Quick Travel: Love will only affect the speed at which I draw my sword

Zhang Luojia drove all the way back to his villa, and Feng Yi was already at home.

"Honey, are you back?" Feng Yi stepped forward and thoughtfully took her backpack and pulled her to sit on the sofa. "Where's Xiaobao, why aren't you back?" We had just met each other in the morning, why did we just meet each other in just one day? I feel like Zhang Luojia has become much prettier. Is it an illusion?

"Xiaobao said she wanted to stay at grandma's house, so I left her with my mother for a few days." Zhang Luojia avoided physical contact with him and went straight to the second floor to wash up.

Feng Yi's eyes flickered when he saw her back, then he caught up with her and said in an ambiguous tone: "Honey, we haven't been together for a long time. It just so happens that Xiaobao is not at home today. We..."

Zhang Luojia suddenly stopped and turned around, looked at him expressionlessly, and suddenly smiled: "Okay, wait for me to wash up, you wait for me on the bed." After saying that, he went to the bathroom, and soon there was The sound of rushing water.

Feng Yi was a little excited, thinking about her smile and charming figure just now, and his blood started to surge, and he hurried to another bathroom to take a combat bath.

Zhang Luojia turned on the shower and made a noise. With his clairvoyance, he saw Feng Yihou hurriedly walked out of the door, took out the bad luck charm he had just drawn today and smiled. The power of this thing was clearly reflected on Cao Xuedong at that time, and she didn't believe that Feng Yi could resist this thing. If her fortune declines and everything goes wrong, she believes that Feng Yi will definitely go find the mysterious man in black robe.

Across the room, he saw Feng Yi coming out, and Zhang Luojia also walked out. Just when Feng Yi was about to step forward and hug her on the bed, Zhang Luojia apologized: "My aunt is here, you should go back to sleep today."

Feng Yi came here in good spirits but returned disappointed. He held back his dissatisfaction and said: "I remember that your menstrual period is not at this time. If you feel unwell, go and check in advance." Zhang Luojia prevaricates a few more words, and the moment he turns around, he punches the bad luck charm. Go up. Feng Yi suddenly trembled, looked around doubtfully, then closed the door and walked out.

There was no one in the room, so Zhang Luojia sat cross-legged and began to practice the Heart Sutra. Feng Yi, who quickly fell asleep in the other bedroom, seemed to be trapped in a nightmare, and his expression gradually became panicked and panicked.

in a dream.

"Brother Yi, don't you know? The second-generation ancestor of the Liu family hired a third-tier artist outside a while ago and let his wife know about it. His wife is also very capable and didn't show her face at all. She hired him privately. A great master tried to change the fate of a small artist, but within a few days he withdrew from the industry because of constant negative information. This is a very evil thing."

Feng Yi's heart moved: "What master, are you really so evil?"

The man shouted: "But! Our business is doing well. Everyone in the family believes this. I don't know where Liu Er's wife found this capable person. If we can get on the line and change the shipment, right? We can also make a fortune."

Feng Yi kept this matter in his heart, and after a lot of effort, he finally contacted the so-called master.

In a gloomy room, there are many ghost statues with snarling teeth and claws all around, which looks eerie and terrifying. Kneeling on the futon among them was a man in black, wearing a long robe. His whole body was wrapped tightly in a black robe, and not a single hair was exposed. Feng Yi carefully nodded to him and said hello, and then asked: "Master, I heard that you have extraordinary abilities, so I came here because of your reputation. I want to ask you for something."

The man in black robe respectfully placed his incense stick in front of the largest ghost statue in the middle, then turned around and looked at him quietly. Feng Yi was nervous and sweating slightly on his forehead, waiting for the man in black robe to speak.

"If it were anyone else, I wouldn't take action, but you can, first tell me what you want." The man in black robe's voice was hoarse and extremely unpleasant, but Feng Yi's eyes lit up and he hurriedly explained his purpose: "Master, I want to ask for something. You, I...I want you to help me, transport someone's body and replace it with me."

The man in black robe seemed to smile: "Borrowing your luck, this is a trivial matter to me, but I'm not helping you in vain. Are you willing to give up what I want?"

Feng Yi was overjoyed: "Anything I have, including gold, silver, jewelry, real estate checks, can be dedicated to the master."

The man in black robe laughed out loud: "I don't pay attention to these things. I also know the fate of the person you want to change. Before you came, I knew you would come. What I want is not ordinary. This thing is your daughter’s life.”

Feng Yi was shocked and speechless for a moment. The hoarse voice of the man in black robe was a little bewildering: "What's your daughter? I didn't want your son's life. Don't you think so, Mr. Feng?"

"You...how do you know I have a son!" Feng Yi broke into a cold sweat. While this matter was being hidden, the little secretary next to him got together after a social gathering with him. The beauty was soft, fragrant, and pitiful. She was completely different from the strong Zhang Luojia. He fell into the little secretary's soft nest step by step. Unable to pull out the leg, their son was just born at the beginning of this year.

He knew that Zhang Luojia would definitely find out after a long time. He did not expect that Zhang Luojia would become suspicious of him so early. He accidentally overheard the call between Zhang Luojia and the private detective. The Zhang family's business is bigger than theirs. If Zhang Luojia really learns the truth from the private detective, then he will be finished, and the Feng family will be finished too! Just when I was panicking, I happened to hear about the existence of this master, so I came to the door eagerly.

The man in black robe Jie Jie smiled strangely: "Is there anything I don't know? I'm not afraid to tell you that you are destined to have only one son. If your wife knows about this, your entire Feng family will probably fall, and you won't be able to keep the child." Live. Isn’t the person you want to borrow luck from someone close to you? How can you borrow luck? Do you want to borrow a little or all of it? I will only help you once, and there will be no second chance. Well, a daughter or a son is a good choice for you, right?"

Feng Yi's face was uncertain, and his mind was turning over and over again. Zhang Luojia has long said that Xiaobao is enough, and he will definitely not give him another child. Moreover, he has always been fawning over the Zhang family, but there are no complaints in his heart. He also thinks of the charming little secretary and cute and smart son in the golden house. Gritting his teeth hard, he already had a decision in his mind.

"If you want to borrow it, then borrow it all. I gave Xiaobao life, and she deserves to die for me. Everything depends on the master's instructions."

The man in black robe seemed to know that he would definitely make this choice, and handed him two yellow talismans from his pocket, "If you borrow all the luck, the person being borrowed will die in an accident, but this is what you want to see. . From now on, all her good luck will be attached to you. You should take these two and keep them close to you. I will contact you when the time comes."

Feng Yi's eyes were red, and he took the two talismans while gasping for breath. When he looked up again, the man in black robe was gone. Feng Yi shouted: "Master, master, where are you?"

There were only a few candlelights flickering faintly in the dark room. The weak candlelight reflected the snarling ghost figures around them as if they were coming to life. Goosebumps appeared all over Feng Yi's body. He turned around and rushed toward the door, only to find that The door was closed tightly, and there seemed to be many people whispering behind it. Feng Yi quickly turned around and looked, his back pressed tightly against the door.

He said with a trembling voice: "Who? Master? Is it you."

The eyes of the ghost statue seemed to light up. Feng Yi hurriedly rubbed his eyes and looked again. He was extremely frightened and said, "Master, stop joking. I have something else to do."

As soon as he finished speaking, all the ghost statues slowly turned their heads and looked at him with a sinister smile.

"what--"

Feng Yi sat up from the bed dripping with cold sweat, panting heavily, and slowly softened his body while looking at the familiar environment around him.

Fortunately it was a dream.