Refuse to spoil!The milk bag is the most curly working child in Xuanmen

Chapter 101 101. The Power of a Half Immortal
Luo Mingli was happy when he saw Qi Susu's thumbs up, Chu Renfeng also came out of the room at this time and called him: "Mingli, sleep."

He walked out casually wearing a gray apron, but just happened to see Jiang Zhen: "Jiang Zhen? Come and tell Susu to go back?"

Jiang Zhen nodded: "We should go to sleep."

Chu Renfeng laughed: "We are also going to sleep, and we will continue performing arts tomorrow."

He patted Luo Mingli's head: "Let's go!"

The blond boy took the instrument and waved to Qi Susu: "Good night, Susu!"

Qi Susu also waved: "Good night!"

Luo Mingli followed Chu Renfeng back to the house, and Qi Susu followed Jiang Zhen back to the house.

Jiang Zhen was very curious: "Little Guanzhu likes to listen to music?"

Qi Susu shook her head: "His music is very special."

These words are full of profound meaning, but Jiang Zhen didn't appreciate it. He doesn't understand music, and he doesn't think there is anything nice to hear.

So he didn't think deeply, and fell asleep.

……

At dawn the next day, the contestants in each group started to go out to earn money again.

After two days of experience, they basically have their own business model, and the audience is divided into several waves according to their own tastes.

It is worth mentioning that Yan Zifeng packed up his things early this morning and left.

The director was a little annoyed at being so casual.

But soon, [-] million funds arrived, and the director's anger disappeared instantly.

The funder's father is really too polite, and he has to invest [-] million after leaving.

In order to express his sincerity to the gold master's father, the director even took the initiative to explain to Yan Zifeng:
"Yan Headquarters has something to do. I left this morning. I will maintain the grouping at the beginning of the show. Everyone, let's start working."

The members of each group walked out of the room one after another, and Fu Qiming murmured to Fu Anran: "What does this Yan family do? So rich?"

Although [-] million is just some small change to him, the key point is that he will not be so stupid as to vote in a reality show.

Burning so much money, the older generation of the Yan family don't care about this unworthy descendant?
Fu Anran raised her eyelids slightly: "Maybe he's an antique collector."

Fu Qiming didn't hear his words clearly, he was busy thinking about it himself.

Fu Anran quietly followed Fu Qiming, only half a step slower, a little purple light appeared in his eyes, and after a while, another rough voice spoke in his mind:
"Hahahahaha, after so many years of lurking, our plan has finally made great progress."

"Now just wait for that kid to obediently take the treasure."

Fu Qiming asked calmly, "Are you sure you can control him?"

It is true that "it" can bestow spiritual power on others, but the person who is granted spiritual power becomes a puppet of "it".

Their real purpose is not only the three relics, but also Yan Zifeng's service for them.

The deal has been a bloodbath from the start.

It's just that Yan Zifeng, who is a collector, really can't find this trap?
The Treasure Appreciation Association brings together the most famous collectors in the entire metaphysics world, and the collectors of the treasures are almost all powerful, relying on their strong capital and strong plundering power to become collectors of the treasures.

There is only one exception, and that is the ordinary person Yan Zifeng.

An ordinary person with no spiritual power and no power, there is a reason why he can collect a large number of relics, and he is so feng shui in the metaphysics world.

It can be seen that at least he himself is very thoughtful.

According to Fu Anran, he is not easy to use.

The voice in his head also thought of this, he stopped laughing, and said calmly: "You don't really think I have no backup, do you?"

Fu Anran: "How to say?"

The voice in my head became cold: "I put the tracking power on him, all we need is an address where he collects the relics."

The purple light brightened, and the voice in my head said viciously: "Let me see where that kid has gone...um...he has gone..."

Fu Anran looked up at the sky, but suddenly saw a touch of gold flashing high in the sky.

That is……

not good!

He quickly grabbed Fu Qiming's hand and squatted down: "Brother, my stomach hurts..."

Fu Qiming was dumbfounded, he hugged him worriedly: "Where does it hurt? Let me see!"

Fu Qiming hissed in pain, the person in front of him attached himself to his lower body, and the huge purple luck covered him, completely covering all the filth in it.

Fu Anran lowered her head slightly, and leaned closer to Fu Qiming. When she opened her eyes to look at the sky after a while, the golden light circled suspiciously, and then disappeared into the sky.

Fu Qiming hugged him, a little at a loss. To be honest, he really didn't know what to do if the child suddenly had a stomachache:

"Or...or should we go to the hospital?"

"Ah... much better..."

Before he could react, Fu Anran suddenly let out a long sigh and got up slowly.

Fu Qiming was surprised, did it get better so quickly?
Something always feels wrong.

He asked, "Where did it hurt just now, why did it suddenly get better?"

Fu Anran stood up, patted her princess dress, and said calmly: "It may be a bifurcation, and my stomach hurts from being twisted."

Fu Qiming still had doubts in his heart, but seeing that Fu Anran's expression was really calm, he was a younger brother after all, so he still chose to believe it.

So he still comforted him and said, "It's fine if it doesn't hurt. I'll treat you to a big meal at noon when I make a lot of money!"

Fu Anran hummed, blinked, and smiled.

The voice in my head was tightly shut, extremely silent.

After a while, he said in shock, "...has it passed?"

Fu Anran walked behind Fu Qiming, his eyes were cold: "The guardian god has moved to the capital, and the new god was patrolling just now, and almost sensed you."

The voice in my head was very gloomy: "...I know, when did it happen? Hasn't no one successfully performed the god-moving ceremony for thousands of years?"

Fu Anran sneered: "What I'm talking about is, who can move God without the two of us noticing..."

A figure of a little girl suddenly appeared in his mind, and Fu Anran shut up.

He became gentle almost instantly, and smiled helplessly: "It will be difficult for the two of us to do what we want to do in the future, so please pay attention."

The voice in my head was disdainful: "Is a small city guardian god worthy of my fear?"

"The only one who can be looked up to by this deity is the God of Protector of a Country."

Fu Qiming reminded: "Just now you were frightened."

The voice in my mind was faint: "If we are discovered, the deity's plan will directly fail. I am not afraid of him, but I am not interested in provoking him."

Fu Anran agrees with this point: "Stop using your ghost power, at least wait until the time is right."

The voice in my head didn't speak, it should be acquiescing, just when Fu Qiming came to the commercial building and was calling him: "Fu Anran, hurry up!"

Fu Anran nodded obediently: "Here we come!"

(End of this chapter)