Inheriting sky-high priced antique shops

The two parties took a step back, put away their complaints, and repaired the relationship and shook hands to make peace.

Yang Ping'an and Zhou Xi reached an agreement in this way. After all, it is better to resolve enemies than to tie them together. If Zhou Xi is resolved, there will still be Gan Leyi, and if Gan Leyi is resolved, there will still be Zhou Xi's parents. Someone came out to take over his career.

Zhou Xifang decided not to pursue it anymore, and did not mention the negative impact this incident had on him. Yang Pinganfang agreed to his request and asked Xue Wuling to help him when the other party needed it.

After reaching a verbal agreement, Yang Pingan untied Zhou Xi, looking at the pink rope thrown on the ground, Zhou Xi looked disgusted.

Yang Ping sent him out of the hotel, and Zhou Xi called Gan Leyi to pick him up, and asked him to arrange another place for the Taoist priest, so that he could pay the Taoist priest and let him return to the Taoist temple.

Gan Leyi was quite surprised: "Okay, then I'll pick you up, do you want jelly?"

The voice was played externally, because Yang Pingan looked at him with undisguised suspicion when he was on the phone, and now Yang Pingan was also very surprised, feeling that the two people were really indistinguishable, indescribably crooked.

Yang Pingan was holding the censer, and Xue Wuling followed him. Although there were few people passing by the hotel entrance, they would glance at him whenever they passed by. He was a young man in clean and refreshing clothes, holding a beautiful white crane censer in his arms. His neck stretched out into his arms, against his arms.

Very pure white composition.

Zhou Xi, who was standing next to him, was wearing darker clothes because of his work.

They look pretty nice together.

And Xue Wuling, who couldn't catch the eyes of passers-by, stood beside Yang Ping'an with a sour heart. Beside Ping'an was not only a gray-toned Zhou Xi, but also a very handsome Xue Wuling with black crows all over his body.

Gan Leyi came, got out of the car and went straight to Zhou Xi's place, Yang Pingan just wanted to explain the matter between him and Zhou Xi, so as not to leave any lumps in their hearts, they saw Gan Leyi before they spoke. Yi took out a yellow talisman from his pocket, walked up to Zhou Xi in two steps at a time, raised his hand and slapped him on the body.

Yang Pingan: "..."

At this time, another person got out of the car, jumped out of the car with a sword in one hand and a stack of talismans in the other, and ran quickly towards their position.

Only then did Yang Pingan realize that something was wrong. Looking at Zhou Xi again, he was calm as far as the naked eye could see, obviously he had communicated with Gan Leyi.

when?Is that jelly?

Yang Pingan didn't allow Yang Pingan to think too much about this question. He turned his head to look at Xue Wuling, and Xue Wuling was looking at the charm on Zhou Xi's body. He could clearly feel that the charm was resisting him.

Withdrawing his eyes and looking at Ping'an, Yang Ping'an understood in a moment, but in a moment, when the two of them looked at each other, Yang Ping'an made a decision in a moment, and put the incense burner into Xue Wuling's arms: "Run!"

Passers-by were shocked by this weird scene. The young man in a white T-shirt pushed the censer to the side, and the censer actually floated in the air. Two young men beside him tried to hold him down. Not far away, one held a sword and The young man with the paper talisman ran over quickly.

Realistic magic?

Let's shoot first.

Seeing Yang Pingan who was suddenly embraced by Gan Leyi, Xue Wuling put his arms around his hands and waist and strangled him. Zhou Xi grabbed Yang Ping'an's hand because he was worried that Gan Leyi would be injured by Yang Pingan.

They don't have to worry at all, Yang Pingan doesn't even intend to resist, what they want to arrest is Xue Wuling, dealing with ghosts is justifiable, but dealing with people needs more reasons.

The incense bait had been burned in the incense burner for a long time, and after absorbing the sunlight, it became slightly warm and hot. Now he can actually possess any passer-by and continue to escape safely.

But Ping An humbly made peace with Zhou Xi for him, and what he wanted was to end this matter instead of continuing to entangle. He didn't want Ping An to be wronged for him anymore.

"Okay." He hugged the censer, answered softly in the sun, and then disappeared in place.

"Wow!" The onlookers shouted in surprise, and the incense burner disappeared after floating into the air.

The Daoist rushed to nothing and put his hands on his hips angrily: "How could he leave you alone and just run away! You don't have loyalty!"

Gan Leyi pursed his indescribable smile and persuaded the priest to shut up: "So many people are filming..."

The Taoist chief turned his head, facing the sparsely surrounded mobile phone cameras behind him, he took three steps back in fright: "What's going on."

Gan Leyi let go, stepped forward and opened his hands: "Isn't our magic show very hardcore?"

The onlookers were stunned for a moment, dubious, thinking that it was like magic but not magic.

Yang Ping'an raised an emotionless smirk, and clapped lightly with both hands: "If you like this street magic show, please applaud for us. Your applause is the motivation for us to continue."

I have said so, what else can I do, applaud, the audience holding up their mobile phones respectfully patted their arms with one hand, and there was a burst of applause.

The street sitcom magic performance troupe was about to leave, the audience gave way, the troupe got into the car in an orderly manner, and left leisurely, leaving the audience still in the aftertaste.

Yang Pingan was sitting in the back seat of the car, with Gan Leyi on the left and Zhou Xi on the right. The full defensive lineup put him in the middle.

Yang Ping'an clicked his tongue: "You two really have a good understanding, how did you communicate? Jelly?"

Gan Leyi put his hand on Yang Ping'an's shoulder: "Yes, but I have no obligation to tell you, right?"

He was so complacent that he seemed to win a victory over Yang Ping'an.

Since he didn't talk about Yang Ping'an, he didn't bother to ask, so he didn't give him extra chances to be proud: "What are you going to do to me? I'm not a ghost with no name and no surname. You can get rid of it if you want."

The Taoist priest who was sitting in the co-pilot turned around and said, "Don't worry, we are all law-abiding citizens. We only kill ghosts and don't kill people. If we catch ghosts, we will let you go."

Hearing this, Yang Ping'an raised his eyebrows slightly, and was speechless with a half-smile: "People live as humans, and die as ghosts. They are reincarnated with each other. Why do ghosts have no human rights?"

The Taoist leader saw that he was still complaining about the ghost, and he was really confused by the ghost: "Everything in the world has its own definite number. Be a human when you should be a human. If you become a ghost, your life will be exhausted. Ghosts can stay in the world. There are obsessions, how many good ghosts do you think there are obsessions, how can this kind of ghost not cause harm to the world?"

The driver chose to remain silent, as if he didn't hear anything, he just came to replace the driver temporarily to make quick money, he couldn't hear anything, he couldn't hear anything.

Yang Pingan stopped talking, he was tired, how could he convince Xiao Daochang, let him believe that although Xue Wuling is cruel, sometimes stupid, and very smart, but he is really not bad, and he is slowly getting better .

Now Xue Wuling is already very human, and he is also very good at taking care of other people's ideas.

Yang Ping'an was brought back to Zhou Xi's house for no other reason, because the place is big and it's convenient for everyone to live together, as for why they live together.

Waiting to catch Xue Wuling.

Yang Pingan is the bait that can definitely catch fish.

The Xiaodao leader has already started to set up the formation. No matter what, he must get rid of this ghost Xue Wuling. It is rare for him to go out of the mountain once. If he does not complete the task and earn a fortune, what face does he have to go back?

A beginning and an end is his motto in life.

And Zhou Xi and Gan Leyi are in the cold war, Zhou Xi works in his study, Gan Leyi walks around in the living room, or goes to see what's in the refrigerator, goes out for something, and comes back later .

Yang Pingan didn't know that this wasn't a cold war, it was the embarrassment of about to pierce the window paper.

In the evening, the kitchen prepared a fruit plate and snacks for him. Apart from not being able to leave the place, Yang Ping'an was also treated very well under house arrest, which was similar to when he lived here with Xue Wuling.

The people who work here don't know that he is the bait that was caught back, and they still know him as the boss's guest and unclear ex-lover, so they are very polite.

Yang Pingan looked out the window, wondering what a ghost Xue Wuling was doing outside this night, is he still sucking the moon tonight?It shouldn't be so careless...

Xue Wuling, who was suspected by Yang Pingan of being heartless, was walking in the night with a white crane incense burner. The neon lights of thousands of high-rise buildings flickered, and he looked at the place with the most beautiful scenery.

Hong Wei was lying on a beach chair, and in front of him was the large swimming pool in his home. The bright and gorgeous lights illuminated the place like a dream, and countless young models with long legs and slender waists wore bikinis and wrapped their waists in light gauze around him, walking around There are beautiful laughter of women laughing and playing.

The only thing that is not beautiful is Hong Wei himself. He is at the end of his thirties and is about to approach his forties. His stomach has bulged and formed a beer belly. He is lying indifferently among the group of Yingying and Yanyan, getting up with a cigar in his mouth. He felt very disappointed.

Even with all he has, he still doesn't feel satisfied, pretty woman?Power and self-esteem?All in exchange for money.

And what is it that determines all this?What determines who can make money and who can't?

strength.

And luck.

Strength is a bright and hard thing.

But luck is not certain, no one can tell what is erratic. Sometimes when luck comes, worthless things also float into the sky.

In terms of strength, he relies on his courage to do it. If he really wants to compare his knowledge with young people, his English level can only spell hello and Iloveyou just enough.

Then there is luck.

Hong Wei didn't pay attention to the group of Yingying and Yanyan. On this night, he was suddenly a little lonely. He smoked a cigar, exhaled a long puff of smoke, put his bathrobe on his shoulders, threw the cigar into the ashtray, and walked away. Enter the most private room in your own villa.

When the door was opened, a smell of incense came out. There were no lights in the room, and there were no modern settings. All the lights were candles, the wax oil offered in crystal cups, and the lamp grass quietly sipping the lamp oil and burning.

Candles almost filled the entire room, surrounding the incense table in the innermost part of the room, leaving only a path leading to the incense table in the middle.

Hong Wei walked over, knelt down on the straw woven handmade mat, and kowtowed respectfully.

Standing on the incense table is a black statue made of wood, in the image of a chubby boy, with his eyes closed and his hands crossed in front of him, as if playing with his fingers, and his hands like Avalokitesvara spread out behind him.

Such a god statue with no background and particularity looks like an evil god at first glance. I don’t know what kind of chance Hong Wei invited, but after having this god statue, he is indeed lucky, as if he is standing on the cusp of the wind. I can borrow a gust of east wind.

Kneeling on the straw mat, Hong Wei felt that the anxiety in his heart had improved.