"Uncle, I'm cultivating here, wait for the quick departure, otherwise, don't blame me for being welcome!" When the middle-aged man saw that no one spoke, he immediately reported to his home, feeling that if he said this, people who knew him would always be a little jealous.

Qian Tong is not a good person, he is a casual cultivator, simply put, he is a person who will not compromise his means as long as he can cultivate.

His body is covered with sins, he is the kind of person who cannot enter reincarnation, that is, in this life, if he dies, he is prepared well in life, and after death, he continues to cultivate ghosts, and lives until he is beaten to death.

There will be no reincarnation, and there will be no reincarnation, and obviously he knows it, so he will do whatever he wants.

Life is short for decades, how to be happy!

Moreover, Qian Tong is completely scum in their feng shui world, not even Sven, at most an old man, and notorious, shameless, and not hidden.

To say it well is to say it badly, and it is not concealed at all, so that you will be wary if you know.

It's like a rat in a stinky ditch.

He is different from Zhuo Yuan, who is at least an upright celestial master on the surface, and he will also worry about karma.

But Qian Tong is different, he is not worried at all, everything he does indicates that he does not care about reincarnation or karma at all!

Moreover, because of his cruel methods, few people will make enemies against him.

After all, you are not sure when the other party will give you a blow, and his ability is not small, so he can only avoid the wind for the time being.

People like them would rather face a mighty lion than a mad dog!

After all, some powerful lions are arrogant, and they will never sneak attack, and they will have secret hands and the like.

Mad dogs are different, after all, crazy people, different words!

"Oh? How are you going to be rude to me? Mu Danzhu chuckled, and before he could show his figure, a voice like a yellow oriole floating in the empty workshop floated in the empty workshop, bringing echoes one after another.

Ordinary people will think that this sound is really good, but in the ears of metaphysical people, it is not so beautiful.

Mu Danzhu's voice has a momentum, although it sounds particularly beautiful, but it makes people's ears torture, as if someone has poked the eardrum with a needle.

It was just a sound that made Qian Tong feel a pain in his ears, and he felt a stream of scarlet blood flowing out of his ears.

Qian Tong suddenly felt bad, nodded twice on his head, stopped the bleeding ears, and then quickly took out something from his arms and threw it at the sound, then turned around and fled!

It's just that I'm thinking about running away now, isn't it too late?

Although it was too late to escape at the beginning, how could this kind of afterthought make Mu Danzhu feel a little ironic?

What Qian Tong threw out was a pungent and misleading smoke bomb.

This is for metaphysical people, and after being thrown out and volatilized in the air, a gas will be produced, which will quickly destroy the senses of metaphysical people, so that they are dizzy and have no time to react, so this is the best time to escape.

But after throwing it out, I couldn't run away, so I was all enjoyed by Qian Tong himself.

Qian Tong regretted not falling, as if his feet were sticky, and he couldn't lift his feet at all.

He felt a chill in his heart, he couldn't move before he saw anyone, wouldn't it be his death today?

Mu Danzhu slowly showed her figure, and Mu Danzhu, dressed in modern clothes, appeared in Qian Tong's eyes.