Ye Ziheng has been following the cult disciple 24 hours a day for three days, fully understanding the daily action route of the cult disciple.

This cult disciple's life is very regular. He came out of the house at 7:00 in the morning, and then found a place to sit down to have breakfast. Next, he went to the nearby Internet bar and stayed until 12:00 at noon. Then he came out of the Internet bar and went to a bar nearby, where he sat alone and drank muggy wine until 24:00 p.m., and then returned to him At the end of the day.

For three days in a row, the disciple of the evil cult lived like this every day. Now ye Ziheng finally knows why it is difficult to produce talents among the free cultivation disciples.

Although most of these disciples have no background, they rely on adventure to embark on the road of martial arts, but even so, their treasures should be enough for them to practice for a period of time. There are also martial trade centers around the world. As long as they are willing, they can improve their cultivation by various means.

However, they are not willing to spend that time at all. In their opinion, they may be too tired to practice and pay more than the return, which is not the life they want. What they really want is something that pays little but makes a lot of profits.

Without the compulsory orders of the patriarchal clan, their life may be called "carefree", but their cultivation has been stuck in place, and it is difficult to improve.

However, once they step into the world of martial arts, they will naturally understand the importance of strong cultivation, but they are not willing to pay enough time and energy, so the cult appeared in front of them, paid little, gained strength by harming others, although harming others, they benefited themselves and saved a lot of trouble. As a result, a group of lazy warriors began to walk on a road of no return.

After three consecutive days of persistence, at last, on the third night, a cell phone ring rang. It was the first time ye Ziheng heard the evil cult disciple's mobile phone ring, and his heart was also tight.

Then, the cult disciple sat up from the bed, full of wine, with a trace of tiredness on his face. But when he picked up his mobile phone and looked at the mobile phone screen, his narrow eyes suddenly widened. Then he jumped up from the bed and picked up the phone.

Ye Ziheng squatted on the roof of his house and looked inside through a window. Although it was a little far away, ye Ziheng still vaguely saw the two easy to understand Chinese characters written on the screen of his mobile phone - boss!

"Hello, boss. What can I do for you?"

The cult disciple picked up the phone and immediately asked with a smile.

"Why did you answer the phone so long? Did you go to the bar and get drunk again?"

Because the evil cult disciple pressed the mobile phone "hands-free", the voice of the phone was relatively loud, and ye Ziheng could hear it clearly on the roof.

"No, no, I was just washing my face. No, as soon as I heard your call, I ran to answer the phone

The cult disciple said, with a smile on his face.

But the "boss" on the phone obviously didn't believe him. He snorted and then said.

"Well, that's what you're talking about. I'm quite clear about who you are."

On hearing this, the cult disciple's face showed a trace of embarrassment, but in the end he had to laugh.

"Boss, you are so wise and powerful that you can't hide anything from you."

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