Huoye, Madam Went To the Sky Bridge Again To Set Up a Stall

Song Banxian lowered his head to straighten his collar, and said in a light tone, "You were given a message today that you didn't get what you wanted.

The middle-aged man's face was like a blow to the head, and the shock in his eyes couldn't be described in words.

Just because Song Banxian said it right.

He was going to wash his hands in the golden basin, but was upset by the newcomer and stepped on him.

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and said bitterly, "It's true, I have been around for so many years, but when I came, I was put together by a junior!"

Song Banxian raised his eyes, stared at the other party and said, "The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, although the rivers and lakes are big, they are not long-term solutions. for backlash.”

The middle-aged man looked unwilling, and looked nervous and worried: "For example?"

Song Banxian: "The calamity will come to the door, and the serious ones will die on the street."

The middle-aged man broke out in foul language when he heard the words.

Qin Ruan kept playing with her phone, listening to the conversation between Song Banxian and the middle-aged man, and looked up at the people in front of the booth.

Ben glanced casually and saw the face of the middle-aged man, a dim light flashed in his eyes.

Shame!

Although this person's body is weak, it is also useful to her.

Qin Ruan put away the phone and moved his fingers slightly, and the force of the dead wrapped around the middle-aged man like a thread.

The other party didn't notice it at all, and was still talking to Song Banxian.

However, in just a few seconds, the suffocating energy of the middle-aged man was completely absorbed by Qin Ruan.

She inadvertently put away her hand and swept her eyes to the inside of her arm, the short red line of life did not change.

Qin Ruan was not disappointed, the suffocating qi all added up.

As long as she continues to absorb it, her lifespan will be extended indefinitely one day.

The middle-aged man spoke to Song Banxian again, took out a stack of money from his bag, and put it on the booth table.

His tone was polite and respectful: "Thank you, Master."

"polite!"

Song Banxian reached out and took the stack of money, pressing it under the book beside him.

The middle-aged man got up and left, glanced inadvertently, and saw Qin Ruan sitting at the stall beside him.

The little girl's innocent face revealed a seductive charm, and her eyes were clear, like a hook that scratched the heart.

Huang Mao followed the man's line of sight and saw Qin Ruan.

At this glance, he couldn't help but make his eyes flash with surprise and coveted light.

Such a beautiful girl is really rare, no matter in temperament or appearance, she is hundreds of times stronger than those girls in the night show.

Huang Mao raised his head to look at the middle-aged man. Seeing his astonished expression, he walked up to Qin Ruan arrogantly.

His words were provocative: "Little girl, are you also a fortune teller?"

Qin Ruan's eyes lifted slightly, and his cold eyes swept towards him: "Are you going to fortune?"

Looking at it from such a close distance, Huang Mao only thought that Qin Ruan was unforgettable.

He racked his brains and couldn't think of a beautiful and gorgeous word to describe her, anyway, just to see it made him feel like he was just around the corner, and he was so inferior that he didn't dare to approach her.

The moment the two looked at each other, the coldness and thinness in Qin Ruan's eyes made Huang Mao's heart tremble.

Cowardly, he lost the arrogance and arrogance just now, and just stood in front of the booth, feeling a little overwhelmed.

The middle-aged man came and looked down at Qin Ruan: "Little girl, are you still in school?"

"on vacation."

Qin Ruan's tone was indifferent and his attitude was very alienated.

The middle-aged man said politely: "The purpose of setting up a stall on this flyover is just to eat, and now it's cold, and the wind is blowing here at night, why do you have to suffer with thin skin and tender meat.

You might as well consider coming with me, I will ensure that you will not worry about food and clothing, but also provide you to go to school, so that you can live a life of worry-free clothing and food. "

"..." Qin Ruan's eyes were stunned, and his expression was dull.

Is she being... begged for support?

"!!!" Song Banxian heard the middle-aged man's words, her heart beat uncontrollably, and her face sank.

Good guy, this little aunt is not something they can afford.

He got up quickly, walked to Qin Ruan's side, and looked at the middle-aged man with a sullen expression: "Qin Daoyou is a member of Xuanmen, she is here to experience life, sir, don't ask for trouble!"

Huang Mao looked disdainful, and sneered: "Just such a yellow-haired girl, who is still in the Xuanmen? Who are you scaring!"

In his opinion, nine of the ten people who set up stalls and fortune tellers are foolish, and one is a half-ass.

Where did so many people from the mysterious door come from, the real masters would not come to set up stalls, and they all waited for the nobles to come to the door for help.

Although he has no knowledge, he still understands such simple truths.

I have to say that Huang Mao is still a bit brainy.

However, how did he know Qin Ruan's true identity, and that she was not rushing to tell people's fortunes to set up a stall, but suffocating.

Qin Ruan gave Huang Mao a cold smile, staring at him with dark eyes: "Yes, I'm not a member of Xuanmen, I only know a little about fur."

Huang Mao smiled proudly: "Look, boss, these people just like to exaggerate certain things. I think the old man just now is also fooling you."

The middle-aged man glared at him: "Shut up!"

Huang Mao was stunned, then slapped himself and said with a smile: "Look at my mouth!"

The middle-aged man took out a business card from his bag and put it on Qin Ruan's table: "You can consider my proposal just now. I have no hobbies. As long as you follow me, I will definitely treat you well."

Qin Ruan stared at the business card on the table and reached out to pick it up.

The slender and white fingers were holding the business card, and the words engraved on it were clearly eye-catching.

The two big characters of Huang Biao are particularly obvious. He is the chairman of a certain company.

Qin Ruan smiled and raised his eyes to look at Huang Biao in front of him: "Boss Huang, I see that your hall has turned black, and there may be bloodshed tonight, so you should pay more attention."

In front of the other party, she casually threw the business card on the ground.

The movements are light and fluttering, revealing a sense of indifference.

Huang Mao was angry: "You are courting death!"

Huang Biao knitted his brows tightly, his face was shaking, staring at Qin Ruan with unfriendly eyes.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a gloomy tone, "The little girl will come when she opens her mouth, aren't you afraid of causing trouble?"

Qin Ruan rested his arm on the table, rested his head with one hand, and said in a lazy tone, "I'm so boring, it's better to pass the time with some things."

Huang Biao's body is full of evil spirits, which is the bandit spirit that has been contaminated on the road all the year round.

Just when he was about to get angry, Song Banxian coughed violently: "Cough cough..."

While coughing, he winked at Huang Biao and told him to leave quickly.

Huang Biao couldn't get off the stage before his hands, and the anger that spewed from his breath made him look irritable.

Song Banxian let out a low sigh, and personally stepped forward and pulled the person out of the booth.

As he walked, he said bitterly to Huang Biao: "I said, Boss Huang, why do you have to get along with fellow Daoist Qin? She looks young and is well-known in this capital. If you don't hold her to talk, why are you still on the fence?

You must know that they are the most vengeful people in the mysterious sect, they are not like me, they are very powerful..."