The villain is whitewashed: I don’t want to be a villain even if I am killed

He is more upset than anyone else at the moment, the big apprentice who has never been favored by him, if he has the support of Lord Fengcheng, he will probably get his tail up to the sky.

Even those who are masters may be ridden on his head by him.

This is absolutely not allowed by him.

"I can't see that villain's success." Wu Di was the least angry, "We should let Lord Feng know who Lin Bufan is, so that he won't be deceived."

"It's true, who knows what outrageous things Lin Bufan will do in front of the city lord, our Mi Tianzong's reputation cannot be ruined by him."

Another person followed suit.

"He won't directly benefit from the city master!"

"It's hard to tell."

Most of the people who came to participate in the ceremony still had the impression of Lin Bufan in the past.

Even if the reputation is better, it is only superficial.

Even if some people's impression of Lin Bufan has changed, it's hard to speak up for him.

After all, most of the people present were attracted by the wealth of Lord Feng.

We all know that he is about to ascend, and his wealth will be distributed. If there is a chance to ask for some benefits, it is hard to tell that they will ask for it with a straight face.

At this moment, some people are already guessing that Lin Bufan received the treasures softly.

But he never thought that at this moment, Lin Bufan was almost annoyed to death by that insanity.

"Brother, as long as you listen to me from now on, treat me as your own elder brother, and live in the City Lord's Mansion well, all my wealth is yours, how about it?"

Feng Xiyue continued her efforts and used even greater temptation to hit him.

Its purpose is only one, just want to be with Lao Hei every day.

"No, I'm not interested in your wealth, and I won't be rewarded for nothing." Lin Bufan was still paralyzed.

Has this person practiced immortality for more than 1 years and his brain has been damaged?

For the whole half hour, the two of them focused on wealth, as if they were afraid that Lin Bufan would not know that he was rich.

Every now and then, as long as you promise me something, I will leave all my wealth to you, and so on.

If you want to give it, just give it directly!Oh shit.

After chatting for so long, I couldn't even take a sip of tea!

What's the use of chattering?

Such a person can live to this day, and he has also practiced Mahayana. If it is not because of his luck, he is too good at disguising. The city lord he sees now may not be his real side.

As soon as Lin Bufan finished speaking, Feng Xiyue laughed nervously again.

"Oh! Haha! Brother, how can you be exactly the same as me? Me too, never put wealth in my eyes, hahaha!

I said this just to test you, to see if you, like those greedy villains, always think about this little property of this deity. "

Lin Bufan: I'll go, this guy is really crazy.

Try it out!
He has always known that there is no free lunch in the world. Although he loves money very much, he will not naively think that if he recognizes his brother, his money is his.

And the old cat was fighting with more than a dozen black cats with an absolute advantage, and the meowing of the cats almost broke people's eardrums.

"Meow meow!" Where did this old thing come from as a counterfeit, it definitely can't be an authentic black charcoal civet.

"Meow meow meow!" I am a magic cat, you are the counterfeit.

Lao Hei rolled his eyes and looked down upon them arrogantly.

"Meow meow!" What kind of cat is a god cat? I have only heard of demon cats, civet cats, domestic cats, and wild cats, but I have never heard of god cats.

"Meow meow!" They are all frogs in a well, hey!We are not cats of one world.

The old cat originally planned to get in touch with these black cats that looked a lot like it, but after chatting, he realized that the words were not speculative.

Then jumped into Lin Bufan's arms: "Can I go? I don't want to stay here any longer."

"You can go." Lin Bufan jumped up quickly, as if his ass was burned by fire.

Then he apologized to Feng Xiyue, "Old Hei wants to leave, let's see you another day."

Feng Xiyue had a bitter face.

"There is always a banquet in the world. Forget about me from now on! Fly to the fairy world and live a good life." Old Hei glared at him.

"But, but, I can't forget you, what should I do? Grandpa Cat, what should I do? How can I forget you?"

As we talked, tears came down again, as if we were going to cry again.

"Heh!" Even the old cat wanted to give him a blank stare.

After omitting a few thousand words, I was able to get away at last.

When they left the city lord's mansion, each person and cat had expressions of lingering fear, for fear that the nagging god and mental illness would call them back.

On the morning of the second day, the Yicheng Fa Conference kicked off grandly, and then the whole morning was filled with entertainment, singing, dancing, and even a double waltz and hip-hop!

puff.
Seeing such a performance, Lin Bufan was really stunned.

This, this, is it possible that there are still traversers in Yi City?Who is it?Who is the time traveler?
The Santo, or someone else?

Lin Bufan looked uncomfortably in the direction where Feng Xiyue was sitting.

But he found that he was looking in the direction of the stage with a cold face, but his attention was not on those fancy shows.

Today, he is dressed in spotless white clothes, his exquisite facial features are cold and dusty, and there is an unattainable temperament between his brows, which finally matches his status as a Mahayana quasi-immortal.

This type of city lord can tell at a glance that he is a domineering, cool and handsome domineering president, but yesterday's type seems to be a neuropathy with neurological problems.

Just as Lin Bufan looked over at him, he also looked over here.

But those eyes, like looking at a stranger, even had a cold and stern look, and after a few breaths, they each retracted their gaze.

"Old Hei, the owner of this city must have been taken away!" Lin Bufan communicated with Old Hei with his thoughts.

"It's not that he was taken away." Lao Hei's tone was flat, "His personality has many faces, and this deity just couldn't bear his uncertainties, so he left quietly."

"Multifaceted, how many sides are there?" Lin Bufan was dumbfounded. In modern society, this kind of situation should be called split personality.

But in the world of cultivating immortals, it can be understood that there are multiple souls living in his body.

"Well, I haven't counted them yet, maybe seven or eight! The one we met yesterday is the best one to get along with, and also the weakest."

"The nagging one yesterday is the best one to get along with! Old Hei, I feel a little sympathetic to you. How did you get along happily with him for thousands of years?"

"When I got along with him, the first few decades were pretty happy, but the later days were not so happy, but you can rest assured that it is impossible for him to hurt you and me."

"Oh! Alright! With your words, I feel relieved."

For Feng Xiyue will eventually become the world's richest man, Lin Bufan now understands a little bit.

Three cobblers make one Zhuge Liang, not to mention seven or eight souls living in his body!