Qin Kun asked back: "What do I mean? Boss Ding doesn't understand?"

Boss Ding smiled and said, "I don't understand. If Master Qin wants to pretend to be a god, then I won't be welcome."

Qin Kun sighed and advised: "Ding Shihui, it is best to give up some things that do not belong to you."

Boss Ding tried his best to suppress his emotions: "Master Qin, I don't understand what you are saying."

Qin Kun stepped forward and pointed a glass cover: "Most of your collections are underworld objects. The real underworld objects are objects of the dead. If the living stays by his side, it will harm evil spirits."

Boss Ding smiled and said, "This matter is not a matter of Mr. Qin."

Qin Kun said: "I know you are not afraid because you have asked someone to pray for blessings and exorcises evil spirits. But some other things are not evil, and that thing is even more dangerous because those things are too expensive and your destiny cannot afford it."

Boss Ding's face sank: "Qin Kun, please leave the Ding family, the Ding family will not welcome you."

Qin Kun turned his head and left, and his voice came from afar: "Ding Shihui, I'll wait for you for three days. You are a greedy dead loach like you are not worth saving, don't harm the child."

...

...

At night, Qin Kun lay on the bed in the hotel.

When he left Ding's family in the afternoon, Boss Ding was furious and smashed a lot of things, obviously very angry. But that didn't matter. Ding Shihui still didn't take out the gods-given thing that the old lady Sui said.

Qin Kun can solve Ding Shihui's life or not. Getting something is a good thing for Qin Kun, but it is not his own thing, and there is no loss if he can't get it. As he said, if it weren't for worrying about affecting the child, Qin Kun wouldn't have left a buffering step.

The door of the room was wide open, and Liao Xinhu walked in. She was wearing a pajamas and had water stains on her hair. She was obviously just finished taking a shower.

The luoli-shaped royal sister wiped her hair, and the weapon in her collar was surging. Qin Kun lay on the head of the bed, admiring the benefits that Liao Xinhu deliberately showed, and curiously said: "Is there something wrong?"

Liao Xinhu rubbed his hair with a towel, opened his cherry lips lightly, and his big eyes were very confused: "Master Qin Di, did you see something in the afternoon? Why did you suddenly leave?"

"I didn't see anything, but it's useless to stay there."

"You can finish looking at that house first. Maybe something is wrong."

Qin Kun sneered: "The purple qi comes from the east, and the famous family is prosperous. There are stars shining above and five woods locking spirits below. That place combines the three talents of heaven, earth, man, yin and yang, and feng shui so good. What does the Ding family's problem have to do with the house."

Qin Kun did not have the habit of "tracing the house". He thought something was wrong, so he took it away. Ding Shihui would not put some really valuable things on the surface. So as long as he did not take it out on his own initiative, Qin Kun would definitely not be able to touch the "precious thing" that he could not touch, and it would not be of much significance to stay in the Ding family manor.

"Then... since it doesn't have anything to do with the things in the exhibition hall, what does it have to do with it?" Liao Xinhu leaned over and sat on the head of the bed with Qin Kun.

"It has something to do with something that is not in the exhibition hall."

“Oh~”

There was air conditioning in the room, Qin Kun covered the quilt, and two cold legs were penetrated into the quilt, touching himself as if he was close to him. Qin Kun turned his head and found that Liao Xinhu's expression was thoughtful, and he had a cuteness that was deliberately shown.

The other party naturally got into his quilt. Qin Kun did not avoid this deliberately ambiguous way, but was a little curious: "After all, he is the descendant of Jiuye Wuwei. In order to help Ding Shihui solve the problem, he has used the beauty trick? It's not that."

Liao Xinhu came over and tilted his head and smiled: "Where is 3000, what is the beauty calculating for 3000?"

Qin Kun’s face and Liao Xinhu’s face were no more than 10 cm. Qin Kun said: “So short of money? Are you trying to commit suicide?”

Liao Xinhu leaned closer again: "It depends on who I am giving. If I am excellent enough, wouldn't I get both wealth?"

There was footsteps in the corridor. Liao Xinhu threw a dart out of his sleeve. The dart was nailed to the door and brought it to the door. Liao Xinhu pressed the switch on the bedside and the light went out.

In the darkness, the breathing sounds look particularly charming.

Liao Xinhu suddenly turned over, rode on Qin Kun's waist, and threw Qin Kun into trouble: "Can you solve this matter? We need to get 2,000, and we can only leave you 1,000, is that OK? Even if we borrowed it."

"The solution should be possible, but it depends on whether he is willing or not. As for leaving me 1,000, it is beyond expectations... I have confiscated so many causal accounts."

Qin Kun sighed that the most expensive time was when Xu Yang helped to extort his second brother's millions and millions of causal accounts, which were really astronomical.

After receiving Qin Kun’s reply, Liao Xinhu’s pajamas slid down and his body was pressed on.

...

Dark room, big rolling.

Recently, Qin Kun's yang energy has recovered well, and it can be seen from the messyness on the bed.

Liao Xinhu crawled at the end of the bed, like a fox that was so cool that he had no strength to lift his arms.

Thinking of the absurdity just now, my heart was like a deer bumping into it and was fascinated by the feeling that makes people love it and love it.

Qin Kun had never seen such a weak opponent. He was in a state of difficulty. In less than 300 rounds, how could he easily tell the outcome? While thinking, he pulled Liao Xinhu's ankle and pulled her back.

At 2 o'clock in the evening, Liao Xinhu ran back to the room with the wall and calculated the time. It was already 6 hours. Qin Kun said there were still 296 rounds left. Liao Xinhu dragged his weak legs and said that he would not dare to stay in Qin Kun's house. Even if Qin Kun told her that they could only get 1,000, and they did not want to die of dehydration.

The room became quiet again, dark and smoked.

The cigarette butts flashed lightly and darkly.

Qin Kun took back his thoughts from his just state.

The investigation has been done.

What should be lively and lively is over.

Next, we have to do some serious work. The benefits that Liao Xinhu has given have been accepted. If they are given less than 1,000, they will probably be bothered. Qin Kun feels that it needs to be solved through some means.

But I can't be too tough, and it's unrealistic to force Ding Shihui to take out the treasures he doesn't want to take out.

Then he can only create an opportunity so that he can not only know the seriousness of the matter, but also have the opportunity to change his mind.

Qin Kun thought of a solution, so he put on his clothes and dialed a phone number.

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...

Hong Kong Dard School.

This famous and dangerous place in Hong Kong has always been covered with a mysterious color.

At 2:30 pm, a fat man with a bun was bent and investigated on the abandoned campus.

A ghost hunter should not be afraid of ghosts, but some ghost hunters are naturally timid, just like women who are obviously capable of killing cockroaches, but they are still afraid.

Since Wang Qian took over the mission of the Demon Hunting List, he has come here. After confirming the information in the past few days, he will come to find out. The campus is not gloomy, but also quiet and weird. He is not very scared when he encounters a ghost. What he is most afraid of is that the time before hitting a ghost, he keeps thinking about the way that ghosts appear, which is the most uncomfortable.

Next to him, a zombie staring at the dead fish's eyes came over: "Little Pang, it's so scary here."

Under the moonlight, a dead face with a dead skin appeared. Wang Gan was startled: "Scaring, who can compare to you!"

Flying Thunder Zombie is one of the few ghost messengers who will not hide their dead appearance.

It’s not because I suffered some curses during my lifetime, but because I didn’t have enough brains to understand this basic ghost technique.

After hearing Wang Gan's words, Fei Lei Zon was a little happy. My good brother said that a genius who can scare people is amazing! I didn't expect that in the master's heart, his strength was so high.

A wild cat suddenly rushed out, and the flying thunder zombie reacted quickly and punched it away. The wild cat was furious, and his expression was frightened, and he began to spin on the spot. This scene fell into Wang Gan's eyes. Wang Gan saw a miniature coffin, trapping the cat.

Flying Thunder Zombie's ghost technique Coffin Crush Fist!

One punch, and the coffin seal is actually a kind of ghost hitting the wall!

Wang Gandao: "Can you knock it out? It's so sensation."

The screams of wild cats echoed on campus, which was particularly harsh. Fei Lei scratched his head and said that he could not do it.

Wang Gan took a thick earth talisman and knocked the wild cat out. At the same time, he warned Feilei Zombie not to do anything randomly. Feilei Zombie was disappointed.

The doors and windows of the teaching building were rusty and incompletely ragged. Wang Gan opened the window, jumped gently, and jumped in flexibly. As soon as he landed on the ground, the sound of his cell phone sounded, which scared him in the empty teaching building.

"Hey? Qin Kun? Being dying!!!"

Wang Gan was angry.

"Stop talking nonsense, where are you?"

"Don't you know where I am? The mission of the Demon Hunting List is still recommended by you!"

"I know, Dud School, I'm here too. Where are you?"
Chapter completed!