The old nine-door one eight mausoleum-style fake counselor Ba Ye

The mausoleum was brought back to the tomb by Wu Guang, and it was not known if Wu Guang was psychic, deliberately playing tricks on him, and even put him face down on the coffin lid.

Ling Duan opened his eyes and saw a black arm that was dripping yellow water from time to time trying to touch his face, "Damn it!"

A jerk at the end of the mausoleum rolled directly off the coffin lid and rolled on the ground several times before regaining consciousness.

Lingduan, who became angry from embarrassment, watched Zongzi struggling for so long without going out of the house, and dared to scare him. Suddenly, he was really angry from his heart, and the evil grew out of his guts. A handful of Thunderbolt bombs, stretched out his hands and flicked them, and threw anyone who didn't pull them into the coffin. He kept pinching the formula in his hand, and used a heavy weight against the lid of the coffin to firmly press the zongzi back. In the depths of the coffin, the sound of "bang bang" in the coffin was mixed with the roar of zongzi. It lasted for a quarter of an hour before it gradually subsided. After being reincarnated safely, Lingduan felt that his spirit was much smoother, and he put away the protective formation in high spirits, and led the adoring fellows out of the ancient tomb according to the original method!

As soon as Ling Duan climbed out of the robbery cave, Zhang Qishan's personal soldiers greeted him with guns in hand.

"Is it Mr. Qi? Sir, please go over there." The soldier with the gun pointed to the car where he was, and motioned for Ling Duan to go up.

"Zhang Qishan looking for me?" After walking around the mausoleum, he took back Limo and remembered many old things. Now he really wants to see the face of the elder brother. "Take your things and return to Master Jiu. I don't even like things. Just ask Master Jiu to reward you for your hard work."

Ling Duan cupped his fists at the guys, "Qi takes a step first."

【Zhang Mansion】

"Sir, Mr. Qi is here." The adjutant respectfully knocked on the door of the study and reported to Zhang Qishan.

Zhang Qishan subconsciously sorted out the documents that he hadn't turned over all afternoon. He didn't understand why he was so emotionally affected by a fortune teller who just met by chance.

He fled from the northeast to Changsha. He was in distress many times along the way, and his savior had saved a lot, but he had never been so worried about anyone. It felt like he was used to worrying about it a long time ago. It's like he's gone.

Zhang Qishan shook his head and laughed, how could it be possible, the little fortune teller is so special, if he had appeared in his life before, he would be deeply impressed.

"Little fortune-teller, look at you. You can't lift your shoulders or lift your hands. You only know how to eat. You look like a frail scholar. I didn't expect that you would dare to lead the team to fight by yourself?" On the sofa, staring straight at the apples on the coffee table, he thought of making fun of him.

"Zhang...er...Master Jun! As the old saying goes, people die for money, and birds die for food. I don't have money to eat, so even if it's a business with my head in my head, I have to push forward." Ling Duan wanted to call Zhang Qishan famous, but the adjutant's eyes were too sharp. He guessed that the adjutant's sandbag-sized fist would grow on him when Zhang Qishan called out. Call him sir, he is not a soldier. It's not suitable... I can only reluctantly call Jun Ye.

"Oh? You don't have money to eat, won't you come to my house? Do you still need to go to Lao Jiu to beg for food?" When Zhang Qishan passed by the coffee table, he took an apple and took a bite. He sat next to Ling Duan with his buttocks.In fact, he doesn't like to eat fruit, he just thinks the little fortune teller who can't eat apples and stares at him angrily is a little cute.

"Master Jun wanted me to come to Cengfan, why didn't you say it earlier, I was quite frightened today." Ling Duan unconsciously licked his lips, a little unable to control his hand that wanted to take the apple. "What's the matter with Master Jun calling me here? If there's nothing wrong, I'm going home for dinner!"

"Didn't you say you want to eat at my house? First, tell me about the situation at the tomb today, and the adjutant will ask the butler to set the table." Zhang Qishan threw the apple he had bitten into Ling Duan's arms, "Put your stomach first. "

"You've bitten it all and give it back to me. The dignified Changsha military officer won't be so poor that he can't even bear an apple."

"Who knows that every piece of Chinese food is painstaking? Eat it quickly, don't waste it!"

Seeing that Ling Duan wanted to argue again, Zhang Qishan quickly picked up the apple and stuffed it into the little fortune teller's mouth, blocking Ling Duan's long speech.

Ling Duan turned his head to look at Zhang Qishan in shock, looking at this face that resembles a big brother, holding an apple in his mouth, he couldn't recover for a long time, he felt that he should still be grateful to the behind-the-scenes manipulator of his life, at least he can now worry-free He gnawed on the apple carelessly and stared blankly at the big brother's face, all thanks to him.