"It's not impossible." Si Fuqing gestured with his little finger, "It's just that my destructive power is a little bit stronger after drinking. But boss, you are worthy of being a boss. You can calm me down without knocking me out, so you can calm me down while I'm here."

You can drink a little."

"Oh?" Yu Xiheng raised his eyebrows and said unhurriedly, "It seems that you called me out just to drink, you tool?"

"Of course not." Si Fuqing looked serious, "I want to report on my work. I can get 80 million yuan in salary this time, and I will give you half of it, boss."

Yu Xiheng was silent for a moment.

He couldn't help but think of what Yu Tang said to him a long time ago.

When someone who loves money very much is willing to share money with you, it must be true love.

Although it is a scam for pocket money, it does make sense.

But when he looked at her clear and bright eyes, he found that all the words that made sense became unreasonable to her.

Not enlightened.

Si Fuqing held his chin and blinked: "You don't believe it, do you?"

Yu Xiheng retracted her thoughts and smiled faintly: "As long as it's what you say, I believe it. If you want to drink it, you can drink it."

Si Fuqing decisively opened two bottles of beer: "Then I will drink it myself, and you won't drink."

Yu Xiheng raised his head and looked at her: "I only mentioned it once, please remember it clearly."

"The first rule of good employees is to remember the boss's preferences." Si Fu drank a bottle, "I am the best at dedication."

Yu Xiheng said nothing, just watched her drink.

She had a good drinking capacity and drank five or six bottles in one go, and then started to repeat the previous process, pretending to be a plant.

She became very well-behaved after drinking.

The destructive power is also really strong.

It can directly destroy a small forest in the Principality of Muston.

The night was quiet. Yu Xiheng sat quietly for a while, took off his suit jacket and covered Si Fuqing's body.

He also closed his eyes and stayed beside her.

At the same time, Master Mingdeng also found the location of Si Fuqing.

There were originally few people there late at night, and this place was so remote that there was no one else around.

Master Mingdeng turned his head and saw a man and a woman in front of him, and he frowned.

There are people around this disaster, so it's hard for him to take action.

This matter involves supernatural events, which are not accessible to ordinary people.

He tried his best not to let ordinary people discover this time.

Master Mingdeng planned to wait until Si Fuqing was alone before taking action.

He put his Zen staff aside and sat down cross-legged.

But just when Master Mingdeng sat down, Yu Xiheng held Si Fuqing's arm and paused.

"The visitor is a guest, so why should you be shy?" He said calmly, "Since you are here, why not come out and get together. Maybe you and I can be honest with each other."

His tone was calm, but his words were powerful.

The tone of voice is obviously neither high nor low, and it is extremely intimidating.

Master Mingdeng stood up suddenly, his expression suddenly changed!

He has been practicing for more than seventy years before he can preside over Guanghua Temple.

Of course, Master Mingdeng knows about the existence of evolvers and Onmyoji, and he also clearly knows that he is a physical practitioner and cannot compare with these talented people.

But it’s not something ordinary people can discover.

"Since you insist on hiding and don't want to show up." Yu Xiheng slowly opened his eyes, and there was a coolness in his light amber pupils, "Then I have no choice but to do it myself."

"Whoosh!"

The folding fan in his hand suddenly opened, and twelve silver spikes flew out instantly.

The speed was so fast that only afterimages were left in the sky.

The silver spike came through the air, and even the air made a tearing sound.

Master Mingdeng almost didn't react.

When he came to his senses, these twelve silver spikes were already in front of him.

He was shocked and immediately raised the Zen staff in his hand.

But the force of the silver spikes was too strong, and the Zen staff in Master Mingdeng's hand was hard to resist.

In a hurry, he rolled on the ground several times and managed to escape the hidden weapon attack.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Twelve timbre spikes sunk into the ground around him.

Master Mingdeng looked down and his pupils shrank violently.

Could it be that these hidden weapon techniques belong to the Mohist family?

Has this disaster hit the Mo family's path?

How much luck did this deprive Ji Qingwei of?

Master Mingdeng stood up with difficulty while holding on to his Zen staff.

Although he escaped from the hidden weapon, he also received many scars on his body in the process of avoiding it.

He was in a very embarrassed state, and he didn't even look like a eminent monk.

Master Mingdeng took a few breaths and then looked up: "Your Excellency..."

The man sat quietly on the chair. He hugged the girl with one hand and protected her head with the other hand.

And he carefully put on earplugs and a hat for her.

His narrow auspicious phoenix eyes were slightly raised, and his aura was natural, killing and fierce.

Master Mingdeng was horrified.

You can see it without even calculating.

Because the energy in a man is too strong.

Just sitting here, a steady stream of Qi was gathering towards him.

This is not the luck of others, but the power of belief that changes when popularity reaches a certain level.

Purple micro-luck, the destiny of the emperor!

Good morning in the new week~~
Chapter completed!