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At midnight, Miao Wenyu, who felt good about himself, came out of the presidential suite of the hotel dangling.

Qi Ming didn't really fool himself. After a few stitches, Miao Wenyu had recovered his manhood.

At this moment, a van drove over.

Several masked men like wolves rushed out of the car and packed Miao Wenyu in with a big cloth bag.

Before the layman called for help, his head was hit hard.

"Have you caught him?"

"Catch it, it's in the bag."

"Okay, follow the original plan!"

A middle-aged man in the car hung up the phone and unpacked the bag.

Looking at Miao Wenyu who was unconscious in front of him, his face showed a hideous look.

Immediately, the middle-aged man took out a porcelain bottle from his waist and fed it to Miao Wenyu's mouth, and then ordered the driver to drive.

The car quickly drove to the door of the Miao’s villa, and a large sack was thrown on the ground along the door.

The bodyguard outside the villa rushed to see this, but the van had quickly left.

I don't know how long time passed, and another group of people ran here.

"The eldest master is injured, take him back soon!"

Half an hour later, Miao Tianhao looked at the group of doctors in front of him with a green expression.

"How is my son now?"

The doctors looked at each other with fear in their eyes.

An older doctor pretended to say: "The son of Ling has been drugged, and his life will be fine, that is..."

"Say.

"I'm afraid there will be no more children in this life..."

"what?!"

After listening to the old doctor's words, Miao Tianhao felt like the sky was spinning.

Seeing Miao Tianhao's expression unhappy, the old doctor hurriedly said: Mr. Miao, Master Miao has suffered a severe injury, and his spirit is still a little dizzy. I will prescribe some calming medicine.

"Go ahead."

Miao Tianhao sighed, led people out of the room, and ordered the bodyguards to stay outside.

After a while, Miao Tianhao walked back to his study and said to himself: "Wen Yu, my father will avenge you!"

After that, Miao Tianhao said in a low voice, "Who killed my son?"

"Mr. Qizhen, after our investigation, leaving the young master's van seems to belong to the extraordinary group."

"It must be Qi Ming! Only he can be so cruel!"

Hearing the bodyguard's reply, Miao Wenyu gave birth to smoke and said viciously: "Qi Ming, you are so brave, I am at odds with you."

At this time, Qi Ming didn't know that he had been cheated, and he was about to face a crisis.

Since agreeing to go to Kyoto with Yang Xiajiao, Qi Ming began to think about what gifts to bring.

The Huo's grandmother just gave birth to her son. It should be a good idea to give gifts from this Yang face.

Three days later, Haizhou’s largest Lingguang Temple held a grand temple fair.

This day coincided with the weekend, and there was an endless stream of tourists coming to visit.

In front of a hexagram stall, a middle-aged man with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek stopped an old lady holding a child and said solemnly: "Mother, I think your grandson will have a bloody disaster in the near future, I..."

"roll!"

The old lady yelled, "Reaper, you dare to talk nonsense, my old lady has smashed your stall!"

The middle-aged man was slobbered and walked back to the Guatan angrily.

"Hahaha……"

A young man next to him cupped his belly and laughed, tears of joy flowed out.

"Laugh!"

The middle-aged man glared at Yang.

"My buddy, your level of business is too bad."

Qi Ming wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, and said: "If you don't understand anything, you dare to say that your grandson is in a bloody disaster. It's fine if the old lady didn't hit you."

Taking advantage of today's temple fair, Qi Ming came over to ask for a peace talisman, but he didn't expect to see the god stick.

"what is your job?"

The middle-aged man asked curiously.

"Don't worry about it. If you want to solicit business, it's not okay to be close to each other."

Qi Ming became very playful and occupied the booth with Yang, holding the fortune teller's lotus, turtle shell and other fortune-telling tools to play.

"Oh, it turned out to be robbing business!"

The middle-aged man sneered and said, "If you don't even have the hair straight, you dare to come out to deceive people, and you can't let someone break your leg."

Qi Ming ignored him, and sat down cross-legged, counting constantly with his hands.

"Beauty, please stay."

Qi Ming's expression changed, and he stopped a young woman who was walking in front of him.

The woman was beautiful and slender, and when she heard someone calling herself, she thought she was a chatter, and said angrily: "What are you telling me to do?"

"Beauty, congratulations, your good deeds are coming."

"Good thing?"

The woman said dubiously: "You said there is something good about me."

"You are about to meet a noble person who can protect you."

Qi Ming pinched a few times and said with a grin: "But when you meet a noble person, you will suffer a disaster of blood and light."

"Then what?"

The woman's expression was indifferent and asked noncommittal.

"I have the amulet handed down by Zhang Zu, as long as you wear it with you, it will turn bad into good fortune, and everything will not be taboo,"

As Qi Ming said, he took a piece of crumpled yellow talisman paper from the ground.

"Smelly god stick, you want to lie to me, make you tender!"

The beauty sipped to the ground and turned away unhappily.

"The acting is broken."

The middle-aged man said tauntingly: "I think you should be as early as possible..."

Before the words were over, the middle-aged man was dumbfounded, and the woman who had left just ran back!

"Master, how much is your amulet?"

"two thousand!

Qi Ming stretched out two fingers and gave the middle-aged man a triumphant glance.

"I want it."

The woman used the mobile phone hanging around her neck to scan the QR code and said embarrassedly: "Master, can you please contact Yang Shi?"

"no problem."

Immediately, the middle-aged man stared blankly as the woman finished contacting Yang Shi, and left with a smile on his face.

When he saw the blood on the back of the woman's skirt, he understood everything!

It turns out that this is the so-called blood and light disaster.

The middle-aged man pointed at Qi Ming with his finger and squatted and said, "How did you guess that she will come to Auntie?"

"I didn't guess it, I counted."

Qi Mingfeng said lightly, with a smile in his heart.

As a Chinese medicine doctor, seeing, smelling, asking, and cutting is the most basic eating technique.

It's too easy to see when a woman will come to her aunt.

"Liar."

The middle-aged man curled his lips and said, "I see you kid, eight achievements are blind."

"Hey……"

Qi Ming shook his head and said, "Your wife just divorced you. Am I right?"

"you……"

The middle-aged man looked at Qi Ming in astonishment as if he was struck by lightning.

"Next time you lie, remember to pretend to be a little bit like."

As he said, Qi Ming pointed to the jacket that the middle-aged man put aside, with the green divorce certificate half exposed in his pocket.

He didn't understand Yang Lian's words, words, and colors, and he even dared to learn fortune-telling. Not being beaten was considered luck.

Seeing the middle-aged man's stupid expression, Qi Ming stood up and laughed, then walked away.

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