Shocking! The master of metaphysics is actually the ancestor of ghosts and monsters!

Qiao Feng felt nauseous and couldn't help but bend over, trying to suppress the urge to vomit.

"vomit!"

Still couldn't help it.

He hasn't eaten anything since he fled yesterday, and he vomited a lot of yellow fluid.

"Sisi, vomit!" Before she could finish speaking, she vomited again.

Nangong Qian was so frightened that she moved even further away.

The pungent, foul smell was unbearable. Qiao Feng held his breath and lifted Yu Manwen out.

After yesterday's fright, and given her naturally reserved nature, Yu Manwen didn't seem to have many complaints about the environment.

Holding onto the low wall, and with Qiao Feng helping him out, they quickly climbed over.

"Brother Feng!" Yu Manwen shouted. The pig he had been shoving seemed to have gotten angry, stomped its hind legs, and bared its head to nudge him forward.

"Ah! You beast!" Qiao Feng was hit on the already low wall and fell flat on his back from the pigpen.

With his buttocks hitting the ground, Qiao Feng grimaced in pain, yelling with a constipated expression, "My ass, my balls!"

This damn beast is deliberately targeting my weak points.

After Yu Manwen stopped, she immediately went forward to help him.

Nangong Qian was clever; she found a bamboo pole from who-knows-where—oh, Jing Li gave it to her—and stood far away, pinching her nose as she poked Qiao Feng, showing some concern but not much, "Second cousin, are you alright?"

Do I look like I'm okay?

That's a pointless question.

Qiao Feng glanced resentfully at Nangong Qian along the bamboo pole. Did she really despise him that much?

Looking again at Manwen, who was supporting herself, she sighed inwardly, "Manwen is still the best. The other side is just a heartless ingrate."

Seeing his comparative expression, Nangong Qian immediately became angry and poked him with all her might, "What kind of expression is that? Are you thinking that Yu Manwen is better than me?"

As expected of cousins ​​who grew up together, Nangong Qian saw through his thoughts at a glance.

At this point, Yu Manwen lowered her head even more reservedly, her face flushed, clearly embarrassed.

"You still dare to blame me? If you hadn't begged me, would I have come to this godforsaken place?" Nangong Qian threw down the bamboo pole, rummaged through the rectangular backpack, found something, and threw it at Qiao Feng. "Here's your beat-up Ferrari back. I almost lost my life."

If Qiao Feng hadn't begged her to come, a Ferrari wouldn't have been able to tempt this high-and-mighty young lady.

"No... I..."

Qiao Feng stammered, unable to get a word in edgewise.

The key traced a beautiful arc in the air and landed steadily at Qiao Feng's feet.

A strange look flashed across Jing Li's eyes the moment Nangong Qian took out the key.

His gaze swept over Nangong Qian's face, and the slight bad luck on her forehead disappeared, revealing the truth in his heart.

When she first saw the little girl, she was surrounded by deathly aura. It was impossible for someone with golden light all over their body to have black energy swirling around them.

She interfered and caused an unexpected turn of events, but the minor bad luck still lingered on Nangong Qian. She was too lazy to calculate it, since it was just a small matter of losing some things and tripping, and it wouldn't affect the changes in her destiny.

That key, however, held a secret.

Nangong Qian only realized that the big boss had been staring at her after losing her keys. She looked bewildered but was uneasy inside.

Did you not swear just now?

Thinking about it carefully, no!

So he glared at Qiao Feng, then immediately straightened his back, picked up his backpack, and moved towards Jing Li.

His attitude changed 180 degrees, and he said with a grin, "Boss, I didn't swear just now." His curved eyebrows and eyes made him look like a child waiting to be praised by his parents.

She didn't know why, but even though the girl looked younger than her, she always felt a chill down her spine when she was being stared at, as if she had been caught doing something wrong.

"Hmm, very good." Jing Li never hesitated to praise the younger generation.

Qiao Feng was completely confused by her appearance. He hadn't even noticed the person standing in the distance because of Nangong Qian's interference.

They looked over together, along with Yu Manwen.

The girl in the distance is lively and delicate, her figure like an elegant painting. Even though her clothes are tattered, it cannot hide her clear temperament, like the light ink in an ancient painting, fresh and refined.

Standing next to Nangong Qian, a typical glamorous beauty, the clash of two different styles is truly captivating.

What an ethereal girl!

While Qiao Feng was amazed, he suppressed his discomfort and asked, "Qianqian, didn't you leave yesterday? Why are you still here?"

He glanced at Jing Li out of the corner of his eye and asked, "And who is she?"

The bronze figure in his dream was eerie and terrifying, making him feel fearful. He needed to escape this strange place as soon as possible.

Jing Li accepted Qiao Feng's scrutiny without saying a word, simply watching them silently.

Nangong Qian's smiling expression immediately turned serious, and she looked at Qiao Feng with some reproach: "Second cousin! Yesterday, as soon as I left the village chief's house, someone followed me. I almost died. It's all your fault for not coming with me. I'm definitely going to tell Big Brother when I get back! Humph!"

She didn't tell him who Jing Li was, and it seemed she didn't even know the big boss's name. Nangong Qian was embarrassed.

Mentioning Nangong Qinghe, Qiao Feng felt a chill run down his spine; he was definitely going to get beaten up!

He was relieved that Xixi had not been persecuted. The thought of the consequences of being kidnapped filled Qiao Feng with lingering fear.

He picked up the Ferrari keys dejectedly, preparing to hand them to Nangong Qian, "Qianqian, what's meant to be yours is yours. We made a promise, there's no going back on it."

At this moment, Jing Li said something to Nangong Qian that left everyone present puzzled.

"You've been taken advantage of."

"Huh?" Nangong Qian was the first to express her doubt.

Qiao Feng and Yu Manwen exchanged puzzled glances.

Who is she? What is she saying?

"Boss, what do you mean by borrowing luck? Me? Who borrowed my luck?" Although she hadn't known the boss for long, she already completely trusted Jing Li and believed her words without a doubt.

She could understand the literal meaning of "borrowing luck"—which bastard dared to take her luck without her permission?

No wonder she never wins the lottery!

"That key contains a luck-borrowing talisman," Jing Li said with a faint smile, a hint of mischievousness in his voice. "If you stay with me, you won't die. I promised to save your life, but you still have some lingering bad luck. Originally, I wanted to see how this bad luck would affect you. Maybe... you'll trip and fall?"

Nangong Qian was bewildered and aggrieved; the big boss actually wanted to see her make a fool of herself.

Then, after thinking about it again, I ran straight over to get the key back, but I took out a wet wipe and carefully wiped it before picking it up with my fingertips.

Qiao Feng's face was flushed and hot. Did she really dislike him that much?

He sniffed the air, then felt nauseous again and quickly slowed his breathing.

Okay! I dislike it myself too!!!

Oh my God! ! !

Nangong Qian looked around for a while but couldn't see anything unusual. She looked up and asked Jing Li, "Inside?"

"Ah."

"Sisi, how could there be a luck-borrowing talisman inside? I only bought it a month ago and gave it to you. Do you think I'm trying to harm you? Don't listen to her nonsense."

Qiao Feng looked unwell. Who was that woman next to him? Why did Qianqian trust her so much? He had never seen such a person by her side before.