The Way of the Demon Cult Leader Chasing His Wife

Song Muzhao and Lu Qian have completely become Zhang Kuang's number one fans, calling each one "boss" smoother than anyone else.Song Muzhao had to go home, so she could only say goodbye to the two reluctantly.

Because Lu Qian lived in a small apartment, he took the opportunity to serve the boss as a matter of course, and happily brought Zhang Kuang home.

"Boss! Don't worry!" Lu Qian slapped his chest confidently: "I will definitely move bricks to support you!"

Zhang Kuang didn't want to flatter him, so he responded casually: "En."

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late at night.

Lu Qian's apartment is very tidy, and the guest room is also very clean.Sitting upright on the quilt, Zhang Kuang began to circulate the spiritual power around him.

Sure enough, as she expected, the spiritual power in this world is pitifully thin, no matter how wide her spiritual sense is, she can only mobilize a precarious trace of spiritual power.

In the previous world, the insolent spiritual consciousness merged with the spiritual veins of the earth by chance and coincidence.

As long as the mind moves, the spiritual energy between the heaven and the earth will be at her disposal in an instant.What's more, she can mobilize the majestic spirit veins of the earth at any time for her use.

In this world, her ability has been weakened to almost nothing, she can only roughly see the position of the spirit vein, but she cannot mobilize it.

Fortunately, both internal strength and martial arts are still there, and there is quite a lot of spiritual power stored in the sea of ​​consciousness, so there is no need to worry about using it.

There are quite a lot of things in the Qiankun bag, but most of them are rare and exotic objects that she found for his wife, and there are also a lot of gold, silver and jewelry, which probably won't be of much use in this world.

She opened her eyes.

The window was opened by her before, and the cool evening wind blew along the brows and fell into the cold moonlight in the eyes.

Zhang Kuang got up and stepped on the ground barefoot.

The white porcelain floor is a little cold, and a slight chill spreads along the feet.

Long ink-like hair hung down her waist, swaying slightly with her steps.Like the continuous mountains and rivers outlined in light ink, it is full of scenery at a glance.

The black nightgown was a loose style embroidered with mother-in-law. The cuffs hung down naturally along the arms, exposing a wrist, which looked even more white under the moonlight.

Zhang Kuang leaned on the window sill, sighed deeply, his brows and eyes were filled with worry:

"How to make money for my wife to spend..."

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Today happened to be Monday, Lu Qian only had time to say "Boss, wait for me when I come back", and hurried to school.Zhang Kuang was still dressed in black bunt, he easily jumped out of the window, and followed the flow of people into the urban area.

Lu Qian's words from last night still have merit.

Zhang Kuang wandered the street for a while, stopped a kind-hearted passerby, and asked sincerely:

"Excuse me, do you know where I can find a place to 'move bricks'?"

The guy who was stopped seemed to be a beautiful woman. He couldn't speak at first when he stuttered, but when he heard the word "moving bricks", he was shocked and came back to his senses: "What are you talking about? Moving bricks?"

Zhang Kuang nodded: "Yes, moving bricks."

She added four words frankly: "I want to make money."

The young man didn't understand: "You are so beautiful, wouldn't it be great to become a celebrity and model, and earn a lot of money."

pretty?

Zhang Kuang snorted, and thought to himself: I am less than one-tenth of my wife's appearance, that person probably has never seen a real beauty.

With a calm face, she said, "Just tell me the location."

The young monk Zhang Er couldn't figure it out, so he had to point Zhang Kuang in a general direction: "There are real estate developers working on construction over there, and it seems that there are temporary workers..."

After thanking Zhang Kuang, he followed the direction to find it.

Nancheng is one of the most economically prosperous cities in the country, and every piece of land is valued at a high price, which can be described as an inch of gold.

On the construction site, the contractor had a complicated expression: "Girl? Are you serious?"

Is this beauty... something wrong with her brain?

Half an hour ago, she inexplicably appeared near the construction site, and she was very determined to move bricks to make money.

Because of the rush schedule, there are indeed temporary workers recruited privately on the construction site, no identification is required and the wages are paid daily.But you said that a girl with thin arms and thin legs also came to work as a temporary worker, and she was the first one who refused to leave with a firm attitude and beat her to death.

Zhang Kuang's expression remained unchanged, and he said, "I'm sure."

Because it was so strange, not only many regular workers sneaked around to watch, but passers-by also gathered around, curious about the scene in front of them.

The contractor really had no choice but to say, "Girl, look, if your family is in trouble, if it's really not possible, can I lend you some money?"

Zhang Kuang frowned in displeasure, and said, "Thank you, but there's no need."

joke?

I, arrogant, the head of the devil,

But people who want to earn money to support their wives!

After persuasion and persuasion, the contractor had nothing to do, so he pointed to the cement bag next to him and said, "Okay then, you take a hard hat and go to carry the cement."

He thought to himself: This girl has a stubborn temper. When she finds out that she can't move the cement at all, she will probably leave by herself.

After thanking Zhang Kuang, he took the hat and put it on.The contractor stood with his arms folded and watched.

Zhang Kuang didn't even wear gloves, he calmly walked towards the place where the cement bags were piled up, and forced the dusty construction site out of the majestic feeling.

A middle-aged man looked at Zhang Kuang with some concern, and reminded in a low voice: "Girl, try to carry the small bag first—"

Before he could finish speaking, he was stuck in his throat abruptly.

Zhang Kuang mentioned it very calmly, and lifted five bags of cement with one hand.The heavy bag seemed weightless in Zhang Kuang's hands, she even weighed it, thinking about how many more bags she could add.

too light.

This weight is nothing compared to Xiuxian's "Thousand Catty Pendant" technique.

Zhang Kuang turned to the middle-aged man who spoke before, and blinked his beautiful eyes.In the midst of the smoke and dust, the black eyes were extremely clear, as if they could speak.

Zhang Kuang asked, "What did you say before?"

Middle-aged man: "..."

The contractor was so frightened that he couldn't stand still, he staggered and almost fell to the ground: "Hey, you are—"

The middle-aged man was silent for a while, and then spit out three words:

"excuse me."

Zhang Kuang realized that everyone was looking at her with horror and surprise, and then realized that he was exaggerating a little.

It's not that she doesn't know how to be clumsy, but Zhang Kuang had the glorious deed of "pretending to be a second-level rookie in foundation building and successfully sneaking into the Yashan faction to chase his wife".

But who would have expected that the bag would be too light... What can I do? The leader is also very helpless.

Zhang Kuang coughed, sneakily unloaded the three bags of cement, and held them with one hand instead of the other with a guilty conscience.

She looked calm: "Oh, it's a bit too heavy."

Crowd: ...

You're not out of breath, stop pretending!

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No matter what, Zhang Kuang actually worked as a temporary worker for a day, and successfully got his wages when the shift ended in the afternoon.

Although he didn't know the face value of the money, Zhang Kuang carefully folded the money and prepared to save it for his wife.When she was about to go back to the apartment, she suddenly caught a glimpse of the middle-aged man carrying a bag and walking towards a building not far away.

His steps were unsteady, and he was a little evasive, Zhang Kuang felt suspicious.It happened to be okay, so I followed.

The man stopped in front of the building, as if he was waiting for someone.

After a while, the glass door was opened.

Two women in formal attire came out one after the other.

Seeing the face of one of them, Zhang Kuang froze in place.