There’s an Evil Spirit Here

Hearing that the old **** stick was about to start using fortune incense, Founder looked at him with expectant looks.

He is still looking forward to the next effect of this fortune.

I saw that the old **** stick touched his lower body and pulled out something,

Click.

Watching the old **** stick pull out the lighter and light the incense,

The incense rose up and curled up white smoke,

Founder was stunned and startled.

This is a bit inconsistent with the image he imagined. This is not a folk ordinary incense, but a fortune incense. This opening method is also so unscrupulous. There is no special starting method or the use of such a torch. Innate Will the fire of Samadhi be effective?

It's not tall at all.

and! !

Founder's temple jumped around suddenly.

Everyone else lights a incense.

What's the matter with your old stick sticking a handful of incense?

The incense stick of the old **** stick was lit, but it was more than a hundred incense sticks, which suddenly made the street black and white, and choked the passerby to cover his nose and fled in a hurry.

Founder suddenly regretted it a little. This old **** stick who is not reliable is really unreliable this time.

"Cough ... little brother, the effect of this incense is somewhat discounted, and I suggest that I burn as much as possible in the future, but the quality is not good, just rely on the quantity to make up, and the quantity change will cause qualitative change!"

In the thick smoke, the old **** stick spoke while smoking, and choked his nose with tears.

Founder didn't say anything, and didn't interrupt the old **** stick. He quietly looked at the old **** stick, concentrating on the effect of fortune incense.

Next, the old **** stick began to hold a handful of fortune incense in both hands, staring at the unlucky thief across the road with two eyes, and began to miss words.

The thief across the road is standing in front of a shop, pretending to be cutting his nails to hide his identity. At night, several battery cars were parked outside the shop door.

Founder thought that the old **** stick was reading a mantra, but after hearing it for a while, he heard something wrong.

"Old man, I want the most valuable thing in you!"

"Old man, I want the most valuable thing in you!"

...

Sure enough, the service is not reliable.

I don't know if the old **** stick has been staring at others. The thief who has been wandering around the battery car has noticed the old **** stick's gaze. The wedding fan is not awake, the president forced me!

Then I saw an incense stick in the hands of the old **** stick, and my mouth suddenly squinted and my eyes were slanted. Isn't this pure heart cursing me to death?

The thief glared fiercely at the old **** stick, and the warning was obvious.

But the old **** stick, whose tears and nostrils were smoky, lowered his head and wiped his eyes, and did not see the thief staring fiercely.

The thief saw that the old **** stick was so uninteresting, he rushed across the road, and looked at the old **** stick with fierce eyes: "Old things, don't want to be beaten, and quickly get out."

The old **** stick Yun Qingfeng lightly glanced at the thief who was threatening him, and then fell to the ground naturally, scaring the thief to tremble. This is what happened to the porcelain.

When he saw the people around him, he was pointing at him, and with different eyes, the thief cried: "Don't make trouble, I didn't touch you at all, you fell yourself."

The old magic stick can't even lie on the ground.

The thief was so scared that he fled, even the battery was not stolen. He was afraid that the old **** stick on the ground would really fall on him.

Run too fast, bite, and drop an item.

At first glance, Founder was amused.

It was the nail clipper in the thief's hand that fell to the ground.

Looking at the nail clippers falling on the ground, the face of the old **** stick was directly green on the spot.

"Old God Stick, your incense is almost burned out, and the thief is gone. Isn't that the treasure that the thief has removed? Is this the nail clipper?"

Founder deliberately bitten the nails and cut the three characters, looking like a non-smiling teasing blow.

I don't know whether this line of incense is a matter of material. The burning speed is very fast. Within a few minutes, it has burned fast and only the last thin wooden sign is left.

"This time it was a mistake !!"

"It's possible that the thief was originally a poor thief. The only thing most valuable to him is this nail clipper. Who is the poorest in the world, then it must be a thief, because the thief is poor!"

The green-faced old **** stick regained his back, stubbornly defending his neck and arguing, and then he saw that he reached out and pulled out a new thread incense again.

At this time, Founder noticed that there was a black bag on the ground on the other side of the old **** stick.

Fortune incense was taken out of the black bag.

The battery thief was frightened away when the old **** stick touched the porcelain. This time, the old **** stick changed another goal.

This time it was a woman dressed up in fashion and wearing bright clothes.

While crossing the zebra crossing, the woman threw garbage at random, dropped the wet wipes used to wipe the palm of her hand along the way, and threw all the way. Holy Soul

"You are the one!"

The old **** stick began to burn incense, and there was another black smoke on the roadside, and white smoke billowed.

I don't know. I thought something was burning here, was it on fire?

Founder listened carefully, this time the old **** stick changed its spell.

"Don't come with nail clippers again this time!"

"Don't come with nail clippers again this time!"

...

At that time, the woman who had been throwing wet wipes all the way had passed the zebra crossing. She saw that the old **** stick was staring at herself, and she was still holding the incense used by the dead. Too.

"Look, what are you, an old, shameless old thing!"

"It's annoying to watch this thing in your hand, did you intentionally want to curse me to die early!"

Pedal Pedal!

She stepped on high heels and wanted to take away the incense from the old **** stick.

As a result, because of the late sky, high heels really stepped on the gutter cover of the roadside, the heel was stuck in the grille, and the foot fell, the person fell on his knees and fell to the ground, incidentally also towards the old **** stick Knocked a head.

Founder: "..."

Old God Stick: "..."

Finally, the well-dressed woman, with her knees ripped, cried and took a taxi to the hospital.

Founder looked oddly at the old **** stick: "Old **** stick, are you fighting for the Xixing version of Horoscope?"

"The first person lost a nail clipper ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ The second person recognized Bai as a dry daughter."

"How do I feel that you, luck incense, haven't passed by once."

At this time, the old **** stick, his face was black, and the result of Lianxiangxiang was different from what was imagined for two consecutive times. I can imagine how depressed I was. At this time, I was shocked by Founder again. He said very disappointed: "You You can come. "

"If you rely on Fortune Incense, you can earn one hundred today ... No, if you can earn one thousand today, I will run straight."

"I don't believe it, it's all fortune, and I can only pick the life of a nail clipper, but you can get money."

With that said, the old **** stick has been stuffed into Fangzheng's hands.

"Okay, you said it yourself." Fangzheng took the lighter and prepared to light up the incense.

He was faintly expecting something. What will Lvxiang bring him?