After a flash marriage, the abstinent snake husband stalks her every night

"Lying down is not that easy! You underestimate this world!"

The old Taoist priest shouted anxiously that the great god who had been sent away with great difficulty must not come back to oppress them!

Song Zhen explained: "It's mainly because the spiritual power in the city is insufficient. If we don't go back to the mountain and kill a few monsters, Sheng Yuanjian and I will starve to death."

"..."

As for Song Zhen’s last words, Master Zhiyuan had little idea.

Because at the Heavenly Master level, the most they can use are mid-level weapons like the Seven-Star Sword and the Evil-Slaying Sword.

The "broken sword" that Song Zhen was holding was named Red Lotus Holy Yuan, and it could only be wielded by "True Immortals" and "Saints" who were above the level of Heavenly Master.

The amount of food that Shengyuan Sword consumes is beyond the imagination of the old Heavenly Master Zhiyuan, who is only at the Heavenly Master level!

He also didn't know where this little disciple came from, and how he could actually activate that kind of treasure...

But no matter what, the old Taoist priest would never allow the tranquility on the mountain to be disrupted by her again.

He calculated on the screen and said seriously, "You think you have earned enough, but in fact, your balance will soon be completely lost."

"..." Song Zhen's expression immediately collapsed, "Big leak? How much leak?"

"99999998."

"!" Song Zhen's eyes suddenly turned cold, "One hundred million capital, only two dollars are left for me!"

"Yes, I told you, you are destined to spend money!"

"So Master, how much money do I need to save to achieve panty freedom?"

"Well, at least the speed at which you make money should keep up with the speed at which you spend it, right? Disciple, conservatively speaking, you should save 10 billion first."

"..."

That's a conservative estimate...

Since it is not time to lie down yet, she decided to go to the city to catch ghosts, make money, and maintain swords starting tomorrow!

……

In the blink of an eye, "tomorrow" is here.

On the G floor of the villa, the luxurious oval dining table is filled with heat.

Mr. Huo looked very amiable at his seat.

Except for Huo Mengjiao who ran away after the engagement ended yesterday, everyone else who should be here is here.

Song Zhen, naturally, took a seat as well.

Also seated was Huo's youngest nephew, Huo Yuming. Sitting on a children's dining chair, he would occasionally peek at the most unfamiliar face in the room - Song Zhen.

I don’t know what he saw, but he occasionally giggled.

As for the others, their expressions were either indifferent or gloomy.

Suddenly, Mr. Huo asked, "Mingyan, what's wrong with your face?"

Dong Mingyan came back from the hospital in the early morning. Because she suffered from the sequelae of snake venom, she put on ten layers of powder on her face, but it still looked a little purple.

In order to prevent the old man from knowing what happened yesterday, she could only curse Song Zhen indirectly: "The salesperson at the counter said that this powder can protect against ultraviolet rays, radiation, and plague, so I applied a few more layers."

The Plague God Song Zhen casually took a bite of the snack.

Mr. Huo said "Oh" and asked again: "Then... (what's his name? Never mind) Old Four, what's wrong with your face?"

After Song Zhen pointed out the cause and effect of Huo Juefeng's tragic death in three lives, he had nightmares all night and his eyes were bearier than a panda's.

Hearing that Mr. Huo took the initiative to care about him, he excitedly said, "Grandpa! The theme of my friend's exhibition is bears, I'm going to support him!"

The restaurant fell into silence for two seconds.

Then Mr. Huo's pupils seemed to leak electricity: "You, you mean you have a friend?!!"

Huo Sichen, "Male or female?"

Dong Mingyan, "My fourth sister-in-law should be jealous this time. Has she rushed back from abroad?"

These three questions left Huo Juefeng, who had never had any friends in the twenty-two years since he was born, speechless.

The most murderous and heartbreaking one is the last sentence...

Fourth sister-in-law?

Huo Juefeng's whole face turned green.

Song Zhen, who was standing next to him, was originally thinking about where to go to catch ghosts today, but his thoughts were suddenly interrupted when he saw this scene.

Recalling what I saw last night about Huo Juefeng's past and present lives...

The wife of the fourth son of the Huo family, an international female boxer, bought a robot as her boyfriend during a competition abroad. The robot has well-developed muscles and is taller than the fourth son of Huo. Most importantly, it has a powerful motor!

So, I just decided to live abroad permanently.

Huo Juefeng has few relatives and few romantic connections in his life. In the Huo family, his presence is not as strong as that of a servant, and in the eyes of his wife, his presence is not as strong as that of a robot.

Song Zhenzhen had never seen anyone with less popularity than Huo Si.

Except herself.

Not far away, little Huo Yuming was still staring at Song Zhen infatuatedly, with a slight light flickering in his dark eyes.

Suddenly, there was a "pop" sound!

Without waiting for Huo Juefeng to answer, Mr. Huo slammed the table excitedly.

"I'm saying that although our fourth child has an ugly face, his eyes are dull and lifeless, his legs become weak after walking two or three steps, and he likes to lie on the sofa like Ge You when he has nothing to do, but -"

"Whose child cries every day? Who loses every time in love? Even wild boars can climb trees with Hot Wheels. Who can live a life without friends? Unless it's a seasonal epidemic virus!"

Huo Si, who believed that "favors are gained by being servile, and friends are gained by making up stories", forced a smile after hearing what Huo Lao said from the bottom of his heart. "Grandpa is right."

As he laughed, his jawline, which was not strong to begin with, collapsed invisibly.

The corners of his twitching mouth echoed a very artistic song: Listen to me say thank you...

"Grandson's wife, what do you think?"

Old Master Huo turned to Song Zhen, who had not spoken from beginning to end, with a smile on his face, as if asking for praise.

Song Zhen, who was still thinking about where to catch ghosts, was interrupted again and frowned.

Why call her for no reason? She is also a virus.

Before she could answer, Dong Mingyan suddenly pushed Huo Sichen. Huo Sichen immediately took out the video he had prepared long ago and said in a serious tone:

"Grandpa, don't rush to recognize her as your grandson's wife!"

"This video blogger is Zhang Zhenren from Zongxuan Temple. He has the authoritative certification of the National Metaphysics Institute and the qualification certificate for advanced metaphysics practitioners. He is a true hardcore metaphysics master!"

"He personally came out and released an anti-fraud video. Listen to it! Fourth brother, Mingyan, you all come and listen too."

Huo Yuming, who was ignored by his biological father, pouted for the first time.

Soon, Huo Sichen clicked to play the video.

Zhang Zhenren's voice was heard in the video: "Attention! Attention! The official anti-fraud team is here!"

"Recently, our sect has discovered that many criminals disguised themselves as Taoists and teamed up with young and beautiful women who were not doing their jobs to target wealthy families to defraud them of marriage and betrothal gifts!"

“Please save this! Please forward this! Anti-fraud propaganda is everyone’s responsibility. A civilized society will benefit you and me!”

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As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the restaurant became stagnant.

Everyone looked at Song Zhen in unison.

Mr. Huo choked for no apparent reason, and immediately changed the title of his grandson's wife, "Miss Song, this..."

Song Zhen glanced at Zhang Zhenren's face in the video and smiled calmly.

"Ghost, found it."