Zhao Yao followed Xiao Ming into the car. Xiao Ming looked at Zhao Yao's pocket with some surprise.
He could see Briquet in his pocket like a small wallet. He asked with some doubt, "Is it okay to leave this cat here?"
"Oh, Briquet." Zhao Yao rubbed Briquet's head and said, "Don't worry, she's very obedient. It's fine."
Xiao Ming nodded and quickly shifted his attention away from the cat. He said, "This time, other than me inviting you, my uncle and the others also invited some strange people."
"Oh?" Zhao Yao touched his chin and smiled. "It seems that you don't like that … Master Luo, right?"
"Of course." Xiao Ming said matter-of-factly, "If someone wanted to rob your coffee shop, master, you wouldn't just wait for death, right?" As he said that, he handed a stack of information to Zhao Yao.
"I know that master's magic power is powerful, but this Luo guy does have some ability. This is the information I've collected. Take a look, just in case."
The corner of Zhao Yao's mouth slightly curled up. He took the information in his hands and read it in the car.
The so-called Master Luo's original name was Luo Hao. He used to be a wild Taoist on Tianmu Mountain. He was over 40 years old and had no achievements.
However, just a few months ago, he came to the river sea and displayed his ability to retrieve items from the air, immediately becoming famous among the celebrities of the river sea. Not long after, he came to the Xiao family and obtained the appreciation of the current head of the Xiao family, Old Madam Xiao. Currently, he had an extremely high authority within the Xiao family.
Zhao Yao looked at the so-called magic power of Luo Hao in the information and guessed, "This guy's ability to telekinesis might be telekinesis.
He's so famous, Old He should have already talked to this guy. But if I ask, I don't think this old pervert will tell me. "
Zhao Yao thought about it and asked, "Does this guy have a cat?"
"Cat?" Xiao Ming was surprised and said, "Luo Hao doesn't seem to have a cat."
"No cat?" Zhao Yao said, "What about stray cats? Do you often feed the cats or go to cat cafes? "
Xiao Ming looked at Zhao Yao with some doubt. He didn't understand why Zhao Yao would ask this, but he still said, "I don't think so. I've never heard of Luo Hao liking cats. My grandma was bitten by a cat before, so she hates cats. There are no cats in the entire house."
"Oh?" Zhao Yao raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Interesting."
Zhao Yao continued to look at the documents. The briquet in his pocket was bored, so it quickly closed its eyes and dozed off in his pocket.
Xiao Ming drove all the way away from the outer ring road and toward the suburbs. Looking at the increasingly desolate roadside, Zhao Yao said, "Your house is really far away."
"Yes, my grandmother is a nostalgic person. She's old and likes peace and good air, so she bought the land near our ancestral home and built a house there. Now she basically lives there all year round."
After a while, when Zhao Yao looked at the manor in front of him, he finally understood how big this house was.
When the automatic iron gate opened and Xiao Ming drove in, Zhao Yao couldn't help but say, "Your garden, it must be big enough to run a horse, right?" At that moment, Xiao Ming became taller and taller in Zhao Yao's eyes. He was simply a chicken that could lay diamonds.
Xiao Ming said humbly, "The land in the suburbs is just cheaper."
After he and Xiao Ming got out of the car, they followed Xiao Ming across the garden and into the hall. Before they got close, they could hear a commotion. The two of them immediately walked up and saw that there seemed to be people arguing.
…
In the hall, an old lady with silver hair sat on the main seat. She had a fierce look on her face, and her gaze was stern.
There were more than ten men and women sitting below her. Looking at the old lady's honest face, it was obvious that this old lady had a lot of authority in the family.
Behind these men and women from the Xiao family, there were more than twenty people dressed in different attire. There were monks, Taoists, spiritual mediums, and even priests. They seemed to have been hired by the Xiao family to deal with Master Luo.
Beside the old lady, there was a middle-aged man with a refined temperament and a gentle demeanor.
This was obviously the Master Luo that Xiao Ming had mentioned, Luo Hao. He sat next to the old lady with a calm expression. It was as if nothing could leave a mark on his heart.
At that moment, a monk stood in the middle of the hall with his palms together. His eyes were slightly closed, as if there was a divine light shining in them.
"I am Yuan Tong. I have been cultivating on Mount Wutai for 30 years. Today, I have specially come to seek advice from Master Luo."
"Yuan Tong." Master Luo sat on the chair, but he didn't even stand up. "I think it's better for you to be a courier. Forget about fighting. It doesn't suit your style."
Yuan Tong's expression turned cold. He took a step forward, and the muscles all over his body vibrated. Then, he took off his shirt, revealing a body of shiny, bronze-colored muscles.
"Ha!"
As he shouted, a few other bald monks walked over. One of them was holding a dummy, and they used their swords, spears, and rods to hack at the dummy's body. In the blink of an eye, the dummy was chopped into pieces. Clearly, these weapons were real and not just for show.
Then, the group of disciples used the weapons in their hands to attack Yuan Tong. A small number of girls couldn't help but close their eyes when they saw this.
However, in the next moment, clanking sounds were heard continuously. When the disciples' knives and swords slashed, it was as if they were hitting metal and stone.
This wasn't an ordinary performance of using the tip of a spear to poke a few special spots. Everyone present could clearly see that the disciples were attacking as if they wanted to kill someone. Zhao Yao could even see a disciple stabbing Yuan Tong's stomach with a dagger. There was also a disciple stabbing Yuan Tong's kidney with a fruit knife.
However, be it the dagger or the fruit knife, they made clanking sounds when they stabbed Yuan Tong's bronze-colored skin. It was as if metals were colliding.
"What a good Dragon Roar Golden Bell Shield and Tiger Roar Iron Skin," a Taoist priest shouted. "Master Yuan Tong's skills are really the best in the world."
Xiao Ming's uncle, the square-faced Xiao Aiguo, nodded. He had spent a lot of effort to invite the most famous masters after asking around. All of them were famous figures in the circle of celebrities. He only hoped that they could deal with Luo Hao.
Zhao Yao looked at Yuan Tong's invulnerable appearance, and a look of surprise appeared on his face. "Hm? Is this monk also an apostle? But he doesn't seem to have the smell of a cat on him. "His eyes narrowed like a pair of vertical pupils." Interesting. "
However, seeing Yuan Tong's performance, Master Luo yawned and said helplessly, "Yuan Tong, if you go to China's Got Talent, you probably won't even be able to pass the audition."
Then, he made a gesture of shooting a gun and said, "Biu, carry him away. Next."
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