Surprise! Mrs. Xie is setting up a fortune-telling stall on a tricycle again

Master Mingjing jumped up, and his height was twice his usual height.

Jiang Cha glanced at the enhancement talismans on his limbs and asked, "Did you draw these talismans yourself or buy them?"

Master Mingjing: “I bought it.”

Jiang Cha dodged Fu Chen's attack with ease. His voice didn't even waver when he asked. The sense of relaxation on his body made people shudder. "In the same store as Fu Chen?"

Every attack by Master Mingjing missed, and he felt frustrated. On top of that, he also had to answer Jiang Cha's questions, which made him look even more like an incompetent waste.

He suspected that Jiang Cha was asking him questions deliberately to distract his attention, so he decided to ignore Jiang Cha's questions and not respond to anything Jiang Cha asked.

Jiang Cha asked again, but Master Mingjing remained silent.

Jiang Cha couldn't get an answer, so she simply stopped asking and started to fight back.

When the whisk swept towards her again, Jiang Cha did not retreat. She stood firmly, took out her military knife, twisted her wrist, injected a trace of spiritual power into the knife, and then swung the knife towards the whisk.

All the whisks broke into pieces and fell to the ground.

Master Mingjing's eyes were red with anger and he screamed, "Ah, my whisk."

This whisk costs two million yuan. Even if you have money, you can't buy it immediately. It takes half a year to make it. It's a high-quality magic weapon.

How could it be cut off by an ordinary knife?

Could it be that he didn’t answer the question in time and angered the other party?

Fuck.

Master Mingjing couldn't believe his eyes.

"You, who are you?" Master Mingjing looked at Jiang Cha in horror.

He knew that his whisk was not an ordinary magic weapon, and there were few sharp weapons in the world that could cut it. The military knife in Jiang Cha's hand was not a magical weapon either, but it could easily cut off his whisk, and cut it so neatly and thoroughly.

Jiang Cha shrugged, "I just advised you that this whisk is very beautiful and it would be a pity if it was broken, but since you didn't listen to me, I can't do anything about it."

Master Mingjing: ???

Did you say it? Did you say it? Did you really say it?

"And these talismans you drew are so bad." Jiang Cha took out a wolf-hair brush from his backpack, dipped it in cinnabar, approached Master Ming Jing, and quickly drew a few strokes on the talisman paper stuck on the master's leg. "Now try jumping again."

Master Mingjing didn't know why he listened to her. He felt like he was possessed by a ghost. After listening to Jiang Cha's words, he bent his knees and took a standard horse stance, then pushed off the ground and jumped up.

"Ah——" A long scream cut through the sky.

Master Mingjing's feet seemed to be loaded with springs. He jumped to a height of ten meters, passed over the high roof, and finally ricocheted onto the eaves next to Xiao Hei, half hanging between the rubble of the eaves.

"Help, help." Master Mingjing looked at the ground far away and his face turned pale with fear.

His body was still sliding down little by little.

"Master, Master, please wait, I'll go find a ladder." The only disciple brought by Master Mingjing ran very fast.

Xiao Hei narrowed one eye, secretly stretched out his tail, and slowly pried open Master Mingjing's fingers.

One stick, two sticks, three sticks...

Master Ming Jing, who was supported entirely by his hands, trembled and begged for mercy, "Please, please, don't, Great Immortal, Snake Immortal, please, don't pick your hands anymore, I, I can't hold on."

He kept begging Xiao Hei for mercy.

Xiao Hei grinned at him, approached him with a nasty expression, and continued to pry his entire palm.

“Ahhhh…” Master Mingjing’s body slid down quickly, and in the end only one hand was left clinging to the eaves. If it weren’t for the strengthening talisman paper on this hand, he would not be able to support his own weight. “Disciple, come and save me.”

"Bang!" A loud noise suddenly came from the side yard.

Jiang Cha glanced over there and said, "Xiao Hei." She called Xiao Hei back and rushed in that direction.

Song Yunchen also quickly followed.

As he walked over, Old Man Song glanced at him and said, "Song Yunchen, if you look back now, I can still forgive you."

Song Yunchen ignored him and prepared to walk over.

Old Man Song quickly grabbed his trouser leg, changed his attitude, and said quickly: "Don't you want to be in the Song family tree? If you help kill Jiang Cha, I will allow you to be in the family tree. She trusts you now. You take this gun and attack her from behind. As long as you succeed, you will be the vice president of the Song Group in the future."

Old Man Song felt that the bait he offered was big enough. An illegitimate child like Song Yunchen originally had no chance of being included in the Song family tree, but now he not only promised to enter the family tree, but also wanted to give him a position as vice president. This was a huge benefit.

If Song Yunchen was a little smart, he would know who to stand with now.

Song Yunchen looked at the gun that Old Man Song stuffed into his hand and sneered.

He took off the heavy black-rimmed glasses that he wore to disguise his cowardice and honesty, revealing his sharp eyes. His indifferent gaze fell on Old Man Song's face, "Do you think you still have a chance to negotiate with me now?"

Song Yunchen sneered and pressed the gun against the old man's injured forehead. "Old man, if it weren't for you, my parents wouldn't have been separated, and I wouldn't have become a bastard."

Old man Song was stabbed by the gun muzzle, and the bleeding on his forehead, which had finally stopped, began to bleed again. The blood fell and stained one of his eyes.

He stared at the blood-stained eye uncomfortably.

"Song Yunchen, your mother's status was not worthy of entering the Song family. If you want to blame someone, you can only blame your mother for her poor family background and for coveting things that did not belong to her. If she had known more about herself from the beginning and stayed away from Song Jinhe earlier, you would not have been born to suffer in the world. So the person you should blame is your useless mother. It was she who was selfish and wanted to marry into a wealthy family by virtue of her son's status. It was she who used you as a tool to marry into a wealthy family, and that's why she got pregnant with you before getting married. Child, you are innocent. You should blame her."

Song Yunchen was so angry that he laughed when he heard Old Man Song's PUA words.

"Old man, how much did you spend on the class? You have learned the PUA skills well, but it's a pity that you picked the wrong target for PUA." Song Yunchen sneered at Old Man Song and said, "Your skills are only good enough to control a loser like Song Yunlan."

Old Man Song looked at him gloomily, "Song Yunchen, don't forget, this is the old house of the Song family. All the ancestors of the Song family have lived here. Do you think they will stand by and watch outsiders harm their own descendants?"

Old Man Song suddenly laughed darkly and viciously, and said, "You are not in the Song family tree, but Yun Lan is different. He is the future of the Song family. Nothing can happen to him, and nothing will happen to him."

"Bang bang bang!" Loud noises continued to come from the side yard where Jiang Cha had just gone.

Song Yunchen's expression changed drastically after hearing what Old Man Song had just said. His heart tightened and he ran out quickly.

After running a few steps, I heard Old Man Song talking bad about Cricket Ginger Tea behind my back.

"Today is the day that this wild girl dies."

Song Yunchen stopped, turned around with a cold face, and shot old man Song in the calf.