The senior sister went crazy setting up a stall and asked the industry boss to let her go.

Private villa at No. 87, the new address of Anjiqiao Village

This villa was bought by No. 87 to facilitate the assassination when he was performing a mission here.

The butterfly evil spirit worked hard to spit out pink smoke, and the pink smoke instantly filled Nuo Da's room, submerging the figures of the six people.

No. 87's cold voice penetrated the pink smoke: "Aren't you afraid that she won't be able to accept these things and will seek death?" His eyes swept over the men in the smoke, and he became more and more incomprehensible to Liu Wu. Except for the absence of Taoist Yimu , are all in this room.

Liu Wuqing responded lightly: "We dirty ants..." He hugged Wu Guo, whose eyes were blurred, and her fragrance was mixed with the fragrance of wine, and whispered in her ear: "A Wu, remember to pick up the yang and replenish the yin. This is my New Year’s gift for you.”

Wu Guo said weakly: "Ah Wu, don't make trouble..." His body felt very hot. This feeling was too familiar. The pink mist in front of his eyes gradually became hazy, and the last trace of reason was lost...

When Taoist Yimu came back to pick up Wu Guo from his sightseeing tour, it was already three days later.

Seeing the woman who was moisturized and tender as a girl, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows. She lost her black hair due to the broken Taoist heart and now it has returned, and her meridians also show signs of circulation.

It has to be said that the essence of the five Martial God realms is really amazing, and they help her suck out a vitality.

Glancing at these five men, three days was the limit of what she could bear, but it was by no means their limit. All of them looked like peach blossoms, and they looked even more evil and arrogant.

Taoist Ichimoku whispered in her ear: "Aren't you going to seek death and life?" Looking at her calm look, should I say that this woman is debauched or has a big heart?

Wu Guo glanced at them, his eyes fell on Liu Wu, and he said bluntly: "It doesn't matter, it's all fate."

A few days ago, I accidentally saw Ah Wu studying ancient techniques, studying how to kill people and steal cultivation to resurrect people. How could he be allowed to do such cruel techniques! I would rather him mess around like this than massacre all sentient beings.

Ichimoku Taoist was surprised for a second and took Wu Guo away. Liu Wu followed. Except for Xifeng and No. 87 who stayed, everyone else left.

A month passed peacefully like this, but there were many people coming to assassinate every day.

No. 87 also secretly killed many killers from the cage. On this day, he met Lei Shirley who came to assassinate. Her identity was not only a minion of the cage, but also the daughter of a certain controller.

Stepping out of the darkness, he advised: "Leave."

Ray Shirley replied: "You betrayed the cage."

No. 87 didn't answer this question. It doesn't matter which one you kill, it's just a mission.

Lei Shirley continued to ask: "You became her subordinate?"

No. 87 said "hmm" and admitted generously.

Lei Xueli said excitedly: "Are you crazy! If you become her subordinate, you have to join the Liu family. Do you really want to betray that person? That person already knows about this. As long as you go back and admit your mistake, that person will At least I'll leave her alone."

No. 87 raised the corners of his mouth, whispered "Oh" softly, and continued: "She doesn't deserve it."

Lei Xueli pursed her lips and turned to leave. She knew in her heart that she couldn't defeat No. 87, but she still advised: "The price of betraying the prison... you have no way to escape."

No. 87 raised the corner of his mouth. There are many people who can escape from the cage, but they are just a bunch of trash who bully the weak and fear the strong.

There was a sound coming from behind, and her voice penetrated her ears: "What's wrong?" No. 87 turned around and responded: "It's nothing, just some frightened birds."

Wu Guo walked out of the bushes, nodded and lowered his eyebrows, and handed the cloth bag he was carrying to the outstretched hand without asking any more questions. They had their own business.

Since that day when Taoist Ichimoku succeeded in writing three ancient runes on his face, he has been in seclusion and continued to study.

And today, a month later, with nothing to do, I started running down the mountain to do my old job again!

Liu Wu goes out early and comes back late. He is very mysterious. I don't understand why he wants to be a monster? So now it's No. 87 and Xifeng who go down the mountain, and they take turns accompanying Wu Guo down the mountain to set up a stall.

Yesterday, I had a good time hiking down the mountain with Xifeng. Anjiqiao Village is developing quite well. Although it is a small village, it has a large flow of passengers. It is all due to fate!

No. 87 put the bag on his shoulders, hugged her horizontally, and jumped up. Under the large Taoist robe, he hid a delicate body that made him obsessed with it. He thought about all the ways he could die, but he never thought about his future. Will die in a woman.

In a few breaths, we reached the foot of the mountain.

On this day, there was a fortune-telling stall in the corner of the market.

The man was wearing a hijab, showing a pair of fierce and cold eyes, and stood there like a thug, scaring away many passers-by.

On the other hand, the woman was dressed like a Taoist boy, with a peach wood hairpin holding up her black hair, and wearing an ancestral patchwork Taoist robe. The loose clothes made her look more petite and exquisite, and her watery and clear eyes revealed a lightness.

"Archie, there's something wrong with your eyes."

No. 87 was surprised for a second, then realized in an instant that she was calling him. He looked down at the little woman in front of him, her little face almost wrinkled into a bun.

Wu Guo put his hands on his hips and sighed: "You have to smile more. Look at you, you've scared away my destiny, how can you make money!"

No. 87 took out a pair of sunglasses and put them on, took off his scarf, revealing the delicate lower half of his face, and instantly transformed into a cold-blooded man. Looking at her busy back, it is clear that she can be a good Mrs. Liu, but she just likes to set up a stall to earn a living.

Wu Guoqian sat there for a day, but there was no business coming to him. He didn't even sell amulets. He was not in a hurry. Instead, he became familiar with the vendor next to him.

The sugar water stall next door was owned by a woman, and her business was pretty good. Now that she was free, she bought two bowls of sugar water for a new couple in the stall, and said enthusiastically: "Here, your sugar water."

Wu Guo stepped forward, reached out to take the two bowls of sugar water before No. 87, and said with a smile: "Thank you, sister!" Then he handed the two bowls to No. 87, freed his hand, took out two ten yuan sheets from his purse and handed them over. .

Sister Tang Shui took the money and said while making change: "You are not locals."

Wu Guo picked up the sugar water and answered while feeding him: "Yes! It's from outside."

The taste was so sweet that my brows furrowed. Fortunately, I was wearing sunglasses. No. 87 was forced to eat this bowl of sweet sugar water, but he didn't stop her.

Fortunately, Sister Tangshui is used to people showing affection, so she continued to chatter: "Why don't you do other things? How can anyone still believe in ghosts and gods nowadays!"

Wu Guo smiled naively and said: "There is no way, this is the only skill passed down from our ancestors! Besides, my man's eyesight is not good, so it's not suitable for other jobs."

Sister Tangshui took a serious look at this man. She thought he was wearing sunglasses to look cool, but she didn't expect that he was a blind man. She suddenly felt that this girl's life was a bit miserable, having such a blind husband.