My magic stick is going to heaven!

Wen Changlang patted him on the shoulder very kindly, and said:

"Little brother, what are you doing! I, that can fight a hundred ghosts alone, send souls to overcome grievances, Wen's Yinyang shop, shake all the ghosts and ghosts in the world, the ancestors of our ancestors, that can dominate the underworld of!"

As soon as Shang Yanzhou came down from the stairs, what he heard was this bold statement and the extremely incongruous scene of hooking his shoulders and his back. His footsteps stopped immediately. At this time, Shang Yunyi came over and patted Pat him on the shoulder and say:

"It's rare for the old man to meet someone who can talk so much. Let's bear with it."

Shang Yanzhou raised his eyebrows and said nothing, then walked straight over, sat down opposite Mr. Shang, and said abruptly:

"Grandpa, Grandma Wenfang next door said that she likes elegant people like Grandpa Lu Zhixuan."

Lu Zhixuan is a man who Mr. Shang has fought all his life. When he was young, he was no match for martial arts competitions. When he was old, he was no match for knowledge and cultivation.

As soon as he heard Lu Zhixuan's name, Mr. Shang gave Shang Yanzhou an angry look, and said with a beard and a stare:

"What age is that old ghost, and he still wears a braid like the predecessors, and he knows how to read all day long. He is extremely pedantic, what's so embarrassing!"

Wen Changlang echoed: "That's right! An excellent person like us, with a look that kills all ages, can't compare to him, an arty person!"

Mr. Shang felt that he had finally met his confidant, and he smiled from ear to ear:

"Yes, yes, my little brother has insight!"

If Wen Langlang has a tail, it is estimated that it is already up at this moment:

"Little brother, you are welcome!"

The smile on Shang Yanzhou's lips gradually stiffened, and slowly turned into a sneer. At the same time, he beckoned to the butler, and ordered:

"Butler, don't worry about them, let's serve."

The housekeeper is ashamed: "Yes"

As soon as the dishes were served, Wen Changlang's chattering mouth stopped immediately, and he straightened his body, looking at the dishes on the table, his eyes lit up.

I go!Isn't it steamed corn bread with pickles?What are these shiny and shiny things? !

Swallowing hard, Wen Changlang's hands were shaking, and he didn't know which plate to reach for.

In the end, with a fixed gaze, he stared directly at the plate of golden roast duck, and moved very quickly with his hands down.

By the time the butler took out a sharp knife and was about to slice the roast duck, Wen Changlang had already swallowed it down.

The butler moved stiffly: "..."

For a meal, only Wen Changlang and Mr. Shang finished the meal with a smile.

Shang Yanzhou's hand holding the chopsticks paused for a while, and finally pursed his lips with a napkin gracefully, then turned around and said to Shang Yunyi:

"Father, I'm going back to the Inspector first."

After finishing speaking, he walked out of the hall with the police officer's military cap in his hands. Shang Yunyi waved his hand and asked the driver on the side to see him off, while he turned around and went up to the second floor.

As for Wen Changlang, he stood outside the big iron gate of the Shang Mansion with his stomach full and hands on his hips, and it took an entire hour before he recovered.

Calculating the time, it was almost time. Wen Changlang went back to the house, took out his dilapidated wooden box, smashed out the contents, took out a summoning bell, three talismans, a round of eight trigrams, and then , and then rolled a length of long red thread and held it in the palm of his hand.

Now, just wait until 12 midnight.

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Wen Changlang didn't know how long he had been sleeping in the living room. He only knew that when he opened his eyes, what he saw was an enlarged version of Shang Yanzhou.

Wen Changlang was startled, jumped back instinctively, covered his face reflexively, and asked in a horrified tone:

"What do you want!"

Shang Yanzhou glanced at him playfully, and laughed a little:

"What do you think I want to do?"

Wen Changlang continued to back away: "I tell you! I, Wen Changlang, besides relying on blood to eat, also rely on this face to marry a wife! If you want to touch my face, there is no way!"