Reborn Ghost Cultivator

Chapter 16 Bet
Seeing that they were standing still and not daring to move, Mo Qianluo curled his lips in satisfaction, approached the little fat man, and said, "Why don't we make a bet."

"Bet? What bet?" The servants didn't dare to go up, and the little fat man felt a little nervous. Just now, he almost thought that Mo Qianluo was his father's upper body, no, he was even scarier than his own father.

"Just bet..." Mo Qianluo looked around, rolled his eyes, and suddenly had a brilliant idea, "Just bet on whether you will go into the dog hole at the west gate of our school today. If you go into it, it's fine." I win, you give me 500 yuan, if you don't get the drill, you win, you can do whatever you want, okay?"

The little fat man usually likes to instruct her to do things the most. It is a breeze to get a promise. With a promise, everything will be easy to handle.Once the bet is won, the money to buy rice paper will be available.

Hearing this, the little fat man laughed loudly, and nodded in agreement without saying a word: "Okay, if I win, you can go drill that dog hole and bark like a dog."

Drilling a dog hole, who would go into a dog hole if they have nothing to do?Song Xiaoluo is doomed.

"it is good."

The class time is approaching, the little fat man brought his "subordinates" back to his seat, a dispute was resolved, and most of the class witnessed this gamble that Mo Qianluo was sure to lose, and they all voted for Mo Qianluo Mo Qianluo ignored her sympathetic or stupid eyes, and sat down to take the textbook from his schoolbag. Beside him, the female ghost Xu Jing was looking left and right, and then found a seat to sit down with Mo Qianluo. Take class together.

bell--

The bell rang for class, this is a Chinese class, but I saw the class teacher walking in with the textbook in his arms, followed by a young lady with delicate features and a just right smile on his face. He was carrying a schoolbag. The school uniform has a special flavor even when he wears it.

Everyone has a love for beauty. Although the girls in the class are still young, they also know how to like beautiful ones. Therefore, when the little boy came in, the class became much quieter.

"Students, a transfer student came to our class today. He just came back from the United States and is still a little unfamiliar with this place. I hope everyone can take care of him in the future. Next, let's let him introduce himself to us, shall we? "The class teacher's face was full of smiles, the Song family had a great career, and the young master of the Song family gave her a lot of money when he came to study in the class.

At this time, the returnees were very surprised. The class was in an uproar, and they all looked at the podium as if they were looking at rare animals.

Mrs. Xiaozheng stepped forward, bowed ninety degrees, and smiled: "Hi everyone, my name is Song Yi. I will have a wonderful study life with you in the future. I hope we can get along happily." After finishing speaking, he glanced at the class with a smile. After sweeping around, when he reached Mo Qianluo, who was obviously wandering, he suddenly paused, and turned away after a while.

There was thunderous applause in the class, Xu Jing quietly approached Mo Qianluo's ear, and said, "Child, why do I feel that boy can see me?"

Hearing these words, Mo Qianluo turned his attention to the boy and looked him over. There was faint aura flowing from the little boy's body, and the whole person seemed to be exquisite, so he understood it, and said in a low voice, "He is a spiritual cultivator."

"What is a spiritual cultivator?" Xu Jing was even more confused. She floated in front of Mo Qianluo, with a big question mark vividly displayed on her entire face.

I almost forgot that Xu Jing was an ordinary person and didn't understand these at all, but it was troublesome to explain.Mo Qianluo frowned, thought for a while, and finally found a simple and easy-to-understand explanation: "Just like Lu Jianguo."

Lu Jianguo?Xu Jing understood, her complexion changed, and she floated back a few meters with a whoosh, never daring to look at the boy on the stage again.

It seemed that Lu Jianguo cast too much shadow on her.

"Okay, Song Yi, you go find a seat and sit down, and we start the class. Before the class, I have to explain to everyone that the Chinese teacher has a cold today, so the Chinese class will be taken by the teacher for the time being, okay?"

"it is good."

In fact, it didn't matter to the little ones in the class what class they took. A group of people looked at Song Yi eagerly, and they almost drove away their deskmates and let Song Yi sit next to them.

Song Yi walked down, walked to the empty seat next to Mo Qianluo, and asked softly, "Student, can I sit here?"

"If I say no, will you leave?" Mo Qian rolled his eyes. This person looks polite and easy to talk on the surface, but the smile on his face does not feel much sincerity. He is clearly a smiling tiger, and he can do this at a young age ,not simple.

"Of course not." Song Yi went to the side and put down his schoolbag skillfully, turned around and stretched out his hand, smiling, "Please take care of me, dear tablemate."

I didn't expect to meet a spiritual cultivator when I transferred to another school, and he was also a spiritual cultivator with a shadow attendant.The days to come will probably not be too boring.

"To each other." Mo Qianluo also stretched out his hand and smiled.

Today is the first time that the two close friends will confront each other head-on.

……

For Mo Qianluo, the first grade class was a waste of time. Fortunately, she was usually an invisible person who didn't like to talk in class. As long as a book was placed in front of her, neither the teacher nor the classmates would pay much attention to her.Less than a day after she was reborn, she met three spiritual practitioners. It seems that her previous thoughts were a little too naive.

That's right, she and her mother are not ordinary people. With the Mo family around, it is impossible to live a good life as she wishes. In this case, if you want to keep your mother and yourself, you must cultivate hard. She will also be afraid of three points.

In her previous life, she was taken back to Mo's house to make a container for Mo Qianyu. Mo Yunlong didn't intend to cultivate them well. She learned those things by herself by reading books and fumbling to get Mo Yunlong's approval. , there must be a systematic and regular practice routine, and now all she can rely on is Qiannuo.

Thinking about it, Mo Qianluo began to call Nuonuo in his mind.

Little Lolita was sleeping to recharge her energy, and there was a constant cry of souls in her ears, which made her uneasy. She had a bad temper and broke out: [Ah, ah, it’s not that you don’t want to call Miss Ben if you’re okay. ? 】

[Sorry, sorry, Nuonuo, do you have any better cultivation methods? ] Hearing this voice, you can tell that it's not the right time for her to bark, but she has barked all the time, so it's better to make it clear at once.

[Yes, it's very expensive, you can't afford it. 】Little Lolita said directly, her tone was quite bad.

[... How much do you want? 】

[One hundred thousand promises. 】

[-] promises...

She now promises a balance of one, which is still one that cannot be moved.

Mo Qianluo remained silent. He didn't know when he would collect the [-] promises. It seemed that he had to figure out the matter of cultivation by himself.

[However, it is not impossible. ] Appreciating someone's disappointed expression enough, little Lolita cleared her throat and spoke.

(End of this chapter)