I Can Brush Attributes

Shen Anchen stared blankly at Wang Ping, his face full of astonishment.

Master Wang Ping, are you sure you are here to exorcise ghosts? instead of prostitution?

The female ghost was also sluggish, staring at Wang Ping.

Because Wang Ping was unbuttoning her clothes, and Wang Ping said something that could not be refuted.

"Come on, come and help me untie her clothes. She must be very uncomfortable now. It's hard to breathe after being cut in half. Untie her clothes and let her breathe. I will give her artificial respiration."

Shen Anchen was dumbfounded, while Lao Chen made a gesture of showing one hand to six, the implication being Wang Ping6666.

Ding! The female ghost is holding the host's hand tightly and does not let her untie her clothes, attribute +1

Time passed by minute by second, ten minutes passed, and Wang Ping was still rubbing it with euphoria.

Ding! The female ghost scolded the host as a beast in her heart, even the ghost will not let go, attribute +1

Ding! The female ghost yelled at the host, have you kneaded enough? You have been kneading for ten minutes. If you knead the steamed buns again, you will knead them into small balls. Attribute +1

"You...don't touch me."

The female ghost finally couldn't help but said, with a face full of lovelessness.

God, how can there be such a beast, but I was cut in half, you are still in the mood to rub Naizi, won't your conscience hurt?

"Miss, you're still alive, that's great." Wang Ping said, pinching the buttocks of the female ghost who was cut in half.

After saying that, Wang Ping glared at Lao Chen and the two and shouted.

"Why are you still stunned, fight the demon 20, call an ambulance to save this poor D-cup... um, let me see."

Wang Ping said here, lifted the skirt of the female ghost's lower body, and said.

"Save this D-cup girl in red lace panties."

Shen Anchen was sluggish, indifferent to Wang Ping's shouting, and his current three views were in a state of sparseness.

But Lao Chen was not idle, picked up the phone and pressed the touch screen button.

Immediately, a home-made copycat mobile phone specially designed for the elderly with inconvenient hearing, the loud and humanized keystroke sound came out.

"Six, six, six."

Lao Chen picked up the phone, as if making a call, and said to the phone.

"Hey, is it the UP master of station B? There is a show who is too showy. Is it too late for me to submit a video? By the way, tell the second battalion commander and pull out Laozi's Italian cannon. I will give it to this man. Xiu'er set off fireworks."

Ding! The female ghost's mentality is broken, a host beast molests me, even if there are two people who eat melons, they are still squatting melon seeds, attribute +1

Another few minutes passed, and Wang Ping, who had been shouting for the demon 20, suddenly looked at the female ghost in red.

His face was extremely serious, and he stared straight at the red-clothed ghost, and even the red-clothed ghost was stunned.

Um? Why did this man suddenly change his eyes, he was so serious, did he realize that he couldn't tease ghosts, and wanted to apologize to me...

"Why aren't you dead yet." Wang Ping said.

The red-clothed ghost who is thinking is staring at the boss, I am a fairy!

Ding! The female ghost is broken inside. She thought the host knew it was wrong, but it turned out to be wrong. Attribute +1

I saw Wang Ping frown, showing dissatisfaction.

"Why haven't you died yet? It's been ten minutes. It stands to reason that a person should have died after being cut in half for so long."

"Could it be... are you a ghost?!"

Listening to Wang Ping's last voice, the female ghost fell into a sluggish state and did not speak for a long time.

Ding! The female ghost is extremely collapsed, your reflex arc is so slow! Did you know I'm a ghost? Attribute +1

At this moment, the still sluggish female ghost felt a monstrous righteousness, and her pupils shrank suddenly.

The female ghost who looked at Wang Ping at close range was shocked to find that white light flashed in her eyes.

The white light flickered and turned into a roaring white ze that stunned the heavens.

When the red-clothed female ghost was about to scream in fear, Wang Ping dropped his palm and slapped the female ghost's Hungry with his palm.

boom!

The female ghost's mouth is sunken, her body is like a mirror cracked and exploded, and her soul is scattered.

Ding! The female ghost can't close her eyes before she dies, you damn host, kill me if you're done prostitutes, don't you think about rubbing Hungarian feelings, attribute +1

The female ghost flew away and was sucked into Wang Ping's Zuo Xiong mouth.

Wang Ping exhaled, grinned, and shook hands.

"It's really cool to prostitute, and it feels really good."

At this time, Old Chen Xiao ran stepped forward, and naturally handed Wang Ping a package of potato chips.

"Wang Ping, you are still as hot as ever."

"Where are you, you can't be as good as Lao Chen's Italian guns."

After speaking, the two laughed together.

If there is no dialogue between the two, people who don't know will think that these are two confidantes who have rhetoric.

Shen Anchen was still sluggish, looking at these two people who were stunned.

It was not until Wang Ping came over that Shen Anchen recovered from his emotion.

"Old Shen, remember to transfer the money."

Hearing this, Shen Anchen looked up at Wang Ping, not stunned.

He saw Wang Ping looking at him with disappointment, and shook his head.

That appearance is clearly saying to himself, cub, Dad is very disappointed in you, you can't even call 666.

Shen Anchen's mouth twitched and he opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say, so he could only honestly transfer money to Wang Ping.

After receiving the money, Wang Ping nodded in satisfaction.

After chatting a few more with Shen Anchen, Wang Ping and Lao Chen drove away.

Watching Wang Ping go away, Shen Anchen took out a cigarette and lit it, slowly exhaled a cigarette, looked up at the full moon tonight, and muttered.

"It turns out that exorcism is all it takes to show off..."

...

Wang Ping returned to room 201 of the apartment, it was close to 4 o'clock.

After sleeping for a few hours, at 8 am, Wang Ping got up to wash and went out.

"Wang Ping, you have to go out so early, where are you going?" Zhang Yao looked puzzled.

"Go pick up the current head of the Wang family."

Pengcheng International Airport, waiting hall at the exit.

Wang Ping waited boringly for an hour, and finally the person he was waiting for came out.

It was a middle-aged uncle, and his appearance was similar to Wang Ping.

Compared with Wang Ping, this uncle has more maturity.

His eyes are bright and bright, like a beacon, and there is a short stubble on his chin, which adds maturity and masculine charm to him, and gives him a sense of boldness.

Even in the crowd, you can see him at a glance, his temperament is prominent, and he has a strong sense of sight.

"Smash!"

"Dad!"

Wang Ping and Wang Quan and his son met each other with happy smiles on their faces and hugged together.

To outsiders, this looks like a father and son who have a very good relationship, which is enviable.

The people around looked at the pair of beards and responded with warm smiles.

However, the smile hadn't been maintained for a second, and the expressions of the people around were stunned, and their expressions became strange.

Wang Ping and Wang Quan, who were hugging each other, patted each other on the back.

Bang bang bang sounded on the back of the hammer, and the sound was so loud that others who didn't know it thought they were hammering iron. It was obvious that the two of them were trying their best to hammer each other's back.

At the same time, the two said while hammering vigorously.

"Erzai, I want to kill your father, I've become stronger, how are you doing recently, have you eaten on time and masturbated?"

"Dad, I miss you too. You look like a year older. It's safe to go to earth."

Passers-by were stunned.

What is this special loving father and son? Sure it wasn't a father who was going to murder his son, and a son who was going to murder his father?

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