Rebirth of the City Immortal

Chapter 83 Ouyang Fugui ([-])

Mo Changsheng turned around abruptly, and he was even more surprised now.

Although he was only in the Qi training period, Mo Changsheng possessed spiritual consciousness. It was not easy to avoid his induction and bully his side.

Those who can do this must either have a much higher level of cultivation than him, or have a special way to hold back breath, but...
Looking up and down at the man behind him, Mo Changsheng was surprised to find that the other party was just a newly acquired martial artist, and even if this man was right in front of him, he still couldn't sense him with his spiritual sense.

"Who are you?" Mo Changsheng narrowed his eyes and asked with a smile.

"My youngest, Ouyang Fugui! Who are you? Qu Zhengyang is also a famous figure in Rongcheng, why is he in awe of you?"

Ouyang Fugui first slapped his chest proudly, and announced his name with his nostrils upturned, then seemed to think of something, lowered his head, looked at Mo Changsheng, and asked cautiously.

"What a wonderful character!" Mo Changsheng sighed secretly, seeing the other party's series of reactions in his eyes.

Ouyang Fugui is about the same height as Mo Changsheng, but he is very thin. Based on his facial features, he should look good, but because he is too thin, he looks a little weird.

It stands to reason that Houtian warriors have much better physique than ordinary people, at least they have a rosy complexion, but this person is pale, or in other words, his whole body is strangely pale and lacks vitality, and he feels very similar to an old man who is dying.

What's funny is that Ouyang Fugui obviously doesn't have much meat, but he still wears hip-hop clothes, which are fat and big, and he also wears a mess of gold and silver chains. His own body shape and temperament are also very unsuitable.

Mo Changsheng said that he is wonderful, not only because of the dangling parts all over his body, but also because of his really villainous character.

At first, Ouyang Fugui was condescending, with his nostrils upturned. Presumably it was because of his noble status, and he was used to being arrogant. Later, he treated Mo Changsheng equally and even a little cautiously. It was because he thought of Qu Zhengyang's abnormality, and guessed that Mo Changsheng might have great potential. background.

In a short period of time, he can naturally transform his proud posture into a cautious one, without obstacles at all, and without making others feel awkward at all, as if bullying the weak and fearing the hard is a matter of course, such an undisguised true villain character, Mo Changsheng can only say that he is wonderful.

"Mo Changsheng, an unknown soldier, has a certain relationship with Qu Zhengyang, and there is nothing to be in awe of."

Mo Changsheng took the initiative to stretch out his right hand, wanting to take advantage of the situation to probe this person's body.

"You lied to me! Young Master Ben is not a fool. I have bullied many people, but I have never provoked people with deep backgrounds. I have some good eyesight!"

Ouyang Fugui shook the parts of his body, stretched out his right hand and slapped Mo Changsheng on the palm, pursed his mouth and said:

"This young master is proficient in eating, drinking, whoring and gambling. He has been in contact with all three religions and nine streams. These eyes are very thieves. My name is Qu Zhengyang, because my grandfather is the head of the Ouyang family. Yang has to curry favor with my family. But you have no respect for Qu Zhengyang at all, and you still say that you are a nobody and a liar!"

"Oh? Why does an unknown person have to respect Qu Zhengyang?"

Taking advantage of Ouyang Fugui's high-five with him, Mo Changsheng quietly checked his body, as if thinking of something, but couldn't grasp the point.

"Qu Zhengyang is a well-known rich man in Rongcheng, and he has recently broken through his innate talent. How can ordinary people disrespect him. Since you know his name, it is impossible not to know his identity, but you feel a little condescending towards him , tell me, who are you?"

Ouyang Fugui lifted his chin very proudly, but suddenly, like a pug, he approached Mo Changsheng flatteringly, and said with a flattering smile:
"Are you from a rich family? Do you have any money? How about lending me a little?"

Mr. Mo looked at each other speechlessly.

Do you know me well? You just want to borrow money. The young and old of the Ouyang family are still short of money?

With these thoughts in his mind, Mo Changsheng put on a smile and said casually:
"My family is not a rich man, but I still have a little money. How much does Young Master Ouyang want to borrow?"

When Ouyang Fugui heard the first sentence, his face collapsed, but after hearing the last sentence, he became energetic again, and asked impatiently, "How many do you have?"

Mo Changsheng took out his wallet and looked at it. There was about 2000 yuan in cash. He was about to speak, but he was startled suddenly by the fire in Ouyang Fugui's eyes.

"Damn it! You're so rich! You actually have 700 yuan in cash! Tyrant, let's be friends, how about I hang out with you from now on?"

Mo Changsheng felt that his brain was hurting. This guy just glanced at it and reported the approximate number accurately. What kind of strange thing is this?
"Hasn't the youngest of the Ouyang family even seen such a small amount of money?"

Ouyang Fugui didn't have time to answer, he snatched the wallet from Mo Changsheng's hand, took out all the cash, spit on his hand, and nodded happily at the banknotes in his hand.

Then he rummaged through all the corners of the wallet. He even picked out the dime stuck in the card bag, and counted it carefully over and over again.

"Heaven, earth, it's been two months, two full months, and I finally have more than ten yuan in cash!"

Mo Changsheng looked at Ouyang Fugui with cold sweat all over his face.

This strange flower put all the money on the nose and took a deep breath, closed his eyes in satisfaction and intoxication, and almost shed tears with excitement.

Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he opened his pants majestically and hid the money in some unbelievable mysterious place.

"Are you really the young master of the Ouyang family?!" Mo Changsheng stayed on the spot stiffly, unable to speak for a long time.

What kind of thing is this strange thing!
Ouyang Fugui returned the wallet to Mo Changsheng, held his hand gratefully, and said in an extremely pitiful tone:
"Brother Tuhao, you don't know, I'm so pitiful!"

Tears finally fell from the corners of Ouyang Fugui's eyes, and he said with tears streaming down his face:

"Since my tigress came back, all my bank cards and cash have been confiscated, and all the money in the account has been transferred. She also took away my ID card, so that I can't even get a credit card. I am really poor. Jingle!"

"Not only that, but she also encouraged my dad to say hello to everyone I knew, and she didn't allow me to lend me a penny. After I was forced to die, she reluctantly agreed to give me ten yuan pocket money every day, and ten yuan a day. Dollars!"

(End of this chapter)