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Chapter 129 My idol is the leader of the Demon Cult 3
It's not that his eyes are ugly, but that he seems to see the same difference between the living and the dead.

This insane man should be Fang Qimo.

Fang Qimo glanced at the only standing Meng Xian, then moved away, and said to the little girls kneeling on the ground, "Go away."

"Master, wait a little longer!" A little girl who was a little more courageous shouted, then turned around and urged Meng Xian in a low voice:

"Sister Xian, hurry up!"

Meng Xian came back to his senses, trotted two steps and arrived in front of Fang Qimo's horse.

"Hi, Master, here is the letter we prepared for you." She took out a thick stack of letters from her bosom, and took out a few tips from her sleeve.

"Here are the gifts they prepared for you, I hope you can accept them."

The little girls were very happy and excited when they saw that Meng Xian took out the letters and gifts as he had said before.

However, Fang Qimo's handsome face was full of indifference. He sat on the horseback and said condescendingly, "No."

In fact, Meng Xian was not surprised by this answer.

Who is Fang Qimo, how could he accept gifts from these little girls.

The affection of his son and daughter has influenced him to dominate the world.

Besides, it is impossible for him to lack women.

Countless women will be seduced by him by waving his hand, so how could he fall in love with these yellow-haired girls who are so tender that they don't understand anything.

But Meng Xian won't say these words, she still has to rely on these things to get close to Fang Qimo!

Meng Xian stuffed the watermelon slices into his mouth, grabbed Fang Qimo's clothes with both hands, and began to climb on the horse.

Although he didn't ride many times, getting on a horse was not difficult for Meng Xian.

In just two blinks, Meng Xian had already climbed onto the horse and sat behind Fang Qimo.

The crowd was stunned.

No one present thought that Meng Xian would dare to do this.

"What are you doing, get down!" Fang Qimo turned around and shouted angrily.

Meng Xian bit off the sweetest part of the watermelon, and mumbled in his mouth:
"I won't go down, I finally have a chance to stay with my idol, even if I die, I won't take the initiative to go down!"

"Not going down, right?" Fang Qimo snorted coldly, pulled up the reins and whipped the whip.

The sweaty BMW turned around and ran back on the way back and forth.

Extremely fast.

Meng Xian grabbed Fang Qimo's clothes tightly, turned around and shouted pretendingly:
"Sisters, wait for me to come back, and I will tell you what kind of person Fang Qimo is in private when I come back!"

The little girls kneeling on the ground immediately changed from shock to tears of excitement and joy.

They waved their handkerchiefs at Meng Xian, "Sister Xian, be careful, we'll wait for your safe return~!"

Meng Xian turned her head, and the oncoming gust of wind nearly blinded her.

Obviously, Fang Qimo wanted to use this method to force her to beg for mercy and get off the horse.

But Fang Qimo was doomed to miscalculate.

Meng Xian was someone who had ridden the roller coaster of the modern world.

Isn't this just a horse, still running on the ground, no matter how strong the wind is, how can it compare to the excitement and horror of a roller coaster?
On a hot day, it's cool to blow some wind, even if it's hot.

Meng Xian's mentality was very stable, squinting his eyes to blow the wind, and holding Fang Qimo's clothes firmly with one hand to prevent himself from falling off.

Holding a frozen watermelon in one hand.

It cannot be wasted.

This watermelon is very sweet.

The sweaty BMW was very fast, and ran to the town in a short while.

When there are more passers-by, the speed of BMW will automatically slow down.

(End of this chapter)