Common Prosperity 8

In the other room, a middle-aged cultivator was hugging his daughter-in-law and thief Xixi and got on the couch with a smile.

The female cultivator pouted at him and gave him a coquettish smile, then stretched out her little hand to rub his neckline, "Brother Wang."

"Hey hey." Brother Wang hurriedly brought his mouth closer, and saw that his mouth was about to match.

A chilly laugh came out of the ears of the two, "Hey hey."

The middle-aged cultivator froze, and a strange laughter suddenly appeared in his room in the dark night, and the scalps of the couple exploded instantly.

Fuck! This is a ghost.

Two pairs of eyes moved over in horror, only to see a little boy floating in the room, staring at him with dark eyes.

The two cultivators were so serious that their hearts almost burst.

What's going on when the mentality collapsed in an instant?

Could this child be a ghost boy...

Mo Baobao, who was floating, looked at the pale complexions of the two with a puzzled expression.

"Master has an order. Starting from today, I will practice for two hours every night. After burning incense, go to the master's house and gather in front of the bamboo building."

Middle-aged cultivator: I have the urge to kill this child!

Half an hour later, Mo Baobao floated all the way back to the bamboo garden, and asked with a puzzled face, "Why do they all have strange expressions when they see me?"

"What the hell is that uncle doing at the end? Why did you throw me with slippers?"

Master Guang Guang twitched the corners of his mouth, and said expressionlessly, "When you are in the middle of the night, every household floats around, it's no wonder they like you."

Mo Baobao curled his lips, "Forget it, I'm doing this for my mother, so I don't care about their attitude."

Mr. Guang Guang thought to himself, you don’t care about other people’s thinking about you.

You like to go out for a walk from midnight to midnight, it would be great if you can change it sometime.

In the middle of the night, many people gathered at the gate of the bamboo building.

Everyone held various lighting equipment, illuminating the open space in the square in front of the bamboo building.

Zhang Jing saw He Weiping and the others in the crowd, and hurriedly squeezed over, saying with a speechless face, "Everyone, you were also woken up in the middle of the night?"

Thinking of the face floating outside the window, He Weiping couldn't help reaching out and patting his forehead, "Mr. Mo is so naughty."

"I was still taking a bath, and the child appeared behind me, and floated out like a spirit behind me. I just exploded on the spot."

"No, this young master Mo is too naughty, do you want us to report this matter to the Master?"

"Let's forget about the report. If the master becomes angry, he might double the time we spend on exercising."

"Brother Liu, what you said is extremely reasonable!"

When everyone was talking and talking, they only heard a soft and crisp cough coming from the front.

Everyone raised their eyes and couldn't help twitching the corners of their mouths.

I saw that little Mr. Mo floating over from outside the Zhulou Garden.

In the vast night, this guy is like a little ghost, floating without sound at all.

"Hi everyone, since everyone is here, let's start." The little Mo said in a childish voice.

Then he took out a jade talisman from his pocket.

Everyone stared at him warily.

Especially the old man standing in the front row was staring at Mo Baobao nervously.

This old man was the elder of the Qi family in Cangzhou who had been doomed by a talisman during the day.

At this moment, he finally realized how stupid he was during the day, kicking an iron plate on the first day in the sanctuary.