In the next few days, Long Qi honestly cooked and washed Xia Lan at home, and fully played the responsibilities that a nanny should do.

Mr. Xia became more and more busy, and he felt distressed when he saw Brother Qi.

Tomorrow is Saturday, and Mr. Xia should have had a break, but the last audition for me who is a big star will be broadcast live tomorrow night. The grand occasion is unprecedented. Mr. Xia, as the president of Qingcheng Entertainment Company, must attend.

For this live broadcast, Qingcheng Entertainment can be said to have done its best. Mr. Xia has to go over to prepare early in the morning.

The General Administration of Guangyang sent a new three-person supervision team yesterday, but this time, this supervision team was careful not to do anything out of order.

After serving Mr. Xia for dinner and resting, Long Qi saw that the time was almost over and quietly left the door.

This time, he is going to meet a very important person.

In the dark night sky, he came to the Eighty-Three Bureau Hall of Yama.

Director Yu Xing'an of the Eighty-third Bureau is dead, and now he has changed the director.

The prince's tentacle that had reached this side was cut off with one knife, and the entire 83rd game was cleaned from top to bottom, and it was no longer the smoky place before.

But the eighty-three rounds are still the eighty-three rounds before.

Long Qi arrived at the appointment, and in the dark night, two ghost fires suddenly flashed, and a hoarse voice was like a night owl:

"Boy, you're very on time."

Long Qi didn't say anything, and walked in with the old guy who was emitting a foul smell all over his body like the bamboo pole.

There are only three living people in the entire Hall of Yama.

Cow head, horse face. Meng Po.

Niu Tou led the way in front, Long Qi walked behind, and the two walked in along a dark and wet passage, then passed through the passage, passed through a peach forest, and finally came to a mountain stream.

Close to the mountain stream, there are three inconspicuous small wooden buildings, arranged in an orderly manner.

The entire mountain stream was pitch black, with only three dim lights.

If it were during the day, the scenery here would be absolutely beautiful.

Unfortunately, it was a dark night and it looked like a ghost.

The small building in the middle is very small, completely like a haunted house.

There are two wooden chairs at the door, one left and one right, and the horse face is sleeping on the chair.

Niu Tou turned around and looked at Long Qi, snorted coldly and said:

"Get in!"

"How to get out?"

Long Qi laughed and said:

"Old guy, how can I give me two of your pills?"

"Boy, don't think about my magic pill."

Niu Tou said proudly:

"I want it? I won't give it to you, I will piss you to death!"

"You wait!"

Long Qi shrugged his shoulders indifferently, thinking that he found an opportunity and gave you a pack of money.

But he dare not say now that the last time he went to incite Fang Jianguo to slap him was the poison given to him by Niu Tou.

He was afraid that the old monster would get angry, and he would sprinkle the poison and he would turn into a soft-legged shrimp on the spot.

The medical skills of bullheads and horse faces are unpredictable, but Long Qi has personally experienced them.

Last time I was sent in, someone was bleeding and I was stabbed in my thigh, but the old monster casually pinched a pill and wiped it, and the wound healed quickly, without even a scar.

If other versions of this magical pill were developed into a beauty product, how much money would it make?

Women all over the world are going crazy.

Long Qi carefully pushed open the mottled wooden door.

A creaking sound.

As soon as he lifted his feet, a sharp and old curse suddenly came from the dark room:

"Little bastard, don't you know how to be gentle? I woke up from sleepiness, old woman."

Long Qi quickly let his pace lighter and walked in happily:

"Master's wife, I'm here to see you!"

Long Qizui shouted at the master's wife, and he couldn't help but tremble.

In his heart, the master is like a god.

Majestic, majestic, earth and heaven stand on earth.

And this one…!

well!

Master, Master, I'm sorry, in order to ask the old woman for help, I can only feel wronged.

Long Qi's master is mysterious and inherited from an ancient sect.

Daxia Dragon Croe Palace.

His master Zhuo Qingcang is the leader of the Dragon Crow Palace of this generation.

What’s sad is that there are only two masters and apprentices left in the entire Daxia Dragon Croe Palace.

Tianmen, Fengyun Valley, Fengwu Villa, and Tongquetai, these four forbidden areas are full of masters and prosperous people.

The last time he was brought into the Hall of Yama by Fang Jianguo, Long Qi was confused when he saw the shiny cicada-winged sword in Meng Po's hand.

He was too familiar with the knife.

When he was very young, he often saw his master holding the knife alone and playing with him reluctantly.

At that time, he asked the master what this knife is for.

The master's answer at that time was that he was pursuing a woman, and to the end, this was the kindness he gave to his first love.

At that time, Zhuo Qingcang thought Long Qi didn't understand anything.

Later, after Long was seventy years old, the knife disappeared from Zhuo Qingcang's hand.

More than ten years ago, when Long Qi saw this knife again, the knife was actually in Meng Po's hand.

At that time, Long Qi was almost insane.

In his eyes, what a beautiful woman who can match the master in this world is, what a beautiful beauty that is so beautiful?

Meng Po?

An old monster who exudes this stench all over his body, is as thin as a bamboo pole, and has a burnt teeth. He hasn't taken a bath for ten years is actually the master's first love?

The master is indeed the master. Even his level is so slap in his apprentice that he can't catch up with him.

"What did you call me?"

Meng Po's voice was filled with joy:

"Good baby, come and let the master's wife hug you."

Long Qi was so scared that he stepped back three meters, he smiled and said carefully:

"Master's wife, I'll be spared if I hold it. I'm afraid that the master will be jealous. When he finds out, I'll be in trouble."

"Don't be afraid, that old guy dares to be jealous, I castrated him with one knife!"

Hearing this sentence, Long Qi was so scared that he almost fell to the ground.

What awesome person is this?

Forget it, they are first love.

It turns out that behind every man, there is a earth-shaking and heroic love story.

Long Qi suddenly thought of a picture.

If Meng Po meets the master, she will act coquettishly at the master.

What does that feel like?

Just thinking about it, Long Qi felt a sensation in his stomach.

My own Taoism is still too shallow.

The master is indeed amazing. He has reached the highest level of red and pink skeletons, but he is still at the introductory stage of flesh and blood.

Alas, you still have to study hard.

"Master's wife, are you in good health? I'm too busy during this period and don't have time to see you!"

Long Qi obediently approached Meng Po, endured the stimulation brought to him by the stench, and said in Meng Po's ear with a smile on his face:

"Do you want to eat something? I will bring it to you next time?"

Two miserable green ghost fires appeared in Meng Po’s eyes, stretched out her skinny claws, and gently patted Long Qi’s shoulders:

"Good boy, you are still filial. Remember to bring a word to Zhuo Qingcang, and you say that the sixteen-year deadline is coming soon. If he doesn't come over to see me Yin Haisa, be careful of the thing in his crotch."

Long Qi felt that his legs were getting cold.

Yin Haisa?
Chapter completed!