Qingyang Daochang comforted himself, but he didn't know that this was also a kind of psychology of autosuggestion.

Changdong's appearance is very embarrassed, it can be said that he is miserable, and the front of his clothes is full of blood, which makes people think of bad luck.

Isn't it, yesterday it was fine, and today it is like this.

But this is his own apprentice, although he still has some doubts in his heart, but he must solve it quickly at this time.

At this moment, Changdong screamed.

Everyone was startled, and only heard a panicked voice: "Yes...... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I ...... It's so slippery on the ground......"

A servant came out of the kitchen, carrying a tray of tea, and the result was all contributed to Changdong.

It was also Changdong's bad luck, he didn't stand under the lamp, for fear of waiting for the lamp to fall; Don't stand by the window, afraid that the glass will break; Don't stand at the table for fear of being hit by something; I chose an open position, with nothing above my head, and nothing to reach on the left and right.

Standing behind Daoist Qingyang, he only needed to pay attention to his surroundings.

As a result, the moment he turned his head, he was burned!

A tray of tea was poured on him, as if it had been poured specifically at him, rather than as if it had been accidentally spilled.

After all, the tea fell directly from his head.

The servant was a forty-year-old aunt, and she was not very tall, so she couldn't fall on his head anyway.

Moreover, Daoist Qingyang is fine at all.

The few people standing beside Changdong were all fine.

If he is alone, isn't he an evil sect?

"What's going on? Changdong, are you alright? Let's go, hurry to the hospital. "Daoist Qingyang was startled and didn't bother to ask, in case it was hot, it would be really troublesome.

"No, no, Master." Changdong endured his anger and said, "Mu Danzhu, you are happy to see me like this now." ”

"I'm really happy, after all, there are many ugly people like you who make a lot of trouble, add jokes, and have a lot of taste in life." Mu Danzhu smiled lightly, and Changdong was even more angry.

"So...... Are you really possessed by bad luck? That's not good, your bad luck will be going to be a few days, and when the symptoms get milder and milder, it will slowly dissipate, so what are you doing with my fiancée? Jun Mo said with a slight squint as he protected Mu Danzhu.

"Ahem...... This, something happened to the little Taoist priest in Changdong, and he suspected that Mu Tianshi had done something to him, so he wanted to ask Mu Tianshi face to face, and then said to Qingyang Daoist: "Daoist look at this matter...... Mu Tianshi doesn't seem to have touched the little Taoist priest of Changdong, is this a misunderstanding? Or should I see my GP first? ”

"No need, she did it, if she didn't do it, I would have kicked your head as a ball!" Changdong's face was gloomy, and he was clutching his chest at this time.

"Your head isn't worth much, besides...... You say I hurt you, but what about the evidence? Don't you think I'm a fool? How? Do you think I have the means again? Besides, you're coming to me now because you think your master's magic can't compare to mine? So you can still come to me for help? Mu Danzhu snorted lightly and raised her eyebrows.

"Presumptuous, you actually insulted my master?" Changdong was even more ruthless, but he didn't dare to step forward, he was kicked by Jun Mo, and now it is still hurting, but he doesn't dare to step forward again, in case he is kicked, it is estimated that the new injury has not healed and the old injury has been added.