Underworld Red Packet Group

Chapter 118 The rain is coming
The proposal of eating ghosts was quickly agreed by everyone.

It was supposed to be a quiz on Shengzun yesterday, but because of Nai Hetian's confession, it was dropped.Everyone also felt that the topic of guessing the Holy Lord was a bit serious, and it would be better to change it to a lighter one.

Yangui: I don't think there will be new evidence today.But this time, I hope I lose!As long as we can reveal the real face of Wei Xiaoren again, I am willing to send ten red envelopes.

Being a ghost is also romantic: I also don't think there will be new evidence, and I also hope that I will lose.

Ming ghosts do not fart: Although I sincerely feel that there will be no new evidence today, but at the same time I sincerely hope that I will lose.

Looking at such lovely group members, Meimei felt warm in her heart.

A few minutes later, Meimei contacted her grandmother alone...it's not two or three days to be a ghost.

As for how she found her grandmother's WeChat, it's not difficult.Although the grandmother deleted the private chat interface of the transfer, the transfer records could not be deleted. After Meimei came here, she would transfer money to Yangui when she was shopping, and only her grandmother was there.

A few days ago, when she was preparing to collect evidence against Wei Yonglian, she immediately went to see her grandmother, but her grandmother was still thinking about her little fresh meat and refused to help.

In the end, Meijing showed her the sneaky photo of the evil spirit, using this to take down the grandmother, and asked the grandmother to help her use Tianyan to see who was secretly taking the video that day.

However, due to the advanced age of the grandmother, Tianyantong can only open for a short time at a time, so it took several days to find the person who secretly took the video.

The beautiful scenery will never be forgotten, and the excited expression of the grandmother crying with joy while touching the picture of the evil spirit in the mobile phone.poisonous...

Meimei went out early in the morning to find the ghost who secretly took the video.

She first contacted Yan Wang Moyan, and after locating the person, Moyan secretly sent Yan Luo's secret envoy to come to the door. Even though the ghost's cultivation was not low, he couldn't stand up to Yan Luo's secret envoy, but only a few times He told everything that happened that day.

Yan Luo's secret envoy recorded a video for Mo Yan, and Mo Yan agreed to give the video to Mei Jing, but he had a special request.

Meimei thought he wanted that again... Who knows, Moyan actually invited her to the Hundred Chrysanthemum Banquet in Yan Luo Palace ten days later.

Mo Yan: Mixin, you don't have to worry that Li Nai will see you, you just need to use the disguise liquid to change your appearance again, he won't know that you are here, anyway, Li Nai can't see you in the original look like.

Looking at Moyan's message, Meijing fell into a brief thought.

It stands to reason that with Li Nai and Mo Yan's cultivation base, it would be easy to see the appearance behind her Yi Rongye, but they couldn't see clearly.

Is this a huge bug that she traveled through, or was it intentionally left by the black hand behind the scenes who arranged her time travel?

Ghostly Misunderstood: Okay, I promise you.

Mo Yan: Yes.Be there or be square.By the way, can you...

Ghostly obsessed: I still have a lot of things to do here, so I won't talk anymore.

Before Mo Yan could type the next words, Mei Mei quickly changed the subject, fearing that he would be asked to call him by his name later.

Mo Yan enjoyed it, she accepted incompetence!
There are really not many male banks in the whole underworld who are normal.

Mo Yan: Okay, you are busy.

Putting down the phone, Mo Yan's heavy eyes lightly glanced at Li Wanjiang who was opposite him.

"Ten days later, the Chrysanthemum Feast. She will definitely come." Mo Yan's thin lips parted slightly, and the temperature around her dropped in vain, as if heralding an upcoming storm in advance.

This is like the Yan Wang Moyan that Li Wanjiang is familiar with, not the one he chatted with Mixin just now.

Li Wanjiang leaned on the red sandalwood grand teacher's chair, raised his chin slightly, and his eyes were also piercingly cold.

"Have you really made up your mind that you want to touch Li Nai's people in private?" Li Wanjiang parted his thin lips lightly, his voice as cold as ice.

(End of this chapter)