Mysterious Resurrection: My Pasty Paper Man Can Catch Tricks

"Didn't the boss tell me to do this?"

When Chen Li heard this, he almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

Where does he mean that.

"Who told you what I mean, I actually want to ask you, will it affect you without that knife?"

Chen Li wanted to cry but had no tears.

"If there is an impact, there is, but not too much."

Granny Meng said the truth.

But in the next second, she realized that Chen Li had handed over the crafty knife on purpose.

Immediately, her mouth narrowed, tears flashed in her eyes, and she said weakly:

"Boss, don't you want me to hand over this knife?"

God knows how a paper doll can cry.

But when Chen Li saw Granny Meng's pear blossoms and rain, he was still shocked.

He couldn't believe it, this was really something he pasted up piece by piece of paper?

I'm afraid it's not a mistake.

This is no paper figurine, it is simply her long-lost daughter.

Chen Li felt extremely distressed, and hurriedly coaxed:

"How is it possible, we don't hand over the knife, even if the boss dies, I won't hand it over."

Once Granny Meng stopped her tears, she pouted her small mouth and said in a low voice:

"If the boss will die if you don't hand in the knife, then let's hand it in."

Hearing this, Chen Li laohuai comforted him.

Not to mention, Granny Meng really looks more and more like a girl.

For a moment, Chen Li couldn't help feeling ashamed of himself for thinking of letting Granny Meng warm her bed.

At this time, Shen Taiping suddenly said:

"I said that the two of you are almost ready, let's put the rest aside first, let's talk about how to solve the problem in the underworld."

For the underworld, Shen Taiping can be said to hate it to the bone.

If it wasn't for them, his master would have lived for at least ten more years.

The cunning methods he can learn are not limited to using talismans and opening altars.

If it is said that Yan Luodian hates the underworld the most, it must be him.

However, Shen Taiping knew it himself.

Not to mention letting the underworld fall apart, even causing them trouble is not easy.

For so many years, he racked his brains, but he could barely kill a few treacherous people.

Now, it's hard to rely on Chen Li, the big tree.

He also thought about begging Chen Li when Chen Li's army of paper figurines reached a certain size.

Ask Chen Li to avenge him.

Unexpectedly, after only a few days in the gang, he was confronted with the underworld.

Now the store is full of money, and there are not even fifty paper figurines.

How can he have the ability to be tough with the underworld.

Chen Li looked up at Shen Taiping, thought for a while, and said:

"There is only one way now."

"any solution?"

Shen Taiping lifted his spirits and pricked up his ears.

Looking forward to Chen Li's trump card.

Seeing Chen Li straighten his face, he sat up and spit out a word from his mouth: "Hide!"

"hide?"

Shen Taiping's face immediately collapsed.

Why hide again.

He has been hiding enough in the past few decades.

Unexpectedly, after finding a thigh, they still had to hide.

The difference between imagination and reality is too far.

Seeing Shen Taiping's appearance, Chen Li could probably guess what he was thinking.

Can't help but say:

"What else can I do if I don't hide, how about returning the things?"

Then again, the ink thread gold box is really tasteless to Chen Li.

If returning the things can resolve the crisis, it would be a good deal.

Shen Taiping couldn't help sighing, listlessly said:

"Do you think we'll be fine if we go back?"

"Ordinary people can take this thing and die."

"They saw that not only did we not die after taking the things, but they also took the initiative to return them. They must be suspicious."

"After a little investigation, we can't reveal the truth?"

"At that time, there will still be a fight."