Chapter 151 The King of Cost-Effectiveness “Meet the saint.” At the call that sounded like a death curse, Grantham put down his saber, jumped from the window sill, and landed firmly at the door. "Are you coming with me yourself, or am I going to knock you out and take you away?" The witch looked at Granville quietly, but her voice was extremely serious. Glenqing took a breath and spoke with the same serious attitude: "Saint, can you listen to what I have to say?" “You want to delay?” "You don't even pay attention to Mr. Qin now, so what's the point of delaying my time?" Grantham shook his head: "I just want to make it clear, make it clear, and clear up the misunderstanding." "Misunderstand?" Hearing this, the witch suddenly felt anxious: "What did that guy instill in you?" There are filters that I like and dislike.
When a person hates another person from the bottom of his heart, let alone breathing, the existence of the other person is a mistake. “Mr. Qin didn’t instill anything in me, and what I want to say now has nothing to do with him.” Grameen looked directly into the witch's eyes: "Saint, I know that you are a person who values love and justice. No matter how difficult the situation is, you will never give up on any of your brothers and sisters..." In fact, in the movie, the witch stepped into a trap to save two subordinates, and was eventually forced to throw herself into a well to die. After her death, she turned into a ghost and was beaten to death. Putting aside everything else, in terms of being a boss, she is qualified. "But..." At this time, after praising the witches, Grantham finally reached the turning point: "The key is that I and my brothers do not need to be saved! We are tired of the days of licking blood from the edge of a knife. Now we are living a comfortable life and don’t want to go back. I know this answer may seem cruel to you, but for us, this is the future of life. Saintess, just stop here. I don’t want to see anything happen to you. " These words were sincere, but they were particularly harsh to the ears of the witch. It is said that good words are bitter to the mouth and good for illness, and loyal words are bad to the ears and good for deeds. However, in reality, most of these two sentences are said to others. Once they fall on oneself, they will change their taste. "Benefactor, I think she is right!" Just when she was filled with depression and didn't know where to vent her anger, the red wedding dress appeared again, adding fuel to the fire. The witch's eyes flashed with red and green light, and her body turned into an afterimage. She quickly came to Gran Ching and raised her hand to grab her throat. "Holy Girl, are you trying to force me to death?" Grantham knew that given her strength, resistance would have no effect other than arousing the witch's ferocity. She could only try to arouse the witch's innermost feelings. Good. The witch grabbed her by the throat and dragged her body towards the darkness: "Your life is given by me. Without my permission, you can't die even if you want." “Stop!” At the critical moment, a bright divine light suddenly fell from the sky, manifesting into a **** wearing a vermilion official robe and a black official hat. This man of God stood in the air, his eyes were like lightning, and his power was like mountains and seas. He was so majestic that no one dared to look directly at him. “City God?” The witch was trembling: “Why did you stop me?”
Chen Chenghuang stretched out his hand and pointed at Ge Lanqing: "You can't take this person away." "She is the leader of my caravan, why can't I take her away?" the witch said with a hint of anger. Chen Chenghuang shook his head and had no intention of explaining anything to her. He stretched out his hand and pointed down. A black iron chain shining with a faint golden light flew out of the air and bound the witch from her arms to her legs. Not everyone is worthy of his explanation. If you don’t want to drink the toast, you will have to drink the fine wine. "Chen Chenghuang..." Glen Qing gasped for air and shouted loudly. "There's no need to plead with me." Chen Chenghuang waved, and the black iron chain flew up with the witch's body: "I plan to send her to Yizhuang. What to do with her is Qin Yao's business." Glen Ching fell to her knees with a bang and kowtowed: "Please let the city **** let her go. Although she came to the door again and again, she never had any bad intentions and just wanted to take me away. If If you send her to Yizhuang, Mr. Qin will definitely kill her, Lord Cheng, she will not die!" "Is the crime not worthy of death?" Chen Chenghuang sneered: "You said that the leader of the horse thieves who committed all kinds of crimes such as burning, killing, looting and committing all kinds of crimes is not worthy of death? She has so many sins, her karma is almost condensed into a thunder cloud, even if she is wiped out. You deserve it! Besides, you did a lot of bad things in the first half of your life. If you hadn't been lucky enough to join Qin Yao's family, do you think you would have had a chance to change your ways?" Glenqing was speechless after being scolded, and could only kneel on the ground, watching the city **** take the saint away quickly... Eve of dawn. In Yizhuang, in the wing room. Qin Yao suddenly woke up when he felt a trace of the divine aura in his sleep, got out of bed, put on his clothes, and walked quickly towards the door. “Mr. Qin.” Yan Ruyu, who was on duty tonight, greeted. "Hard." Qin Yao nodded and kept walking. When he walked out of the door, whether intentionally or by coincidence, Chen Chenghuang happened to bring the witch who was **** to the clouds. "Meet the Lord City God." Qin Yao just glanced at the witch and roughly guessed the reason. "No need to be polite." Chen Chenghuang waved his hand, pointed at the witch and said, "You don't need to say anything more, right?" "I appreciate your kindness." Qin Yao smiled and said: "A new Chenghuang Street will be opened in the west district of Fucheng in a while. How do you feel about it?" The corners of Chen Chenghuang's mouth were slightly raised, which showed that he was in a happy mood: "Good. Congratulations to Boss Qin for his abundant financial resources." He stayed up late at night and was busy sending people here in person. Wasn't it just to cash in the favor? It’s not that he doesn’t understand the principle of favors accumulating. Although it’s not ugly to be in a hurry to cash in, the actual benefits gained will be lost. It's just logic. He doesn't want to put all his bets on Qin Yao. Otherwise, if something happens to Qin Yao, will he have to ask Lin Jiu for the favor he has accumulated by helping him again and again? It is better to settle things one at a time, seize the day and get the benefits first, which is the right thing to do. “Then do I also want to congratulate Boss Chen on his prosperity?” Qin Yao said with a smile. They are all **** foxes, no one should play Liaozhai. What is Lao Chen thinking? Qin Yao basically knows a lot about it, but he is not tired of it. Hate to part with silver paper, unable to seduce girls. Lao Chen is much more important than ordinary girls. After all, fairies and maidens who have reached his level of cultivation will not stay in one place to act as security guards for you even if their heads are wet!
From this aspect, Lao Chen is definitely the king of cost-effectiveness among the gods... In order to mobilize his subjective initiative and cultivate his valuable spirit as a master, the best way to deal with it is to show the relationship with others! (End of this chapter)