Meow, there are ghosts haunting

The footsteps came from far to near, and I saw a young Taoist priest in a dark blue Taoist robe with a bun on his head running into the small shop with a spotted mouse in his hand.

Behind him was a man in a well-fitting suit who ran all the way, somewhat out of breath.

Squeak, squeak—the spotted rat twitched its pointed nose and let out an excited cry.

"Here, a spiritual thing, a 500-year-old spiritual tea tree... Huh?" The excited young Taoist raised his eyes to see Ji Chengzhi who was holding a flowerpot, and was stunned. You little brat dares to desecrate spiritual things in broad daylight..."

Ji Chengzhi originally thought this eccentric little Taoist priest holding a spirit mouse was quite interesting, but he didn't expect the other party to see him, and immediately reprimanded him sharply, calling him a little ghost, falsely accusing him of defilement of spiritual things! !

With a gloomy expression, Ji Chengzhi suppressed the warm smile on his face, raised his hand and slapped the Taoist priest in the air.

The piebald rat screamed in terror, almost urinating in fright. The young Taoist felt an invisible force coming towards him, and he immediately summoned his mana to resist.

"Ah..." The Taoist didn't expect Ji Chengzhi's slap in the air to be so powerful, so he directly broke his body protection technique and slapped him away.

"It's a pity that you are still a cultivator, and you slander others, have you rinsed your mouth with toilet water!!" Ji Chengzhi said that he was not at a disadvantage.

"Cousin..." The man in the suit looked very bad when he saw the young Taoist priest being sent flying.

You must know that his cousin is a rare person with wisdom roots. He was favored by the elders of the True Immortal Sect and worshiped under the sect of the True Immortal Sect. The family plans to invite an enshrinement from the True Immortal Sect. When the time comes, they will have to ask this cousin It's a bridge.

"Who are you, you dare to attack the disciples of the True Immortal Sect in the imperial capital!!"

"True Immortal School?" Ji Chengzhi raised his eyebrows.

Hell has a long-term and stable cooperative relationship with the General Bureau of Yangjian Masters, and he is also familiar with disciples of several sects, such as Quanzhen, Zhengyi, Chunyang... Those sorcerers are very good to the ghosts in their underworld. Sometimes they invite ghosts and spirits to pass by them.

But Ji Chengzhi hadn't heard of the True Immortal School, and this Maotou Xiaodao... had a bit of disgust in his eyes.

He also didn't want to talk nonsense with this kind of strange guy, thinking this way, Ji Chengzhi didn't care about the man in the suit, he hugged the spirit object with one hand, and Mu Ziyu's strong waist with the other, and was about to go out.

"Don't go, leave the spirit thing behind, or I'll do justice for the heavens today and kill you little brat!" Seeing that Ji Chengzhi and Mu Ziyu were about to leave, the young Taoist priest was furious, got up from the ground, and pulled out a fistful. A mahogany sword blocked their way.

He found this spiritual tea tree with great difficulty by relying on the spirit mouse. As long as he brings this spiritual tea tree back to his master, he may be promoted to become an inner disciple of the True Immortal Sect... such a good opportunity, he will never will give up.

The way to go was blocked, and because they made too much noise, they attracted many people to watch, Ji Chengzhi frowned, his dark pupils shrank slightly, and he could vaguely see the middle of the pupils standing up slowly

Originally, he didn't want to care about it, but he couldn't bear the other party's initiative to block the way and beg for a beating.

Ji Chengzhi stuffed the flower pot he was holding into Mu Ziyu's hand, rolled up his sleeves, "wait obediently, I'll be back soon." Speaking of fighting, he has never been afraid of anyone, a little Taoist... hmph !

"you……"

When Mu Ziyu was about to speak, Ji Chengzhi's figure flashed, and he had already appeared in front of the little Taoist priest. The little Taoist priest was startled and waved the mahogany sword in his hand carelessly.

"Crackling" sawdust flying, "cracking" pieces of cloth were torn and flying, "Ah..." The crowd watching all around burst into exclamations and screams, and the one who screamed the loudest was the little Taoist priest, whose Taoist robe was torn. It was in tatters, and was slapped flying by Ji Cheng's palm.

At this moment, someone suddenly flew out from the crowd, supported the flying little Taoist priest, and said humanely, "Who is fighting here?"

This is an old Taoist priest with a square face, an upright face, gray hair, a goat beard, and a gray Taoist robe.

Ji Chengzhi pursed his lips, and the corners of his mouth were bent downwards, this never ends, this is a young one, and another old one.

At this time, a few more people pushed through the crowd and walked in. The one walking in the front was a handsome young man in an orange hoodie. Behind him were several policemen. It was obvious that someone had called the police.

"Master Zhang, you..." The young man was about to say something when he raised his head and met Ji Chengzhi's eyes, then changed his words and said, "Why are you here?"

"Why are you here?" The corners of Ji Chengxia's mouth curled into a line. The old Taoist and this cat belonged together, so it should have nothing to do with that little Taoist priest who doesn't have eyes.

"This is under my jurisdiction, why do you say I am here?"

"Oh, I'm here to buy something, and this guy wants to grab it by force." Ji Chengzhi glared at the little Taoist priest who was held by the old Taoist priest with his eyes open, and complained to his colleagues without hesitation, saying: "Since this is your territory, then this I'll leave the matter to you, Fatty, the organization trusts you, Ziyu, let's go." Saying that, he pulled Mu Ziyu and was about to run.

"Who is Fatty, Cat Fourteen, stop for me..." Jiang Jusi was so angry that his handsome face flushed.

"Sir, can you show the old man the potted plant in your hand?"

"No, I won't give it, I won't sell it." Ji Chengzhi was really afraid of these people. Now that the spiritual energy has leaked out, staying here will only attract more people like this, so Ji Chengzhi came up with a plan to cut off these people. The way people thought about it, said: "This is a token of love that my boyfriend bought for me, mine, mine, mine!!" Say important things three times, and see who dares to stop him.

Old Taoist: ...

Jiang Jusi rolled his eyes: ... This disgraceful guy, he will lose all the face of the underworld ghost messenger.

The people around looked at the tree that Mu Ziyu hugged had lost all its leaves, leaving only the dead tree with forks. This token of love is really... shabby.

But Mu Ziyu held back his smile, and didn't care about looking at him from all around.

Finally, Ji Chengzhi managed to escape with Mu Ziyu under the stupefied crowd.

The old Taoist sighed softly, and said: "Spiritual things have spirits, and those who are destined can get them..."

"Hey, why did that person look like Mu Qibao from 'Baolaixuan' just now!?"

"It seems to be Mu Qibao..."

"So something that makes Mu Qibao fancy, that's a treasure!"

There was discussion among the crowd.

As a result, the threshold of "Baolaixuan" was almost stepped down suddenly, but these were no longer related to Mu Ziyu and Ji Chengzhi's business, they had already boarded the car and were about to leave the imperial capital.

"Ah, by the way, what does 'Mu Qibao' mean." In the passenger seat, Ji Chengzhi turned back into a black cat, and was lying on the seat belted companion, sniffing the faint smell of the dead tree. Aura.

His ears are so good, even though he ran fast just now, he still "captured" the three words "Mu Qibao", as if those people called him Mu Ziyu.

Turning the steering wheel, Mu Ziyu explained to the cat that it turns out that a treasure identification conference will be held every three years in Antique Street, gathering all the stalls in Antique Street, collecting 15 objects, and distinguishing the treasures inside within [-] minutes true or false,

Among the 7 items, only seven are authentic. When Mu Ziyu just came to the Antique Street of the Imperial Capital, he participated in the treasure identification meeting. He was the first among the [-] items to successfully identify in [-] minutes. The person who produced seven genuine products.

Therefore, people in Antique Street gave him a nickname: Mu Qibao.

"Mu Qibao, Cat Fourteen..." Ji Chengzhi flicked his tail, and said, "...We really are made for each other."

Cheerful, very happy.

Mu Ziyu looked at his joy, his eyes showed deep love, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

"Yes..." We are a match made in heaven.

It's just that Ji Chengzhi seems to like the nickname "Mu Qibao" very much, and from time to time, "Qibao" slips out of his mouth, and he calls it so sweetly that his eyes light up.

In the end, Mu Ziyu had no choice but to do what he wanted, calling him "Fourteen", and after shouting, the two kissed together.

Everyone in the Ming Bone Hall knew that their boss had gone to the imperial capital and brought back a very handsome boy friend. His bright smile really fascinated a group of waitresses.

"It's no wonder that so many beauties have failed in their pursuit of the boss." Zhen Lan, the only former female manager of Ming Gu Tang, sighed softly.

Thinking back to when she first entered Minggutang and was still a fledgling rookie, she was also obsessed with the handsome appearance of the boss, and felt that those male stars who looked like peacocks were not even a hair of their boss.

Later she found out that the handsome boss is actually a cold and cold master who can only be seen from a distance. She returned after being disappointed, but now she is still very fascinated by the boss's prosperous and handsome face, so she can't get close. Let's take a look at the head office!

"It turns out that the boss likes handsome little brothers..." Yu Xiaoju, the waitress by the counter, held her face in her hands and stared at her.

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"Hey, that's not right, there are also men chasing the boss!" Wang Dongmei, a waitress not far away, whispered.

Then everyone remembered, yes, not only all kinds of beauties are chasing the boss, but also some men with extraordinary identities.

"And... there are foreign ones. It's almost July, and the enthusiastic and gentlemanly Mr. Michael is coming again..." the waitress Zhou Zizhu stared.

The few beauties who were discussing the "boss" didn't know that behind the screen separating the front hall, there was a group of black cats there, with sharp eyes and small paws grinding the floor.

So many people chased after his Seven Treasures...

Squint your eyes and think about Mu Ziyu's face, that temperament, that character, and the tenderness and consideration for him, such a nice person... Now it's his.

Thinking of this, she put her paws away, and Sa Huan'er ran back to the backyard. When she entered the room, she saw Mu Ziyu concentrating on doing something at the table. Seeing him running in, she smiled softly.

"You came just in time, I cut clothes for you, come here and try to see if it fits..."

Looking at the man who smiled softly at him, Ji Chengzhi felt the kitten in his heart beating happily again.

Bang bang bang— bang bang bang...