"What's wrong with the fishing rod?"

Wei Jianqiang suddenly felt something was wrong and hurriedly asked.

"He... is dead!"

Yu Ge said sorry in his heart and told the truth.

"Diet? Brother, you are really good at joking!"

When Wei Jianqiang heard that Yu Ge was dead, he breathed a sigh of relief.

In his eyes, Yu Ge's cockroach life could not die easily.

At the time, Yu Ge passed by the downstairs of the dormitory building and fell a flower pot. Yu Ge was hit by the ground, but afterwards, it was just a little skin trauma.

Such people are hard-earned.

"I'm not kidding, if you don't believe me, please ask Disha."

Yu Ge's face turned dark. When did what he said was so credible?

"Hey, if that guy from the fishing rod dies, I will dry this bottle of wine and celebrate..."

Wei Jianqiang looked disbelief, but he still called Di Sha.

"Hey, casserole, I'm strong... Yes, yes, I'll ask you where the fishing rod has been going during this period. Haven't you been in Haojing with him..."

At first, Wei Jianqiang looked chic, but as he listened, his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

"Casserole, you might as well mess with Zhang Zhao!"

Wei Jianqiang's face gradually turned pale, but he still couldn't imagine the "facts".

However, if you don’t know what Di Sha said, Wei Jianqiang’s eyes suddenly turned red and he handed the phone to Yu Ge, “Give it, the casserole let you answer the phone.”

"Camel pot, I'm Zhang Zhao!"

Looking at Wei Jianqiang's appearance, Yu Ge felt a little moved. Sure enough, these old brothers care about him!

"Zhao! How are you doing now?"

When Di Sha heard Yu Ge's voice, he hurriedly asked.

"Oh, yes, the fishing rod died so badly."

Yu Ge glanced at Wei Jianqiang, but the lyrics were not fulfilling.

"Bastard, I haven't called for so long. I think you're really dead."

Who knew that Di Sha was furious.

"Oh, Jianqiang said that for the sake of the fishing rod, he wanted to do a bottle of white wine. Don't worry, I will block him."

Yu Ge's lyrics are still not fulfilling.

"Damn it, you're ruthless."

Seeing that Yu Ge was still like this, Di Mao was so angry that he hung up the phone.

Even so, Yu Ge pretended to say, "Goodbye."

Then he handed the phone to Wei Jianqiang.

So the two fell into a brief silence again.

I don’t know how long it took, but Wei Jianqiang suddenly picked up the bottle and drank a few sips, and said in a hoarse voice: “How did the fishing rod die?”

"Uh... it seems that he was taken aback by a very vicious gangster. He was killed by a meteorite falling from the sky while running away."

Yu Ge didn't want to hide it too much, but just made some ordinary humanized modifications.

After all, cultivation is too beyond ordinary people's understanding, and Yu Ge does not want to get Wei Jianqiang involved in this dispute.

"Are you kidding me!"

Wei Jianqiang slapped the table and rose up in anger.

Kindergarten students won't believe it if they were killed by a meteorite while chasing by a vicious gangster.

Could it be that Yu Ge thinks that Wei Jianqiang has an IQ problem?

"I heard that's what it looks like."

Yu Ge rolled his eyes wildly.

He just replaced the flying sword with a meteorite. As for such a fuss?

Or is it that he really described something wrong?

"real?"

Wei Jianqiang suddenly calmed down and looked at Yu Ge directly.

"It's really... it's really!"

Yu Ge was a little embarrassed to see by Wei Jianqiang.

Unexpectedly, Wei Jianqiang suddenly picked up his cell phone and dialed a number, "Dad, my brother Yu Ge is dead, right in Haojing, please let the bastard in Gongyeshan check how he died. I want to take revenge, and I want to blow the bastard who killed my brother into a scum."

"Who are you going to be? The turtle lamb thing."

Who knew that there was a sudden burst of curses on the other end of the phone.

"My brother is really dead. I heard that he was killed by a meteorite while chasing him. This must have been done by a cultivator. Dad, please help me..."

Wei Jianqiang cried as he spoke.

"Call Yu Ge?"

The other end of the phone was silent for a long time and asked.

"Um!"

Wei Jianqiang wiped his tears.

"Okay, you wait."

After saying this on the other end of the phone, he hung up the phone.

"Gongye Mountain?"

The atmosphere that should have been very heavy was stormy in Yu Ge's heart.

If he heard it correctly, Wei Jianqiang seemed to have just said a name he was very familiar with - Gongyeshan.

Although Yu Ge also wondered if Wei Jianqiang knew Gongyeshan as someone else, if Gongyeshan was also in Haojing, the chance would be much smaller.

Could it be that the Gongye Mountain mentioned by Wei Jianqiang is the one from Wanbao Building, Xianfang, Haojing!

"How could Jianqiang know Gongye Mountain? Shouldn't he be an ordinary person? But since he knows Gongye Mountain, wouldn't he..."

Yu Ge's eyes became more and more bizarre as he looked at Wei Jianqiang.

When he first lied to Wei Jianqiang, he felt a little guilty, but after suddenly hearing Wei Jianqiang call out Gongyeshan's name, Yu Ge felt a trace of guilt.

Grandma is so legitimate, this group is not a cultivator.

What a guy, he's hiding deep enough!

"No, if he knew Gongyeshan, wouldn't it mean that this guy has nothing to do with Lingbao Dao Sect?"

Yu Ge suddenly came back to the taste.

The point is not that Wei Jianqiang is a cultivator, the point is that this guy may be from the Lingbao Dao Sect.

However, before Yu Ge could figure it out, Wei Jianqiang's phone rang.

"Dad, how did my brother die?"

Wei Jianqiang still looked very sad.

"I don't know much about Gongye Mountain, but Yu Ge is indeed dead. It is said that it has something to do with an ancient demon cultivator named Yi Motian."

Tell the other end of the phone.

"Yi Motian! Dad, I want Yi Motian to die!"

Wei Jianqiang's teeth clenched and clattered.

"Don't worry, Yi Motian has been hunted by the entire cultivation world and cannot live long."

I didn't know how to comfort Wei Jianqiang on the other end of the phone, so I hung up the phone after saying this.

At the same time, Wei Jianqiang picked up the wine bottle and poured white wine down.

"You're crazy!"

Yu Ge frowned and grabbed the bottle of wine from Wei Jianqiang's hand.

Although Wei Jianqiang concealed his identity, he was not really dead. Yu Ge didn't want to see Wei Jianqiang in such pain.

"Don't block me!"

Wei Jianqiang slapped Yu Ge's hand and poured the white wine desperately.
To be continued...