Coming of the Villain Boss!

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Mingshu woke up the next day, and Duqin was still standing. When Mingshu visually checked the distance, he didn't seem to move in one step.

After finishing the demon, do you still know how to obey?

Mingshu turned over and got out of bed, Duqin, who hung his head, raised his head, and looked coldly at her.

"Repair the window for me." Mingshu said while dressing.

Duchin looked at the window.

"will not."

"Study." Mingshu finalized.

Duqin: "..."

So when the worker passed by, he saw a handsome man in a black shirt, like a star on TV, standing in front of the broken window and meditating.

Um... he looked at the window blankly, should be thinking.

wrong!

Who is this man?

Where did it come from?

They didn't see it last night.

"Is this man brought back by Miss Xunyi?"

"No, Miss Xunyi didn't go down the mountain yesterday."

"Yeah, when did this man come up the mountain?"

Everyone looked at each other without knowing when this handsome man came to the mountain.

When Mingshu came back after breakfast, Duqin still stood in front of the window and pondered.

Mingshu sat next to him and looked at him, he was still able to calm the ‘contemplation’, there was a posture of an old monk in his head.

"You can look at the window well if you look at it?" Just as you can look at the pregnancy.

Duqin spit out two words without expression: "No." He said that.

"Don't I let you learn?"

Duqin turned his head, the cold cold in the ink pupil, but the murderousness was not obvious.

Mingshu was a bit unclear whether he was angry or stunned.

This little goblin...

Mingshu feels that if he dials it again, the goods may explode.

Mingshu thought about it, and finally repaired the window by himself.

I really don't know what to ask him to do.

Bad review!

"Click..."

Mingshu looked at the broken table.

She can't hold her smile!

Want to kill him!

I am already very poor!

Snacks are almost unavailable!

He has to do destruction!

Do I owe you? !

Goblin owes it!

Xu Shi noticed that Mingshu's unfriendly sight, and Duqin withdrew his hand, holding the doll and backing...and taking another step back...behind the bed.

"Stop!" Mingshu whispered, "Don't touch anything in my room!"

Duqin stood still. He looked at the table a little bit blankly, which was too fragile, just like her...

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Duqin stayed in Taoist temple for the next few days.

The workers were curious about this sudden man, but he never spoke, and he still held a rabbit doll in his hand, which looked a bit strange.

Coupled with the fact that Lao Yuan can feel the cold air on him, everyone dare not talk to him.

They have no right to question employers.

There is one other thing that makes workers more curious, and no one seems to have trouble with employers recently.

Those who have come every day before have not been here for days.

The repair work gradually came to an end.

Mingshu gave the workers the money to complete the work, and the Taoism that had been lively for a long time was deserted again.

Duqin stayed just to get his sword back.

A broken sword!

Mingshu has no doubt that he will leave when he gets the sword, so in this case, how could she return the sword to him?

He will not be returned.

Annoyed at him!

Let him destroy my furniture.

Duqin's men weren't important, and there was only one bed left in her room.

The two imps didn't know where to hide.

When Duqin was there, they did not dare to show their heads, and meeting with her every day was like connecting with the underground party.

Mingshu bit his bun and sat under the roof, checking his deposit...

Hey.

Grab ghosts and score points.

Mingshu boarded the forum to see if there was any work available.

It turned out that it was all small work and not challenging.

No challenge means no money.

Life without money... Mingshu said she would not take the job, she wanted to take the big job!

The forum was very quiet, and the latest post was a day ago.

"Little zombie."

Mingshu called a man standing under the eaves and holding the doll.

"Duqin." He usually asked Tenqin, who jumped a word, to correct Mingshu's name.

"Good little zombie, come here."

Duqin grabbed the doll a few times, walked long legs to Mingshu, looked down at her, and asked silently: What are you doing?

"Is the group of Taoists chasing you?" Ming Shu asked him.

Duqin nodded.

"You said that if I reported you here, would they give me a lot of money?"

"..."

"We can make a fairy jump, they give me the money and you run, how?"

"..."

Obviously it was a blazing sun, but Mingshu felt colder than the cold winter.

Is this method of making money bad?

Do you live here without paying?

I don’t agree with my snacks! ?

"Forget it." Mingshu continued to brush his phone. "You can't sell much money."

Du Qin's eyes were cold like a thousand-year-old lake, staring at Mingshu quietly, as if thinking about how to start.

Mingshu saw Duqin coming in carrying a coffin in the evening and said he was frightened.

Even if I said that kind of flower during the day, you don’t even have to prepare the coffin for me?

Ming Shu shrank on the bed, "What are you doing?"

Duqin put the coffin down and Mingshu saw it clearly. The coffin seemed to have been seen in the ancient tomb.

Give me back second-hand goods?

Duqin lifted the coffin lid without a word, and... lay in.

Mingshu: "?"

Mingshu waited for a while, and fart passed.

The coffin lid was only half closed, revealing the man's pretty face and sturdy chest.

Duqin hadn't closed his eyes, and his eyes were right.

The two stared at each other silently for a few seconds.

The atmosphere is subtle.

Duqin suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. Fortunately, the coffin cover blocked some, otherwise she might find her wrong.

Mingshu bent slightly.

Du Qin's eyes narrowed, watching Ming Shu lying on the edge of the coffin and looking inside.

"Do you sleep without clothes?"

Duqin's expression was blank, and he pulled the coffin lid off.

Mingshu: "..."

My little zombie.

There is a coffin with a slider!

"Hey." Mingshu knocked on the coffin board. "Aren't you bored when you sleep in it?"

The coffin was dark, and Duqin closed his eyes and listened to the sound outside.

When he was in the tomb, the whole world was quiet.

But there was a voice outside at this time, and he didn't even feel annoying.

"Little zombies don't have to think about breathing..."

Duqin: "..."

Mingshu turned around, and Duqin heard the sound from outside the coffin from time to time, but didn't endure before jumping out to hit her.

Duqin only brought the coffin back, and the reliefs carved on it resembled some kind of ancient totem.

Even for such a long time in the past, it is still clear.

This stuff must be very valuable!

Suddenly there was a coffin in the room. Mingshu felt that normal people would be scared if they woke up in the middle of the night.

So she decided to persuade Duqin to sell this thing.