That night, Qian Feifan knocked on the door of Lin Lefeng and his wife. He was wearing sportswear and a hat on his top, which seemed a bit vulgar. As soon as he entered the door, he said, "Dragon Girl, let's talk about something."
Lin Lefeng and Jing'er had just started to fall in love. Ben prepared a bottle of red wine in the room, planning to get Jing'er drunk and then do some shameful things. Unexpectedly, Qian Feifan came to disturb him. He couldn't help but sullenly face Jing'er.
In front of him, he said: "What do you want to discuss so late at night? Let's talk about it tomorrow, I don't have time."
Qian Feifan pushed Lin Lefeng, "What are you doing? I'm not talking to you, so get out of here."
"Are you looking for a beating at night?" Lin Lefeng said angrily.
Jing'er saw the tension between the two rising sharply, so she stepped forward to stop him and asked Qian Feifan, "What's going on?"
Qian Feifan glanced at Lin Lefeng and said, "Let's go out and talk."
Lin Lefeng snorted, "How shameful are you? Is there anything you can't say here?"
"I don't want you to hear it, it has nothing to do with you." Qian Feifan said proudly.
Jing'er saw that Qian Feifan's expression was quite solemn, and it was probably business, so she said: "Okay, you go down to the living room and wait for me. I'll be down soon."
"Okay!" Qian Feifan glared at Lin Lefeng fiercely, then turned around and left.
Lin Lefeng looked at Jing'er with some depression, "You're going to leave me like this?"
Jing'er smiled and said, "I'll be back as soon as I go."
"He has no good intentions. A big man comes to see a big old lady at night. What else could it be? A pretty boy!" Lin Lefeng still had a personal grudge with the God of Death, and would speak ill of him immediately when he got the chance.
Jing'er smiled and said angrily: "Okay, a big man shouldn't be so arrogant. Go take a shower, I'll be back soon."
Lin Lefeng grabbed her, hugged her waist and said, "Kiss me."
Jing'er reached out and pushed his head away, "We'll talk about it when we get back."
"No, don't go on without kissing me!" Lin Lefeng stubbornly put his head into her and pressed her lips heavily.
The door was pushed open with a bang, and the wealthy and wealthy God looked at the two of them blankly, "What are you doing?"
Jing'er quickly pushed Lin Lefeng away, cleared her throat and looked at the wealthy man, and said with some embarrassment, "Why didn't you knock on the door when you came in?"
"What door are you knocking on? We are all our own people." The rich man came in wearing slippers and looked at the two of them curiously, "Aren't you a fake marriage? Why are you getting together? I understand, you are a couple.
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"Get out!" Lin Lefeng was angry. One of them was like this, and so were the two of them. It was not easy for him to talk about love with Jinger quietly. Can these people be more sensible?
"Oh, okay, I'll get out right away. Mr. Feng, I have something to do with you. Can I get out after I finish talking?" The local tyrant looked at Lin Lefeng with pleading in his eyes.
Jing'er said calmly: "Okay, you guys talk, I'll go down to find the God of Death." After saying that, she opened Lin Lefeng's fingers that were unwilling to let go, smiled, and went out and went downstairs.
Qian Feifan was waiting impatiently in the living room. When he saw Jing'er coming down, he complained: "Why does it take so long?"
Jing'er sat on the sofa and picked up a magazine, but Qian Feifan snatched it away and threw it on the coffee table. Qian Feifan said angrily: "I want to tell you something, can you be more serious?"
Jing'er glanced at him and said, "Okay, what you are talking about is not serious, so I will send you out to stay with the God of Fortune."
Qian Feifan was nestled on the sofa, sitting very upright. Qian Feifan always carried his handsome, high-end and classy posture. He glanced at her sideways and said, "Women are too fierce to marry."
"Thank you, I'm already married." Jing'er was a little impatient, "Let's talk about it!"
Qian Feifei then calmed down and said solemnly: "I want to say that Wang Qian escaped."
Jing'er was stunned and turned to look at him, "What do you mean?"
"She escaped from the underworld." Qian Feifan said in a more serious tone.
Jing'er felt that a ghost escaped from the underworld, which was not a big deal, but Qian Feifan specifically told her about it with such a solemn expression. Thinking about it, there must be something not simple about it. So, she looked at it with questioning eyes
Extraordinary money.
Qian Feifan sighed and said, "She stole the judge's soul-calling bell."
Jing'er was shocked, "How could this happen? The judge has always carried the soul-summoning bell with him, how could she be allowed to steal it?"
The judge's soul-summoning bell is different from the Taoist priest's soul-summoning bell. The judge's soul-summoning bell has the function of summoning souls. It can bring together the wandering souls outside. Generally, the souls wandering outside cannot enter the underworld and be reincarnated, so they are very resentful.
Seriously, if these souls gather together, they will definitely be filled with resentment. The ghosts will use their power to
You can use your grievances to disturb people in the underworld. There are many, many ghosts wandering in the world, too numerous to count. The judge's soul-calling bell is originally used to gather people once a month to strengthen management, but it is always a scourge to not be incorporated into the underworld.
However, such underworld rules have been established for many years and are difficult to change.
The judge made a huge mistake and let Wang Qian steal the soul-summoning bell. If he didn't find Wang Qian quickly and take back the soul-summoning bell, there would be endless troubles.
"You are the God of Death, you are responsible for settling this matter." Jing'er looked at him and said.
Qian Feifan looked at her proudly, "I am the God of Death and you are the Dragon Girl. I have responsibilities and so do you. You can't shirk all the responsibilities on me!"
Jing'er sneered, "It seems that you don't know much about the Long family. We are just the law enforcers of the Three Realms. We are specially responsible for supervising you ghosts and snake gods. If you make mistakes, I will punish you. As for exorcising demons and purifying demons, it is not my responsibility.
If I like it, I will do it; if I don’t like it, I will give up the burden."
Qian Feifan took a breath, "How can you say such irresponsible things? Let me tell you, the person Wang Qian hates the most is you. She will definitely come back to seek revenge on you. You don't want to bring harm to others.
Just go out and find her to clean up. Of course, you can let me go, 30,000 yuan."
Jing'er picked up the magazine and threw it on his head, saying angrily: "You still dare to talk to me about money? You haven't paid me back the 20,000 yuan I borrowed from you last time. Do you think my money was blown by the strong wind?"
?You are so short of money to be a cowherd, you are stupid!"
Qian Feifan reached out to cover his hair and said angrily: "Forty thousand!"
Jing'er stood up and looked like she was too lazy to tell him. She walked to the stairs and looked back at him, "If you don't settle it, I will punish you for dereliction of duty."
Qian Feifan's face looked strange and he glared angrily.
Jing'er climbed up the stairs, and when she saw that there were still two more steps to go, the God of Death roared, "Three thousand yuan, no more."
"Eight hundred, no more." Jing'er said calmly.
"Do you think I'm a beggar?" Qian Feifan went crazy, "Don't go too far. I've already reduced my salary from 30,000 to 3,000. It's a big concession!"
Jing'er shook her head and clicked her tongue: "Qian Feifan, you really should reflect on it, why are you doing so poorly? Rich people don't go to work, but they never need to borrow money to spend. You say you get a salary when you go to work, but you still rely on it blindly.
You can only live by blackmail, what kind of life are you doing?"
The wealthy man just opened the door and came out, shaking his head and saying: "No, no, I am already a employed person now. Mr. Feng has agreed to let me work as a security guard in their company."
Jing'er shook her head and looked at the door with the God of Mold. She really didn't know what to say...