Zhao Junyu's heart softened suddenly, and the words that he wanted to blame finally swallowed back, caressing An Ruolan's hair and constantly comforting him.

"If you have anything in the future, you have to tell me before making a decision, do you know?" Zhao Junyu's tone was unquestionable.

"Hmm. An Ruolan was obediently buried in his arms, inexplicably relieved.

"Where did you come from, the wild boy, the young master slaughtered you!" An embarrassed figure jumped up, Mo Baojun's mouth was full of blood, and he pointed at Zhao Junyu and scolded indistinctly.

Zhao Junyu let go of An Ruolan and looked up and down with interest at this guy who didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

Mo Baojun was also looking at Zhao Junyu, who was not good, he hesitated for a moment, showed a heartache on his face, gritted his teeth and took out a peach wood card, there were words in his mouth, and a mouthful of blood sprayed on the wooden card, and his right hand pinched the magic trick sharply.

The wooden card suddenly began to tremble slightly, and the temperature around him seemed to drop a little.

"Hurry!" A yin wind rose out of thin air from the wooden sign, spinning and heading towards Zhao Junyu.

Don't die, no matter how strong you are, you still have to drink the master's footwashing water!

After doing all this, Mo Baojun breathed a sigh of relief, his face turned pale, and his breath paused a lot, obviously these few strange movements consumed his great physical energy.

An Ruolan and Aunt Luo sensed the danger and screamed one after another, this Mo Baojun has been chattering for the past few years, could it be that he is a delicacy?

Hey, Zhao Junyu shook his head and sighed.

What the hell!

Others can't see it, he can see this yin wind, in fact, it is the art of controlling ghosts, or a little ghost with a blurred face and the danger of collapse at any time.

It can be seen that this Mo Baojun's mana is poor, and he is the appearance of the first and second layers of qi refining, and he has worked hard to raise a lowest-level imp.

No wonder he just found out that this thing looked like he was lacking in qi and blood, it turned out that he spent so much of his own essence and blood to raise this little ghost?

Of course, although this little ghost is low-level, it is not something that ordinary mortals can deal with, even if the body is as strong as an ox mortal, once it is hit, it will be unconscious.

However, for Zhao Junyu, it's a joke.

During the Jindan period, in some small worlds of cultivation, he was even called an ancestor-level figure.

Before the little ghost got close, it was still a few feet away, and it suddenly stopped, and the little ghost in the yin wind trembled and let out an anthropomorphic scream.

Although it has not yet developed a sense of sanity, a primal instinctive fear has surrounded it.

"Back then, the ghost kings of the ghost clan killed no less than hundreds!" Zhao Junyu raised his hand lightly.

The little ghost immediately let out a terrible scream, and with a bang, it dissipated between heaven and earth in place, without a trace of breath.

Mo Baojun squirted another mouthful of blood, but it was not blood from his teeth, but blood from his body, and his heart was already seriously injured.

This little ghost he has fed with his own essence and blood for many years, and he has long been one with him, and the little ghost is destroyed, which is equivalent to taking half his life,

He fell to his knees, then fell face down on the ground, his heavy wheezing intermittently.

In the afterglow of his eyes, seeing Zhao Junyu walking slowly, Mo Baojun still had a hideous expression: "My uncle is coming here soon, if you know each other, leave immediately, what our Mo family can do has not happened!"

"Who is a Taoist friend with you Nimabi!" Zhao Junyu kicked his face into the mud.

has been in the ordinary world for a long time, and scolding and swearing is also very pleasant, Zhao Junyu has not scolded people for thousands of years in his previous life, there is no way to carry the burden of the immortal emperor, he wants the fairy wind and bones at every turn, even if he fights to the death, he must pay attention to his demeanor, and he is still happy in the mortal world!

was about to stomp a few more feet, but An Ruolan grabbed him and shook his arm gently.

An Ruolan couldn't bear to see Mo Baojun's miserable appearance, after all, Mo Baojun was brought back from the street as an apprentice by her father An Canghai when she was very young, and they grew up together.

Zhao Junyu glanced at her, and sighed in his heart, An Ruolan was scheming after all, and thought that Mo Baojun was just a villain.

In fact, all of this, including the An family's money being cheated, An's father being seriously ill, and ten of them are the ghosts of this guy.

However, soon the truth will be revealed, Zhao Junyu felt the surrounding breath, and had a rough guess in his heart.

kicked Mo Baojun to the corner of the courtyard, and was about to ask An Ruolan to take her to see An's father.

There was a loud noise, and I saw about a dozen middle-aged and elderly men and women dressed in different clothes stepping into the courtyard.

"Aunt Seven?"

"Fourth uncle?"

"Uncle Wang, why are you here?" An Ruolan was stunned for a moment and hurriedly greeted her.

"Ruolan, when will you pay back the money you borrowed from us? ”

"Over the years, you have borrowed a lot of money from us, and you have not been able to repay it for sure. ”

"That is, the villagers are all related to each other, but they can't always fail to pay back. A chubby middle-aged woman dissatisfied.

"Isn't this good to say that it will be returned together during the New Year?" An Ruolan and Aunt Luo looked confused.

"Can you survive the New Year by looking at your father?"

"What if your father dies and you run away?"

The crowd was gossiping.

An Ruolan was dumbfounded, looking at the faces of these so-called relatives, her heart was filled with deep sadness.

When the An family was wealthy, An Canghai helped these relatives in his hometown, repairing roads, digging canals, repairing water conservancy, and building some infrastructure in the village, almost all of which were paid by the family.

And every one of the people here has received great help from the An family to live a good life.

It's just that in recent years, he has been down, and he has to treat his father's illness, so he borrowed tens of thousands of yuan per household.

Since she met Zhao Junyu and decided to open an antique shop, she also has some confidence, and she said to these people that she would return it for the New Year this year.

It didn't take long for them to come to the door one by one to force debts.

"Ruolan, it's not that my aunt said you, you are not too young, your family is rich, it is all in the past, and now college students are not worth much, you are not the little princess who wanted what you wanted before, what else do you choose? I think Baojun is good, if you marry him, he will pay back the money for you, and we can rest assured." ”

"What are you hesitating about? Ruolan, look at it, what did Uncle say back then, Baojun is not an ordinary person at first glance, how about it? Now that feng shui is taking turns, people are developed, and your family is ruined, this is everyone's life. ”

"If you marry Baojun, you are with his family, our little arrears are nothing at all, what are you hesitating about? Your father is seriously ill now, and I am also your elder, uncle, I will make the decision for you, and Baojun will pick a good day." ”

An Ruolan trembled with anger, it turned out that she was waiting for her here, Mo Baojun had already shown a hideous face before, and combined with these villagers who came to the door as lobbyists, she finally understood that there was obviously a conspiracy here.

If An Ruolan hadn't known Zhao Junyu, she would still be the original simple civilian school flower, and it would really be possible to agree like this in a daze.

Zhao Junyu looked at all this coldly, An Ruolan was too simple, although this situation had a big impact on her now, it was also excellent to know the true face of these so-called seven aunts and eight aunts as soon as possible.

(Po Sing Shek Academy)