. It's that Po is too perverted.

You have to know that children of Po's age play this game. It is estimated that even the southeast and northwest are not clear. When you look at people, you beat them blindly. I didn't expect Po to snipe in an instant. And the sense of combat is very strong. Finally, I asked Po how he did it. He said that the traffickers taught. I suddenly kind of adore the unmasked trafficker.

Wait until you finish playing and take a look at the time. It's already six o'clock in the evening. I said to Po, "Let's go to dinner."

"Hmm. Father. What are we going to eat today?" Po jumped on my back in one fell swoop. When he called me like that, I was immediately depressed. Think I'm young. Not even married. As soon as I went out, a seven or eight-year-old boy called me Dad. Those passers-by have to look at me.

"Don't call me Daddy." I pinched Po's little face pocket. Said at him.

"Why?"

"I'm not your dad."

"So who's my dad?"

"Traffickers are your father."

"Why is it my dad who is a human trafficker?"

"He gave birth to you. Your dad, of course."

"Why did you give birth to me, my father?"

"You ask him to go."

"You're my dad. The traffickers are not my dad."

"The traffickers gave birth to you, so it's your father. You weren't born to me, so I'm not your father."

"The trafficker is my dad. You're not my dad."

"I'm your father. Traffickers aren't your dad. Oops I'll go. I'm confused."

I feel like I'm like a seven or eight-year-old kid saying tongue twisters. Shook his head and went out to eat KFC with him on his back. The main thing is that he wants to eat. I don't have much of a cold on these junk foods. I sat down and watched this little guy eat while he ate. Suddenly, an aunt and a waiter said to me, "Young man. Young age. My sons are so old."

"He's not my son." I shook my head. Suddenly, Po said, "My dad is a human trafficker."

I'll go. This little guy really doesn't say anything. One is amazing. This waiter's aunt suddenly looked at me strangely. Then he said to Po: "Little friend. He's not your dad. Right, no."

"He's my dad. My dad was a human trafficker." Po's eyes widened. Looking at this waiter, the aunt thought about it after speaking. Then he pointed at me and said, "He told me."

"Oops I'll go. Brat. You can eat food indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense." I glared at him. Po stuck out his tongue. Keep eating. The waiter's aunt then said, "Young man. It's the shore when you turn back. There is no future in being a human trafficker."

"Auntie. I'm his dad. Not human traffickers." In the end, I had no choice but to admit it. Grandma's. I sighed. In the end, this aunt still looked at me with suspicion. But I didn't ask any more. I guess I feel like she wouldn't dare to care even if I was a human trafficker.

In the end, I carried the little guy back to the hotel. After throwing him into the room, he said to him, "I'll go out and do something. You're here for yourself." I went in and lifted my backpack.

I didn't expect this Po to see me holding my backpack and leaving. I ran over and hung myself on my backpack all at once. I grabbed it and didn't let go. Then he said to me, "Brother Qingfeng told me. If you want to leave with your luggage. I just want to slip away. Don't want me anymore."

"Oops. My little ancestor. You can stop the meeting." I've never dealt with a little guy like this. Suddenly it felt like he was harder to serve than those zombies. I took a deep breath. Then he said to the little guy, "Bao. You let go. I'm out to buy you food. It's not going to go."

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