The Strongest Qi Refiner

Fang Yu kept walking forward, Tang Xiaorou closely followed him.

"Fang Yu, that one just now...isn't that really a ghost?" Tang Xiaorou asked with lingering fears.

"No." Fang Yu glanced at Tang Xiaorou and said.

"But why couldn't the waiter see him before?" Tang Xiaorou asked.

"Didn't he say it just now? He used the invisible technique." Fang Yu raised his brows and said.

Tang Xiaorou nodded as if she understood, and after walking for a while, she suddenly thought of something, raised her head and asked, "Fang Yu, did you see this man from the beginning?"

"Yes." Fang Yu replied.

"Then...you just want to see me making a fool of yourself!" Tang Xiaorou gritted her teeth in anger after she figured it out.

Recalling the scene when she was trembling with fright and crying while hugging Fang Yu, Tang Xiaorou felt a burst of shame and her face was as red as an apple.

Fang Yu was not in a hurry to go back to the apartment just after he was full, ready to take a walk for a while.

Tang Xiaorou walked beside Fang Yu.

The pace of the two was unhurried, especially Tang Xiaorou, who was still in shame and anger, bowed her head slightly, and her face flushed red.

In the eyes of passers-by, this is a pair of young lovers who have just fallen in love.

After a while, Tang Xiaorou got rid of the shame in her heart.

She raised her head, glanced at Fang Yu beside her, and asked in a low voice, "Fang Yu, if you don't go to college, what do you want to do?"

Hearing this question, Fang Yu glanced at Tang Xiaorou and said, "I have a lot of things to do."

"How can you do so many things at your age? Studying is the first priority!" Tang Xiaorou said seriously.

study?

Fang Yu had learned all the knowledge he could learn thousands of years ago, and now these high school and college knowledge are as boring as children's books to him.

After walking for a while, Fang Yu looked at Tang Xiaorou and said, "I'm going home, don't follow me."

"Who's following you!" Tang Xiaorou snorted and said, "I just sent a text message to my brother asking him to pick me up, he should be there soon."

Not long after Tang Xiaorou finished speaking, a black Mercedes-Benz car stopped by the roadside.

Tang Feng got off the driver's seat, saw Fang Yu, and quickly stepped forward.

"Fang Shenyi, hello." Tang Feng said respectfully.

Fang Yu nodded and said nothing.

Tang Feng looked at Tang Xiaorou, only to find that Tang Xiaorou's eyes were slightly red and swollen, as if she had cried.

"Xiaorou, what's wrong with you?" Tang Feng wondered.

"She met a ghost just now, and was so frightened that she burst into tears. If you see that scene..." Fang Yu smiled.

"Fang Yu!" Tang Xiaorou stomped her feet in anger, her face flushed red.

"I'm leaving, see you when I have time." Fang Yu waved his hand and turned to leave.

"Divine Doctor Fang, would you like to come and sit at our house? It's not far from here..." Tang Feng shouted from behind.

"Next time." Fang Yu said without turning his head.

Fang Yu's back slowly walked out of sight.

Tang Feng turned to look at Tang Xiaorou, and asked with concern, "Xiaorou, Doctor Fang said you just met..."

"No, no! Don't listen to his nonsense!" Tang Xiaorou was ashamed and annoyed, stomped her feet fiercely, and walked towards the car.

Tang Feng looked at his sister blankly, not knowing why.

Fang Yu did not return to the apartment directly, but continued to walk slowly on the street.

He was thinking about the information he got from Liang Wanhao's memory.

The witch goddess, performing a very important task...

If Fang Yu's speculation is correct, the very important task of the Witch God's Holy Maiden is aimed at him.

However, Fang Yu was very curious about what the other party wanted to do to him.

But Fang Yu didn't need to worry, let alone take the initiative to attack.

Because the other party will definitely send it to the door again.

At that time, Fang Yu will be able to know everything about the Witch God Sect.

Fang Yu walked forward slowly, passing a bar.

At this time, it was around 2:00 pm, and the general bars were not open.

But this bar is different. Although it is noon, the bar is already open, and there are still many customers. There are many expensive luxury cars and some modified superbikes parked at the door.

Fang Yu stopped at the entrance of the bar and walked into the bar instead.

Not because of wanting to drink, but because of a strange smell coming from inside the bar.

This breath is like the breath of a monk, but it is not exactly.

At the same time, this breath has great fluctuations, sometimes strong and sometimes weak.

Fang Yu walked into the bar.

Once inside, you can feel a completely different atmosphere.

Although the sun is fierce outside, the interior of the bar presents a dim light.

The space of the bar is very large, with a brightly lit dance floor in the center, and there are various booths next to the dance floor.

But at this time, there were very few guests in the booth.

Almost all the guests were on the dance floor, but they were not dancing, but gathered together and watched something.

Fang Yu stood on the spot, released his consciousness a little, and saw dozens of guests surrounded by layers, a middle-aged woman wearing a light blue robe with black cloth wrapping her hair, showing only one face.

That strange breath was not from this woman, but what this woman did did arouse Fang Yu's interest.

In front of the woman, there was a small table.

There were stacks of cards the size of palms in front of the table, and three cards were laid flat in front of the table of the opposite guest.

These cards have a copper star pattern on the back, otherwise they are solid black.

"Please draw one of these three cards at will." The woman said.

The guest hesitated for a while, then picked up the card in the middle.

The woman reached out and took the card, glanced at it, and then turned the card over to show the contents of the card to the guests in front of her.

The content of the card is a portrait of a warrior holding a shield and a sword.

And below the portrait, is a weird symbol.

"Master, you don't need to show me the contents of the card. I don't understand it anyway, so just tell the result. Will the business I'm going to talk about be successful?" the guest asked impatiently. .

The woman called the master covered the card on the table and stared straight at the guest's face.

After a while, she slowly said: "There will be some difficulties in the middle, but as long as you follow the original idea, this business will be successfully negotiated."

"That's great, thank you Master for pointing out the maze!"

The guest stood up ecstatically, took out several stacks of banknotes from the briefcase he was carrying, and put them on the table.

"Master, this is your reward, please accept it with you!" said the guest.

The woman nodded lightly and did not speak. She swung her hand forward gently, and the stacks of banknotes on the table disappeared.

Such a magical skill made the onlookers exclaim for a while.

"Master, help me see, I want to test love!"

"I'm here first! I want to measure my fortune! I'm about to buy a stock recently..."

"Get out of the way, let me come first!"

The situation was a bit chaotic, and the onlookers were scrambling to fortune-telling.

At this moment, on the VIP booth on the second floor of the bar, a hot and coquettish woman stared blankly at the crazy crowd on the dance floor below.

A man in a suit stood beside her and asked softly, "Master, since the appearance of this so-called master, the purpose of the guests who come to our bar has changed... Not for drinking, but for divination of the future... Isn't this not good for our bar?"

The woman glanced at the man beside her.

Because of the eyeliner, the woman's eyes are particularly seductive.

Even a man who has worked for women for many years can't help swallowing at this time.

It's a natural stunner...

The woman's red lips slightly opened, and she said in a magnetic voice: "60% of this master's daily income is ours, otherwise why do you think I would keep her here?"

"Sixty percent? With such a high percentage, this master is actually willing to..." The man was stunned and said.

"Yes, she agreed so readily that I regretted less." The woman said with a charming smile.

"Then... 60% of her daily income, how much is it?" the man asked.

"It depends on her mood. Sometimes she can help dozens of people a day fortune-telling, but sometimes, she only helps a few people fortune-telling... However, the reason why I keep her here is of course a considerable income. She is in We have been in this branch for less than ten days, and it has brought us more than two million income. This is pure income without any cost." The woman smiled.