Mo Zheng smiled bitterly and said, "I asked the master about it. He didn't want to be involved in this cause and effect, and he also asked me to stay away from Brother Hao."
"Even though Brother Hao took out the extremely rare luck-gathering stone, my master remained unmoved."
"You don't know my master's temper. No one can dissuade him from what he believes in."
The girl said with a bad temper: "I don't care, you obviously have the ability to help Brother Hao. Anyway, whenever you can help Brother Hao get rid of the backlash of heaven, I will go with you."
"Mo Zheng, I gave you my first time. You are my first man. You won't let me down, right?"
Speaking of this, the girl pretended to squeeze out a few tears, and said with tears in her eyes: "I have been blessed with kindness for thousands of years. I didn't force you to do anything for me. I just don't want you and I to feel guilty for the rest of our lives after Brother Hao dies."
"You see, I casually mentioned to him yesterday that I had no place to live after leaving Footbath City. He called me today and said that he had bought a villa and it was a wedding room for us."
"Such a good big brother, wuwuwu..."
The girl covered her face and sobbed, which made Mo Zheng feel heartbroken.
He hugged the warm nephrite in his arms tighter, and said with a calm gaze: "Give me some more time, and I will go and persuade the master."
"Can it be done?" The girl named Jiamu burst into tears.
Mo Zheng gritted his teeth and said: "For you, I will try my best, no, I will definitely let the master help Brother Hao once."
"Well, baby, you are the best to me." The girl's red lips fell.
Mo Zheng, who was new to the world, had no idea that this was a plan carefully prepared by Ding Hao for him.
He even didn't expect that just when he was with the girl, Ding Hao, sitting in front of the surveillance camera on the top floor of this foot bath city, smiled in triumph.
With a cigarette in his mouth, he looked at the man and woman on the screen with interest, and casually made a phone call: "Dad, the fish has been caught."
"Hey, don't worry, this kid is happy now."
"If Tai Xuzi doesn't want to gather the Luck Stone, I don't believe he can stop Mo Zheng, who will be the future of the Taoist sect."
"I really want to thank Master Lingxi. Without her guidance, how could I have found the place where I was destined to die?"
"Okay, okay, okay, when Master Lingxi comes back, I will come to thank you personally."
"By the way, Dad, you have to ask Master Lingxi, what should I do if this plan fails to defeat Tai Xuzi?"
"Okay, I'll wait for your news."
After hanging up the phone, Ding Hao let out a long breath, pumped his fist excitedly and said, "Brother, my life depends on you."
"Tsk, Jiamu, this bitch can pretend really well."
Ding Hao laughed crazily and burst into tears.
At the same time, in the RV heading to Miaojiang, Lingxi, who was taking a nap on the bedside, received a text message of thanks from Ding Changyou.
She finished reading with a deep smile, threw her phone aside, and murmured to herself: "Jiang Shenjun is helping Chen Xuanjun to commit evil. If you don't care, don't blame me for scheming against Taoism."
"It's just a game of chess. If you know how to play, I can also play."
"Uncle Xinglan is right. I would rather be a shameless villain than imitate the uprightness of my master."
"Old drunkard, with Ding Hao's karma, how many more years do you have to live to help Mo Zheng secretly make plans?"
"Of the six major forces, the first one to be eliminated is Daomen."
"Who will you play with next?" Lingxi closed his eyes tightly and asked himself, "Xuanmen?"
