My cat owner has become a sperm

Chapter 73 Part 75 The Man Wearing a Mask (1)

"You don't have any doubts about Mao Shuangshuang being Ya'er?" Jiu Qianli nestled comfortably on the sofa, looking at Feng Chengcheng, who was resting his chin and thinking about how to fulfill the miser's wish.

"It's very strange." Feng Chengcheng rubbed his chin, "But looking at Ma Yueban's appearance, she has suffered such serious injuries, so she is not lying!" Feng Chengcheng felt that although it was a little strange, it was not so serious. is fake.

Ever since Ma Yueban and Niu Honghong left under umbrellas, Miser was hiding in a corner, wondering what he was thinking, and then he heard the conversation between the two, and then he woke up slightly.

"Anyway, Shuangshuang is also very cute, Ya just have to try it, if my resentment can dissipate by then, then she will really be my Ya'er!" After the miser finished speaking, he stood up abruptly, " No, I don’t worry, I’m going to school to take a look at Shuangshuang!”

"Don't worry!" Feng Chengcheng hurriedly steadied him, "What do you say when you rush over like this, hello, I'm your father a few lifetimes ago, dear, call me daddy? Then you don't have to scare this kid. Call the police!"

"This...then I'll hide and watch a few more times..." The miser was right after thinking about it.

"I think, what you have to do now, first, change your sloppy and miserly appearance, and try to be like a human, so that children will like it! Second, you need to have a good relationship with Shuangshuang, Cultivate a relationship, and then it will be fine later!" Feng Chengcheng sincerely suggested, but it was a suggestion, but in fact, she hadn't figured out any way to help the miser realize his wish.

Anyway, it's a day if it can be delayed, so the miser can be her slave for one more day!
"Miss, you are right!" Unexpectedly, Miser looked at Feng Chengcheng with a look of sudden realization, and his eyes were full of admiration. "Don't be too anxious, I have to take my time, or I will frighten this child!"

"That's right!" Feng Chengcheng showed a hooked expression, "Then you go take a shower and change your clothes, and I will take you to the Ermazi barber shop at the entrance of the village to give you a haircut, so that you can appear in Shuangshuang In front of you, you are young and kind, and children will like you a lot!"

"Okay!" Just do it, Miser quickly got into the bathroom to wash himself.

"I didn't expect you to have this ability." Jiu Qianli stared at her amusedly, "A miser who hasn't bathed once in a hundred years and hasn't changed his clothes can be coaxed to take a bath by a few words from you."

"Hehehe, I'm flattering you!" Feng Chengcheng didn't blush at all, "After all, I'm also a psychic messenger from the underworld, so it's easy to deal with a few spirit bodies! Besides, although the miser has no smell coming out, but I can see his sloppy appearance every day, and I am really tired of seeing him, I asked him to clean it up for the sake of the masses!"

"But you seem to have forgotten one thing..." Jiu Qianli couldn't help reminding.

"What's the matter?" Feng Chengcheng felt that what he did was right and reliable, did he forget any details?
"He went in without clothes..." Jiu Qianli reminded with a smile.

Sure enough, at this time, the miser's weak and embarrassing cry came from the bathroom: "Miss... I didn't change my clothes..."

"..." The corners of Feng Chengcheng's mouth twitched. She really forgot about it. Apart from her clothes, there are only Jiuqianli's clothes in this room. There really are no clothes suitable for a miser.

"What did you ask me to do?" Feng Chengcheng responded loudly, "Your name is Jiuqian, and even a little girl like me has no clothes for you!"

"How dare I desecrate Master Ninth's clothes... Besides, the size is not suitable..."

"..." The corners of Feng Chengcheng's mouth twitched, well, she asked for trouble, now she's serving the miser!
"Damn it, I told you not to change your clothes!" Feng Chengcheng couldn't help scolding.

"It's easy to handle!" Jiuqianli hurried over to come up with an idea, "You can just burn him a piece of clothing."

"..."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Miser was very excited when he heard that, "No one has burned anything for me in all these years, otherwise, how could I have no clothes to change! Miss, you are so kind!"

Feng Chengcheng teared away the money in his pocket with a mournful face, "Do I have to buy it? Can I make it for him myself?"

Jiuqianli snatched the money from her, "Hurry up and buy it, otherwise you want to see the miser naked? If you have this hobby, just tell me, and I will do it too." I'd like to show you all naked."

"Smelly rascal!" Feng Chengcheng was furious, but his face turned red, "I'll go to the entrance of the village to buy dead paper clothes!"

"Go, it's much cheaper than buying a few adult clothes." Jiu Qianli looked at her with a smile.

"Miss, don't just buy clothes, shoes, watches, cars, you can buy a little!" Miser has been paying attention to the movement outside, and this will be even louder.

"I'll even buy you a paper figurine and burn it to be your wife, just wait!" Feng Chengcheng replied angrily.

Sure enough, you have to spend money every day, people, it’s okay to live to spend money, why do goblins and ghosts have to spend money? !
Sadly, Feng Chengcheng walked to the entrance of the village, and searched here and there in the shroud shop at the entrance of the village, but they were all inappropriate clothes, and there were even Qing Dynasty long clothes that many zombies would wear. Feng Chengcheng couldn't find a short suit suitable for middle-aged and elderly Sleeve trousers!
"Boss, why are you all like this here? It's been out of date for so long, can you have some new clothes?" Feng Chengcheng was picky with disgust.

"Little girl, the Qing Dynasty costume you are holding is the best-selling costume I have recently. Recently, someone has come to me every day to buy this kind of paper dress!" paper clothes.

These words caught Feng Chengcheng's attention, a person who comes to buy dead people's clothes every day?Could it be the soul?
"What does this person look like?"

"He came here wearing a mask, so he couldn't see his face clearly!" The boss replied casually, without any suspicion.

"Oh?" Feng Chengcheng became more interested, but apparently there was nothing to ask from the boss, thinking that the miser might still be naked in the bathroom waiting for clothes, so Feng Chengcheng had no choice but to discuss with the boss: "Boss, my two Uncle recently entrusted me with a dream, asking me to give him money for some of the latest fashionable clothes, so that he would not be ridiculed and bullied by those new ghosts every day. I don’t think you have any suitable ones here. How about making one for me now? "

"It's okay to make one, and I can do it for you in half an hour, but the price...an extra 50 yuan!" The boss thought about it and agreed.

"50 yuan?!" Feng Chengcheng was taken aback, "Boss, is this the price of living clothes?! The original price was 18, but now you want 68, it's too expensive!"

"Little girl, I use high technology to do it for you!" The boss stopped what he was doing, and lifted the working machine covered by the black cloth on his desk, revealing several years of computers and a group of equipment. "I use 3D printing technology. I don't usually use it easily. If I didn't see how filial you are, I wouldn't make it for you!"

"..." The corners of Feng Chengcheng's mouth twitched, "Boss, you're too talented to use it, you can use 3D printing technology to make a shroud, awesome!"

"Just tell me whether you will do it or not!" The boss waved his hand and turned on the machine.

"Do it, do it! Get two sets!" Feng Chengcheng gritted his teeth and immediately ordered two sets.

"Okay!" The boss responded, and immediately turned on the computer to search for pictures on the Internet. Finally, according to Feng Chengcheng's request, he found two patterns of Huahua Prince's middle-aged and elderly clothing on Taobei and downloaded them, and then began to design.

Feng Chengcheng was so bored waiting, he came out of the shroud shop and greeted and chatted with the villagers passing by at the door. When he was gossiping with Grandma Wang about the little widow in the next village marrying the silly son of the village chief next door, Feng Chengcheng saw Ma Cuicui hurrying walked towards the entrance of the village.

"Hey! Ma'am!" Feng Chengcheng hurriedly greeted Ma Cuicui as soon as he wanted to drink.

"Chengcheng!" Ma Cuicui was walking in a hurry, she didn't pay attention to the people on the side of the road, and only after hearing Feng Chengcheng's cry did she realize that it was Feng Chengcheng.

"Why are you going, leaving in such a hurry?" Feng Chengcheng's heart skipped a beat when he saw her flustered look.

"Tomorrow is Friday, isn't it? I wanted to bring Shuangshuang back for the weekend, but I didn't expect to call their teacher in the afternoon, saying that someone who claimed to be Shuangshuang's uncle had taken Shuangshuang away!" Ma Cuicui said anxiously He said, "How can Shuangshuang have any uncle? I heard from the teacher that this man was still wearing a mask in broad daylight. When the teacher asked him, he also said that he had caught a cold! After Shuangshuang was picked up, he never came back again. I was thinking of me. Something must have happened to your child!"

Thinking of this, Ma Cuicui's tears fell down.

"Mask?!" Hearing this word again, Feng Chengcheng suddenly felt creepy. The masked person who bought the clothes of the dead, and the masked person who picked up Mao Shuangshuang, how did they learn about Mao Shuangshuang's relationship with the miser in the morning, and something happened in the afternoon? What? !
"Chengcheng, I won't tell you anymore. I have to go to the city to ask what's going on. The teacher has already called the police. I'm going to find Shuangshuang!" , Ma Cuicui has suffered too much in the past few years, Mao Shuangshuang is the pillar of her survival, if something happens to Mao Shuangshuang, what will she do!
"Okay, okay, you go first!" Feng Chengcheng hurriedly let her go, "Send the address of Shuangshuang school to my mobile phone, and I, Jiuqian and Miser will help you find it later!"

"Hmm!" Ma Cuicui didn't stop, and trotted away.

"Little girl, the clothes are ready!" Just as the boss finished the clothes, Feng Chengcheng paid the money and rushed back grabbing the clothes.

Back at the villa, Feng Chengcheng explained to Jiu Qian what happened just now, while thinking about burning the paper clothes for Zhou Papi, and after a while, the miser would come out with a new look.

Before the miser could appreciate his clean appearance, he was dragged by Feng Chengcheng and ran wildly.

"Something happened, it's too late to cut your hair, Mao Shuangshuang was taken away by a mysterious man!"

"What?!" Miser was also in a hurry, "How could something happen when Shuangshuang is fine? Didn't Fatty Ma say that she was normal and safe all her life?!"

"Let's help Ma Cuicui find Mao Shuangshuang first!" Jiu Qianli hurriedly followed the two of them, "I have told Chun Hongxing and Hao Wutong to take care of the villa, and stay in Moling Village to keep an eye on Mao Shuangshuang's return. "

"Don't run away!" Miser shook off Feng Chengcheng's hand, "Let's fly to school!"

"You can fly, but I can't!" Feng Chengcheng was stunned.

"We'd better go ahead of Ma Cuicui, otherwise if Ma Cuicui can't stand the stimulation, or go to find Mao Shuangshuang first, it will be difficult." Jiu Qianli also said.

"Chengcheng, Master Ninth, I'll fly over first!" Miser hurriedly hid himself and wanted to fly over.

"Wait, let Chengcheng take us with the purple gold bowl, the magic weapon is much faster than a little spirit like you!" Jiu Qianli stopped the miser calmly.

"What? The purple gold alms bowl has this function?!" Feng Chengcheng was surprised, and the purple gold alms bowl had already appeared in his hand.

"Use your thoughts to make it bigger, and then we sit on it, and you try to inject a little mana to make it fly in the air!" Jiu Qianli taught Feng Chengcheng.

"Okay!" Feng Chengcheng nodded, and concentrated his attention on manipulating the Zijin Bowl. After a while, the Zijin Bowl really got bigger, enough for them to sit on.

"But, if we use spells in the city, we won't be struck by lightning, right?" Feng Chengcheng asked cautiously.

"Did you forget that the purple gold bowl can block the thunder attack?" Jiu Qianli hurriedly pulled Feng Chengcheng and Miser to sit on the purple gold bowl.

"According to what you said, this time it may be related to the spirit body again. Let's hurry up and see what's going on. If we go late, Mao Shuangshuang may be in danger!"

Several people quickly sat on the alms bowl, Feng Chengcheng manipulated it with his thoughts, and the purple gold alms bowl flew up unsteadily. What's even more funny is that because of Feng Chengcheng's low mana, the purple gold alms bowl also flew wobbly, bouncing up and down, causing trouble. The miser stared at the stars and wanted to vomit. He tremblingly squeezed the edge of the purple gold bowl, "Miss, I heard that there was motion sickness before. I don't know what it feels like. Now I finally feel it... ..."

Facing the wind, Feng Chengcheng laboriously instructed the alms bowl. It took him one minute to fly 1 meters, which was slower than walking. He was still thinking about his money tree seeds. They were sitting on the alms bowl, and the money tree seeds were facing the ground at the moment. , Feng Chengcheng was worried that it would accidentally fall down and take root directly on the ground!

"Nine thousand, my money tree seeds won't fall, will they?"

"Don't worry, if the miser falls, the seeds of the money tree that has been sealed by the enchantment will not fall!" Jiu Qianli replied helplessly, the magic light in his hand suddenly appeared, and he poured a stream of mana into the purple gold bowl.

The Zijin Bowl stabilized immediately, and flew a lot higher in an instant, starting to fly extremely fast at a speed of 200 yards.

"Nine...nine thousand..." The muscles around Feng Chengcheng's mouth were deformed by the blow, "Next time... next time... I'm going to wear a hard hat..."

"..." Jiuqian Limo stretched out his hand and pulled someone into his arms. "I'll protect you from the wind."

"Very good, very good!" Feng Chengcheng expressed his satisfaction, "The head can be broken, the blood can flow, and the hairstyle can't be messed up."

"..."

(End of this chapter)