Judging from Ying Jia's unluckyness, it is a luxury to be able to go home safely.

I won’t talk about this unlucky father, let’s talk about me here.

Because of a traffic accident and traffic jam on the road, it took me a while to return to the office from the scene of the car accident.

Ying Jia is fine, but the driver in the private car with a tire-blown tire is in trouble, and it is not certain whether he can survive or not.

This is not important, but someone actually called me for a threatening call.

I ignored the guy who pretended to be a ghost, but after this, I took this matter more seriously.

There is no doubt that someone really has set his sights on Ying Jia.

Ying Jia is just an ordinary person. If you want to say that there is something extraordinary about this past thirty years, it is that his child is about to come to the world.

Therefore, the "thing" that is eyeing Ying Jia should be the child Ying Jia who has not yet been born.

I looked at the phone and then dialed the number, but I got a prompt to turn off the phone.

Back at the office, I read the book and finally put down the Daozang in my hand.

Jiugong and the others are not suitable for running around in the near future, and the old Baihuang Overlord is not good either. Feng Dapao and the others have to help others deal with a surrender. All I can pull is the side cannon.

As for Fatty Zheng, he was mysterious as soon as he came back. I guess he was thinking about how to repay the strange things well.

When I talked about this, Bian Pao was also a little curious, so he was willing to go there happily.

He has been holding back so hard this time. Nowadays, there are few people who can buy coffins. The coffins he made are rented out to do so. But there is no way. Who told me that this is a craft passed down from ancestors? Why can't I just leave it alone and cut off the inheritance?

No matter what, Bian Pao was thinking about finding something else to do, and I happened to call him.

"Old Mo, you just came out of the Lock Dragon Well, can you withstand it?"

I talked about the current situation to Bakuo, Bakuo was worried about me.

"Of course!" I nodded without hesitation, "How can a man say no!"

Although the team in the Lock Dragon Well was pitted by the Demon, it also broadened its horizons. The pattern was a little bigger, and the courage was also good. The cultivation level did not improve, but the mind and character improved a little.

Moreover, when I was visualizing the support of the wood, I had burned all the remaining demonic thoughts and now I have returned to normal.

Of course, it is certain that you are physically exhausted after so much trouble, but it will not affect your actions.

"You said so, then let's go over and take a look tomorrow."

After the Bianpao agreed, I continued to go back to the house to visualize and practice.

Recently, people have always told us mysteriously that the new era is coming, and it is not that the storm is coming. Anyway, the meaning is the same, that is, something big will definitely happen soon.

Thinking of this, time is really tight. Even in today's world, my strength is not the strongest, and I am still far from it. I should think about how to seize the time to improve my studies.

Thanks to my master's teaching, I have never used elixirs to improve my cultivation since I started practicing. This is also related to my economic strength. Please allow me to smile bitterly.

While the magic power is pure, the speed of improvement of cultivation will be slower. The two old Taoists in Louguan Dao did not do as absolute as I did.

Now maybe it's time. When I think about it this way, I've been moving a lot in my heart. I plan to praise the rich again and then get some elixirs. Even if I don't help, I have to get some elixirs back.

This idea has fallen into place, but I haven't noticed it yet.

Under this situation, my mind was floating and I couldn't get into the state of cultivation, so I stood up and prepared to see what Bianpao was busy with.

At this moment, the door of the office suddenly sounded.

Something hit the wall next to the door violently.

I thought it was clear that there was a door, so why did I hit the wall? I thought about it and walked to the door.

As soon as I walked to the door, my face changed, because I could smell the blood outside through the door.

I was vigilant, on the one hand, I was ready to take action at any time, and on the other hand, I pushed open the door.

Looking out, I almost made my nose crooked because there was a Teddy with a brain-cracked brain.

The dog hit the wall outside with one head, and in just a moment, he hit himself to death.

This is simply suicide, otherwise it would not have been like this.

The greater possibility is that someone is using tricks behind the scenes to trick us, but such methods are really too good to be on the table.

It's a purely disgusting trick, maybe someone is warning me.

It’s not my fault for thinking too much, this is the biggest possibility.

I looked at it and there was no one around, so I bounced my fingers and a golden fire crow flew out, instantly burning the body of the unlucky dog, and even the blood on the wall was not preserved.

I looked around and released my divine thoughts, and I could see the situation within a hundred feet.

Unfortunately, I couldn't find out who was so despicable in the end.

I called the side cannon and asked him to put two paper men at the door. If someone dared to come over, I would definitely want him to look good.

After doing all this, I and Bian Pao entered the warehouse.

At this time, Bian Pao looked like a muscle-skinned brother, and was bare-handedly taking an axe and taking a slag, and the wood slag was poured out and flew around.

Since Bianpao occupied the warehouse, basically no one has come. Perhaps his style has its own effect of persuading the retreat.

After chiseling for about an hour, suddenly, the side cannon threw the axe and pinched his fingers.

I immediately reacted, and the Yang Shen left his body and came outside with the Ruomu Sword in an instant.

At this time, the two paper men on the side had already become like fighting. The two paper men, one on the left and one on the right, were pulling a woman with no eyes in the middle.

If there weren't two paper men here, the woman might have hit her head and died now.

A faint demonic aura was on this woman. It was the master of this demonic aura who controlled this woman and made her commit suicide by hitting the wall at the door of our office.

I was immediately angry and exclaimed, and the Yang Shen pointed out, and the woman fell into a coma.

Then, I didn't care about anything else, and the Yang God looked for the source of this wisp of demonic energy to chase after him.

The owner of the demonic aura also realized something was wrong, so he gave up the demonic aura directly.

But Yang Shen's speed was much faster than that of self-running. Within a few breaths, he had already reached a thousand meters away.

I was very fast, so the master of the demonic energy didn't have time to leave and was blocked by me.

This is a monster, but now he is turning into a human form, a fat man in a black duck down jacket, and still has shawl hair, as if he is engaged in art.
Chapter completed!