[Quick Transmigration] Report: Host counterattack failed again!

Fang Lin nodded, and said, "Xiao Yang, you look good in such a dress, so I don't need to wear your Taoist robe in the future, it looks old."

"Okay." Qi Yu smiled, the phone rang suddenly, it was the taxi driver calling him.

"Brother Fang, I'm leaving first, the car is here." Qi Yu said, and went downstairs.

"Sorry to keep you waiting." Qi Yu opened the car door and got into the co-pilot.

Because the driver was made to wait for a while, the driver became a little angry, and his tone was not very good: "Fasten your seat belt."

Qi Xuan's family lives in the villa area, which is quite far from Qi Yu's location.

Qi Yu played with his mobile phone for a while, but felt that there was nothing interesting, so he fell asleep for a while.

……

"Don't make trouble." Qi Yu frowned slightly, waved his hand in the air, and was suddenly grasped.

Qi Yu opened his eyes abruptly, and what came into view was the driver's head like a marinated egg.

The master driver looked at him wretchedly, and Qi Yu pulled his hand back fiercely, "What are you doing?"

The driver looked at Qi Yu, and laughed wretchedly: "Nothing, I see that you look good, and I want to communicate with you."

Qi Yu: "..." Is this a pervert?

"I'm a man!" Qi Yu didn't even need to think about it, this corned egghead actually wanted to fuck himself.

Dog thing, dead pervert!

I don't know where this corned egg head drove the car. There is a forest around, and there is no one.

It's evening now, and it's getting dark.

I don't know if it's troublesome to kill people here?

Qi Yu felt disgusted looking at this braised egg head, and looked at himself with that wretched look.

"Hehehe, I just like men." Lu Dantou said, then stretched out his rough and dull hand to touch Qi Yu's face.

Oh sun!This pervert!

"Boom."

"what!"

Ludantou's hand was severely hurt, and he saw a small short stick in Qi Yu's hand at some point.

#淘气: You are the little short stick, your whole family is a little short stick, I am the flute, do you understand the flute? #

#淘气Mojiaxi, there is no inner drama for you here. #

"Little braised egg, you're disgusting to me, I'm going to beat you to death today." Qi Yu said angrily, pointing at Ludan's head with Luanchen.

Ludan's head was hurt by Qi Yu's beating, he was a little unhappy, took out a switchblade from his pocket, and said viciously: "Do you think it's your little stick that is stronger, or my switchblade is stronger."

#淘气: I am not a short stick! ! #

#Director, Luanchen always adds drama. #

Qi Yu was about to clean up the braised egg head when he heard the system say.

[Host, someone... oh no, there is a ghost coming. 】

"ghost?"

【Yes, Ghost King Futing. 】

As soon as the system's voice fell, a gust of cold wind blew.

The stewed egg head trembled, and goose bumps arose.

"Little braised egg, you're done."

Qi Yu gloated and smiled. In the original plot, although Fu Ting was the ghost king, he had the setting of the Holy Mother. He often eradicated the rat shit in the society, and even sacrificed himself to save Liang Youyou.

"It's you who's the one who's finished." The braised egg smiled wretchedly, and was about to pounce on Qi Yu.

All of a sudden, the corned egg head flew backwards, and his ass fell and blossomed.Qi Yu took the opportunity to get out of the car door and looked at Fu Ting who was standing not far away.

Fu Ting was wrapped in a black windbreaker, with a mask on his face, so he couldn't see clearly, but his obsidian-like eyes were extremely beautiful.

Fu Ting felt Qi Yu's gaze and looked over.

The four eyes met, Qi Yu didn't hide it, and there was a smile in his eyes.