This condition is too tempting.
But Mo Qian didn't agree.
She tilted her head and looked at Qiao Qirui, and asked in confusion, "Your son and grandson demolished my Taoist temple. Shouldn't they pay for it? Why do you want you to repair it for me?"
"Uh..." This sentence stopped Mr. Qiao.
He paused for a long while and then changed the conditions.
Qiao Qirui clasped his hands and saluted Mo Qian, "In this case, if Master Mo Qian is willing to help me teach my grandson a lesson, I will build a golden statue of your ancestor. What do you think?"
Mo Qian readily agreed to this condition, "Deal."
After she finished speaking, she turned back to look at everyone, "Do you have any scissors?"
"!!!"
The word "scissors" shocked everyone.
In these days, becoming a eunuch is not such a reform...
What's more, the little girl is still an unmarried girl!
Qiao Qirui looked at Mo Qian in embarrassment, "Qianqian, can you tell the difference between chemical castration and physical castration..."
Brothers from the Gu family, "..."
Not to mention chemistry and physics, his Qianqian can clearly distinguish mathematics and Chinese, which is already a great progress...
No one in the room responded.
Mainly, I don't know how to react at this moment.
But there is one person who is very positive.
He immediately handed over a Swiss Army Knife, "Miss Mo Qian, can you use small scissors?"
The person who spoke was Ye Fei.
He carries a Swiss Army knife in his pocket.
He pulled out the small scissors inside. The blade was about two finger joints long.
When Qiao He saw it, he rubbed his temples and said in a low voice, "You are here to see the show, not to add fuel to the fire."
When Ye Fei heard this, he quickly put the knife back.
But how could Mo Qian agree?
She quickly stepped forward and took the saber from Ye Fei's hand, "It works. I'll return it to you after use."
When Ye Fei heard this, he quickly waved his hand, "No need, just throw it away after use!" Who dares to ask for this...
Mo Qian held the knife and clicked it.
Although the blade is not long, it is still a pair of scissors.
Qiao Junfeng turned pale with fright, but he was being held up by two people and couldn't run away at all.
He saw Mo Qian holding up the scissors and walking towards him with a smile.
Qiao Junfeng screamed in fright, "I'll marry, I'll marry, isn't it okay to get married!"
As soon as he said these words, Mr. Qiao was very angry.
Mr. Qiao swung the crutch onto his leg, "Shut up, you deserve it!"
"Grandpa! Grandpa! I was wrong!" Qiao Junfeng cried and begged.
But no one paid attention to him.
Mo Qian held the scissors in his fingers and walked slowly towards him. Qiao Junfeng was so scared that he almost cried.
He asked Gu Xiangwei for help again, "Xiangwei, save me!"
As a result, there was no help, and he received another crutch on his leg from his grandfather.
Qiao Junfeng had no way to call for help and his legs were trembling.
Seeing that Mo Qian had already walked up to him, she held the scissors and clicked them twice.
"Where have you hidden my master's ashes?"
Hearing this, Qiao Junfeng shook his head desperately, "I don't know, I didn't take it!"
Upon hearing this, Mo Qian lowered his hands, stopped the scissors two centimeters in front of the zipper of Qiao Junfeng's pants, and clicked twice more.
Qiao Junfeng suddenly moved his legs together, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Human power is infinite.
When the moment of death came, Qiao Junfeng generated tremendous power.
He pushed the driver beside him and finally got rid of the restraint. He rushed out suddenly and couldn't tell the direction at all.
Running around like a headless fly, avoiding Mo Qian's scissors.
He runs away, she chases.
Qiao Junfeng ran around the room, making the room a mess.
Qiao Tiansheng just ignored his son.
He couldn't sit still now.
The house was full of his treasured antiques, which cost a lot of money.
"Be careful, be careful!" Qiao Tiansheng lamely chased after everyone, fearing that someone would smash his precious antique.
It's a pity that no one paid attention to him.
Mo Qian didn't care about him.
She was teasing and chasing after Qiao Junfeng like a cat chasing a mouse.
No matter how hard he ran, Qiao Junfeng could not outrun Mo Qian.
He ran from the first floor to the second floor, from the second floor to the third floor, and from the third floor back to the attic. Along the way, he stumbled and broke several of his father's treasures.
Until I rushed to the attic.
In the middle of the room, there is a large earthen jar.
The tile jar looks heavy and heavy.
But Qiao Junfeng only touched it lightly, and the jar fell to the ground with a clang, shattering into pieces.
did not expect.
The jar turned out to be like a matryoshka doll. Instead of being empty, a porcelain bottle fell out.
The jar-shaped thing rolled out gurglingly and rolled dozens of times on the ground before finally stopping.
There are pieces of yellow paper stuck on the jar...
Qiao Junfeng was stunned when he looked at the jar.
Mo Qian was also stunned.
Of course she knew this talisman.
That's the talisman she drew.
She is more familiar with this jar because it is her master's ashes!
After looking for the urn for more than half a month, I found it like this...
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It turned out that the vat had been set up with a barrier.
So Mo Qian couldn't calculate the location of the urn.
She walked around outside Qiao Tiansheng's house several times, but she never felt the presence of her master's ashes.
Mo Qian carried Master's ashes urn to the first floor with a serious look on his face.
Put it on the table with a "bang" sound.
With a cold face, she pointed at a few people in the room and said, "You guys, come and kowtow to my master."
The ones she pointed out were Qiao Tiansheng, Qiao Junfeng, and that old bastard Luliu.
Mo Qian nodded, but they didn't move.
Mo Qian wasn't upset either.
She took out three talismans from her sleeves and immediately threw them towards the three of them.
Qiao Tiansheng and Qiao Junfeng immediately knelt on the ground.
But Luliu was fine. When he saw this, he sneered, "Little girl, I told you that you are not good at what you do."
After Mo Qian threw it away, he ignored him.
She turned to her master's urn and bowed, "Master, the murderer who stole your ashes has been found, and the rest belongs to you."
After Mo Qian finished speaking, he saw the urn on the table suddenly moved.
Everyone was shocked.
The lights in the room then flickered out.
The room was dark.
A moment later, three long-lasting screams were heard in the room.
No one dared to move.
Until the lights have returned to light.
At this time, everyone looked towards the place where the sound came from.
Luliu was seen kneeling on the ground at this time.
On the faces of the three of them, a word was tattooed bloodyly at the same time, "Steal"!
Mo Qian looked at Master's masterpiece with satisfaction.
Then he picked up his scissors again and walked towards Qiao Junfeng.
At this time, Qiao Junfeng seemed to be pinned to the ground. He could only kneel there, unable to move.
Mo Qian walked up to him, but Qiao Junfeng didn't dare to show off anymore.
He kept pleading, "Please master, please spare my life!"
It's a pity that Mo Qian is not so kind-hearted.
She held the scissors and waved them in front of and behind Qiao Junfeng.
At this time, Qiao Junfeng was already mentally broken.
He screamed for mercy, but his eyes were completely closed, and there was a large yellow water stain under his knees.
Mo Qian wrinkled his nose.
Can't stay any longer.
She immediately stretched out her scissors and clicked them twice on Qiao Junfeng's head, cutting off a piece of his hair.
Mo Qian took the hair and took out a piece of talisman paper from her pocket. She drew a talisman with a few strokes on the spot, then wrapped the hair and stuffed it into Qiao Junfeng's mouth.
A little more down his throat.
The "talisman hair" was swallowed by Qiao Junfeng.
Mo Qian clapped his hands proudly.
"You won't have lust anymore."
After she posted it, she turned around and looked at Su Rulan again.
"We can discuss marriage now, and Gu Xiangwei will not abort any more children in the future."
Everyone, "..."
This really eliminates risks from the source...
