The Ghostbuster and the Almighty Man

Upon hearing this, Wei Yan frowned.

It's that person, he won't admit wrong.

So, ignoring Luo Xintong, he kept a calm face and slowly followed.

Luo Xintong stood there and watched for a long while, and finally shook his head and sighed. He ignored the two people's affairs and walked in the door on his own. What should I do?

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"Mr. Wei is following you." Wanqiu whispered.

Zheng Qu knew that he was not moved, and felt a little upset. Follow him? Of course he wouldn't be so stupid to think that Wei Yan was worried about him, so would he still miss him and want to kill him?

If Wei Yan really wanted to kill him, how likely would he escape? It didn't seem to be too big, thinking wildly, the pace slowed down, but the man followed without any hassle, always behind him.

"What are you doing with me?" Zheng Quzhi suddenly turned around and glared at Wei Yan.

Wei Yan was taken aback for a moment. There was no emotion on his cold face. He just said, "You shouldn't be here."

Zheng Quzhi responded with a cold face, so he wanted to kill him? Would you just keep it neat? What's the point of boiling frogs in warm water like this?

Taking a deep breath, he turned and ran. Wei Yan, who was still standing in the same place, was startled. When he saw the person's back becoming smaller and smaller, he laughed and laughed.

On the other side, Zheng Quzhi dared to look back after running a long distance. After seeing that there was nothing behind him, he didn't know if he was relieved or disappointed. Suddenly, his stomach began to scream again, which made it worse.

Suddenly I regretted not accepting the little ball that Shen Dao gave him. Now I can't get in touch with people, and I'm in trouble.

In this unfamiliar environment in this unfamiliar age, he doesn't know where to go. After thinking about going, I decided to find a hotel to live in. After all, it was not early, and there was still a faint tendency to rain.

Thinking of this, Zheng Quzhi drew out his pockets and found no money, so he fell silent again. Even if you have money, you can't use it here.

Is it possible to sleep under the bridge as a tramp?

After thinking about it, it was not impossible. After all, I was used to lying there when I was a child, so I suffered and walked outside. Outside, there were more talented people, probably because he was wearing too strange clothes. Many people looked at him. Fortunately, he was thick-skinned, and there was no embarrassment or embarrassment.

There are already several homeless people lying under the bridge. There are many homeless people in this era. There is a strange smell under the bridge, which is disgusting. Zheng Quzhi frowned and found a position in the edge corner, squatting for a long time, and finally lay down.

"You really don't mind?" Wanqiu let out a thin voice, then said: "What about your arrogance in Mr. Wei? Turn around and you will be so downhearted. It's better to beg Mr. Wei and let him take you in for a while. ."

"Shut up." Zheng Quzhi sternly adjusted his posture and closed his eyes.

After a short while, it started to rain outside. He was on the edge of sleep, and a lot of rain could splash on his body. He rolled on the ground for a long time boredly, and finally moved inside.

"Where is the kid who doesn't understand the rules like this!" Someone scolded, and he was about to beat Zheng Quzhi.

Zheng Quzhi's eyes flashed, and he hid beside him: "What rules?"

When the other homeless people heard everything coming around, they suddenly surrounded Zheng Quzhi. Zheng Quzhi twitched his mouth, but forgot that the homeless people have territorial awareness. They have occupied this place for a long time. When a foreigner suddenly invades their territory, he will naturally be beaten.

After a moment of silence, he pleased with a smile: "Brother, I will leave when the rain stops."

"Go?" The headed tramp sneered: "It's not impossible, but you have to pay!"

This dog stuff!

Zheng Quzhi cursed in his heart, with the same smile on his face: "Brother, do you think I look like rich? If I have money, I won't lie down here..."

Hearing that, a ruthless expression was drawn across the faces of several homeless people: "If you don't have money, just get out of here!"

Zheng Quzhi was silent for a moment, glanced at the pouring rain outside, only hesitated for a few seconds, but chose to leave, and said: "That's it. Brothers give in, I'll get out."

"Wait..." One person refused to let him, suddenly narrowed his eyes: "What is on your face! Take it off!"

Fuck, don't you still want his mask? Zheng Quzhi rolled his eyes in his heart, after all he took off the mask honestly, and as soon as he raised his eyes, he saw the surprise in the eyes of the tramp.

Zheng Quzhi was silent, and Huo Ran put on the mask again and said, "I have a cold and it will be contagious, so let's not take it."

"Brothers, this kid looks pretty handsome!" Someone turned his head and said to the others.

Zheng Quzhi's face went dark, and when he saw those people's squinted eyes, he suddenly felt a little nauseated. These homeless people, wouldn't they even let men go? He still valued these people too much, thinking it was just a little overbearing and selfish.

"Wanqiu." After thinking about it, he whispered.

With greed on the faces of those homeless men, they stretched out a hand towards him, Zheng Quzhi stepped back and avoided, allowing Wanqiu to show himself. Wanqiu still looks like that, slack and full of natural charm.

The tramps were all startled, and then they were astonished: "Where did the monster come from!"

"Speaking of speaking, you can't overstate your ancestors, how can you be so presumptuous?" Wanqiu raised his eyebrows, staring blankly at those few people.

So Wanqiu smiled triumphantly towards Zheng Quzhi: "Look, my charm is greater than you."

There was some hostility in the tone inexplicably.

Zheng Quzhi keenly caught it, glanced at Wanqiu more, snorted, then raised his eyes to the group of homeless people. I don't know if Wanqiu really used some magic tricks, all these tramps looked dull, and looked a little frightening.

He took a deep breath, pushed away the tramp who was blocking him, and got out of the crowd.

"It's raining in sorrow?" Wanqiu asked.

"Do you have a way?" Zheng Quzhi suddenly laughed and asked thoughtfully.

There must be a way to ask this. Wanqiu slid back into the gourd, his tone regained his babble, "Just leave."

Zheng Quzhi: "..." Can you remind him before the **** illness?

He carefully leaned out half of his body, but saw that the rain did not fall on him, as if forming a protective circle, protecting him strictly.

"Wanqiu ah Wanqiu, what kind of fairy are you?" Zheng Quzhi couldn't help sighing, and his favorability for Wanqiu rose instantly.

"It's nothing more than an actor and a wandering soul." Wanqiu said sternly.

Zheng Qu knows that he can't comment, the wandering soul is also an old antique wandering soul, and it is not a small person at first glance.

Without the rain, Zheng Quzhi walked freely on the road, but he was a little worried about where to spend the night, his clothes were dirty, and there was still some stinky smell on his body.