"Taoist Master, I remember"
Zhang Wei replied with an embarrassed expression, turned around, lowered his head and tidied up the house. Things in the room were taken out of what should be taken out, and things that were needed in the future were put directly into the boxes prepared in advance.
The room was not big, and Chu Feng had no place to stand while Zhang Wei was busy with his work, so he had to retreat outside.
Bang, a medium-sized voice sounded.
Chu Feng, who was standing outside the door, looked back and was stunned.
There was a stack of magazines on the ground. On the cover of the top magazine, there was a blond girl with exposed peaks, a red face, blurred eyes and an extremely perfect figure.
"Ahem, this was left behind by a friend when he left Jiangbei."
Zhang Wei explained awkwardly.
"Don't bring these things with you."
Chu Feng withdrew his gaze.
"knew"
Zhang Wei quickly bent over to pick up the magazine.
Beside the guardrail, Hui Hai, wearing a brand new white monk's robe, was holding a delicate-looking cigarette and looking at the sky that was not quite blue.
A handsome monk, this look is not very elegant.
Chu Feng wanted to remind this guy, but he turned around and offered a cigarette.
"Fishing cloisonné costs 3,500 a piece. Even if you have money, you can't buy it."
Chu Feng shook his head.
"I don't smoke. Smoking is harmful to health."
Hui Hai muttered something boring and smoked a cigarette as he was minding his own business.
This is a five-story patio-style building. There are people living on every floor, but the doors are locked, making the whole building very quiet.
Suddenly, a burst of slow footsteps came from the direction of the stairs.
Chu Feng turned around and saw a young man in his mid-twenties, about 1.75 meters tall, with an ordinary appearance and ordinary clothes. No one would give him a second glance in the crowd.
"You are?"
The young man looked at Chu Feng and Hui Hai in surprise.
"us……"
Before Chu Feng finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhang Wei's broken voice.
"Landlords, they are my friends"
Zhang Wei, with beads of sweat on his forehead and dirty body, walked out of the room, carrying a large garbage bag in his hand.
The magazine cover, which highlighted the exotic style, was now reduced to fragments and piled on top of the garbage bag.
The young people were immediately happy when they saw Zhang Wei's style.
"Okay, Zhang Wei, it's been a while since we last met, and you can clean up now."
Zhang Wei gave an ugly smile, then carried a large garbage bag and walked towards the trash can in the corridor.
"Oh, I tell you, don't put such a big bag here, send it to the big trash can downstairs."
The young man reminded him in a rude tone.
The landlord is very aggressive.
Zhang Wei looked back at the young man, said nothing, and went downstairs carrying a large garbage bag.
The young man walked to the door of the rental house and took a look at the clean room with a playful expression on his face.
Not long after, Zhang Wei returned and saw the young man still standing at his door, wondering: "Landlord, do you have a problem with me?"
The young man hummed, and then he slowly took out a piece of paper from his pocket. When he spread it out, there were dense calculations on it.
"Last month, this month, and next month's water, electricity, Internet, natural gas, property, and rent fees add up to a total of 5,618 yuan and 47 cents."
Zhang Wei's expression changed.
"How come it's ahead of schedule and there are six hundred more?"
The young man threw the note to Zhang Wei and said unceremoniously: "For my house, I can collect the rent whenever I want. What's the matter with a few hundred more? I don't care what the world is like now. There are no vegetables." The price is one per day. If you don’t want to live there, you don’t have to live there. There are many people rushing to live there.”
Zhang Wei was annoyed in his heart, thinking about the good but bad spirit he had cultivated, and said deliberately: "Ji Changlin, you are a vampire with sores on your head and pus on the soles of your feet. I worked hard to make money and ended up working for you."
The young man, Ji Changlin in Zhang Wei's mouth, was about to speak when he suddenly felt pain on the top of his head. When he reached out and touched it, he found a big sore.
As soon as the suspicion in my heart arose, I felt a sharp pain in the sole of my foot.
Ji Changlin made a low sound and quickly took off his shoes and socks to check.
It didn't matter at first glance, the sole of the foot was a big piece of rotten and now suppurating.
"This this……"
Ji Changlin had a frightened expression on his face.
Zhang Wei felt a little proud. In the past year or so he had lived here, he had been squeezed out by Ji Changlin because of rent issues, and now he was finally back.
"Zhang Wei, are you very proud now?"
The fear on Ji Changlin's face suddenly disappeared without a trace.
"you"
Zhang Wei looked at Ji Changlin doubtfully.
"The spell you cast just now is very interesting, very interesting. I will have a good discussion with you when I capture you later."
Ji Changlin waved his hand calmly.
Full of pretentiousness.
Two or three steps away, an illusory portal appeared out of thin air.
There was a ripple, and a very ugly man wearing a big red robe and dressed like a monster came out.
"Uh, why is it you?"
The indifference on Ji Changlin's face was replaced by confusion.
Damn, you summoned the wrong person.
"landlord?"
The visitor obviously knew Ji Changlin, and his expression was a bit astonished.
After a while, Ji Changlin pointed at Zhang Wei and said: "Grandma, this person is given to you."
"Wow, finally someone uglier than me."
From yesterday to now, Zhang Wei, who was overwhelmed by the handsomeness of Chu Feng and Hui Hai, felt joy from the bottom of his heart.
"Boy, you dare to laugh at me"
The visitor's expression darkened, and his murderous intent was revealed.
As a senior otaku and fan, Zhang Wei knows how to strike first and take advantage. He immediately said: "You have stomach cancer, nose cancer, lung cancer, brain cancer... you have cancer all over your body."
The person's body swayed, and then his face was filled with sneer.
"That's what you're made of!"
Zhang Wei saw that his silent words failed and quickly retreated to Chu Feng's side.
"Taoist Priest, why is it useless for him to just keep silent?"
Chu Feng, who had been an audience member for a long time, smiled and said: "The cancers you mentioned are all for humans. He is not a human being, so of course it won't have much effect on him."
Zhang Wei's mind flashed to the name Ji Changlin called the visitor just now, and he was surprised: "The grandma in the name of Ji is not the one in the movie "A Chinese Ghost Story", right?"
"You guessed it right, he is grandma, a demon king who has been practicing for thousands of years."
Opposite him, Ji Changlin had a playful smile on his face.
What a grandma, Zhang Wei swallowed and looked at Chu Feng asking for help.
"Huihai, go ahead"
Three hundred years ago, Chu Feng didn't even look down on this kind of stuff, and now he's even too lazy to do anything about it.
Hui Hai, who was still smoking a cigarette, was stunned for a moment, then smiled and nodded.
"It is the duty of a monk to eliminate demons and protect the Tao"
"monk"
Grandma, standing next to Ji Changlin, frowned slightly. In his world, monks are a more difficult species to deal with.
"I'm just going to fight you, a thousand-year-old tree demon, in a few tricks."
Hui Hai stretched out two fingers, took off the cigarette, and slowly blew out a smoke ring in a very pretentious manner.
"The number of monks who died in my hands is not even a hundred but eighty. Since you want to die, I will help you."
Grandma showed no sign of weakness.
With every move of his hands and feet, the demonic aura is flying like a dragon.
