Am I God

Zhao Yao got into the car with Xiao Ming, and Xiao Ming glanced at Zhao Yao's pocket unexpectedly.

Then I could see the briquettes in my pocket like a small purse, and I said with some doubts, "Is this cat alright here?"

"Oh, briquettes." Zhao Yao rubbed the head of the briquettes and said, "Don't worry, she's very good, it's okay."

Xiao Ming nodded, and quickly turned his attention away from the cat and said, "In addition to me inviting you this time, 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 one... Is it called Master Luo?"

"Of course." Xiao Ming said as a matter of course: "If someone else wants to rob your coffee shop, Master, you won't hold back, right?" After speaking, he sent a stack of documents to Zhao Yao.

"I know that you have great magical powers, Master, but this man named Luo does have some skills. Here is the information I collected. You can take a look and be prepared."

The corners of Zhao Yao's mouth were slightly raised, and he took the information in his hand and looked at it in the car.

The so-called Master Luo, formerly known as Luo Hao, was a wild Taoist priest on Tianmu Mountain before. Forty years old and nothing.

But just a few months ago, he came to Jianghai and showed his supernatural ability to take things from the air. He immediately became famous among the celebrities in Jianghai, and soon came to the Xiao family and got the current ruler of the Xiao family, Xiao Xiao. The old lady's appreciation now has a very high voice within the Xiao family.

Zhao Yao looked at Luo Hao's so-called display of supernatural powers in the data, and guessed in his heart: "This guy's ability to take things from the air may be psychic power.

He is so famous, old He should have talked to this guy, but if I ask, I guess this old pervert will not tell me. "

Zhao Yao thought about it and asked, "Did this guy keep a cat?"

"Cat?" Xiao Ming was surprised and said, "Luo Hao doesn't seem to have a cat."

"No cats?" Zhao Yaoqi said, "What about stray cats? Do you often feed cats, or go to cat cafes or something?"

Xiao Ming glanced at Zhao Yao with some doubts, and didn't understand why the other party asked that, but he still said: "I don't think so, Luo Hao, I have never heard that he likes cats very much, and my grandma was bitten by cats before. , so I hate cats, there are no cats inside or outside the house."

"Oh?" Zhao Yao raised his eyebrows unexpectedly: "It's interesting."

Zhao Yao just looked at the information, the briquettes in his pocket were bored, he quickly closed his eyes, and his whole body slipped into his pocket to doze off.

Xiao Ming drove all the way away from the Outer Ring Road, and continued to drive towards the outer suburbs. Looking at the roadside that was getting more and more desolate, Zhao Yao said, "Your home is really far enough."

"Well, my grandma is a nostalgic person. When she is old, she likes quietness and good air. She bought the land near her ancestral home and built a house. Now she basically lives in it all year round."

After a while, when Zhao Yao looked at the manor in front of him, he realized how big the so-called built house was.

When the automatic iron gate opened and Xiao Ming drove in, Zhao Yao couldn't help but said, "Your garden is well built to run horses, right?" At this moment, Xiao Ming grew taller and taller in Zhao Yao's eyes. The chicken under the diamond.

Xiao Ming said modestly: "The land in the outer suburbs is cheaper."

After he and Xiao Ming got out of the car, they followed Xiao Ming all the way across the garden and towards the hall. Before they got close, they could hear a loud noise. The two walked up immediately and saw that someone seemed to be arguing. .

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In the hall, an old lady with silver-white hair was sitting in the main seat, her brows were sullen and her eyes were stern.

There were more than a dozen men and women sitting below her, looking at the honest look on the old lady's face, it was obvious that the old lady was very majestic at home.

Behind these Xiao family men and women, there are more than 20 people dressed in various costumes, including monks, Taoist priests, spiritual mediums, and even priests. It seems that the men and women of the Xiao family have invited them to deal with Master Luo.

And beside the old lady, there was also a middle-aged man with elegant temperament and gentle manner.

This is obviously Master Luo Luo Hao mentioned by Xiao Ming, and he saw him sitting beside the old lady with a calm expression, as if nothing could leave a trace in his heart.

At this moment, I saw a monk standing in the center of the hall with his hands folded, his eyes slightly closed, as if a divine light was opening and closing in it.

"The poor monk is tactful and has practiced on Mount Wutai for thirty years. Today, I came to ask Master Luo for some advice."

"Yuantong." Master Luo sat on the chair, but didn't stand up: "I think you should go as a courier, don't worry about fighting, it doesn't suit your style."

Yuantong's face turned cold, he stepped out, his muscles vibrated all over his body, and then he took off his top shirt, revealing a shiny, bronze-like tendon.

"what!"

With his loud shout, several other bald-headed monks came up around him. Some of them also held a dummy. , Obviously these weapons are real, not fake goods.

Then the group of disciples attacked Yuantong with their weapons, and a few girls couldn't help but close their eyes when they saw this scene.

But in the next moment, the sound of ding ding ding ding sounded continuously~www.wuxiahere.com~ The swords and swords of many disciples were slashed like gold and stone.

This is not an ordinary performance of using the tip of a gun to hit a few special positions. Everyone present can clearly see that the disciples are attacking like a murderer. Zhao Yao can even see a disciple holding a dagger at Yuantong. There was a burst of stabs in his stomach, and a disciple used a fruit knife to stab the round kidney.

But whether it was a dagger or a fruit knife, the thorns made a clanging sound on Yuantong's bronze-colored skin, like a metal hitting.

"It's a golden bell hood with a dragon's roar and a tiger's roaring iron cloth shirt." A Taoist priest shouted: "Master Yuantong's hard work is truly unmatched in the world."

Xiao Ming's uncle, Xiao Aiguo with a national character face nodded. The strange people behind him were all he had recently tried hard to inquire about. After inquiring from various sources, some of the most famous masters hired were all well-known in the celebrity circle. I just hope they can deal with that Luo Hao.

Zhao Yao looked at Yuantong's invulnerability, but also showed surprise: "Huh? Is this monk also an apostle? But he doesn't seem to smell like a cat." His eyes narrowed, like a pair of vertical pupils: "Interesting ."

But seeing this performance of Yuantong, Master Luo yawned and said helplessly: "Yuantong, if you are a Chinese talent, you probably won't be able to pass the audition."

After speaking, he made a **** and said, "biu, carry it away, the next one."

Then he saw that along with Luo Hao's pretending to shoot, the monk Yuantong seemed to be hit by an invisible force, his body froze and flew out. The ground deformed, cracked, and then fell to the ground like armor, and he passed out.