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Liancheng left Haiyun Water Club first.

After getting this 80,000 artifact, he had not had time to carefully consider the functions and functions. He had obviously taken a shower, but the smell of blood rust on his body seemed to be lingering. He planned to go back and rinse his body with water.

Han Fei watched Liancheng get into a taxi.

Until the rough cart completely disappeared into the night on the street, she shook her head and smiled slightly.

"Xiaoyi, aunt really found you a wonderful person."

Tonight, Wang Qianyi re-reached this best friend with a big personality. Her carefree appearance was all concealed, but the friendship between the two was absolutely sincere, so she no longer cared about it.

She doesn't really want to talk more about this topic.

"You'd better deal with him less." Wang Qianyi said something else, "Liancheng is not those ignorant little boys who surround you. He has many secrets and no one can figure out his background. Many times, I thought that if I understood him, the next second, reality would slap me in the face."

"Is it a bit too much for you to evaluate the teacher like this?" Han Fei joked. She smiled enough and said seriously: "But to be honest, Liancheng can indeed help me. His ideas are not innovative and unique, but they are very tricky and have great operability. For example, he has studied me a long time ago and knows my biggest weakness..."

Wang Qianyi said in a snorted voice: "Even I don't know your weakness, how could that vulgar man know? Well... can I tell me it easily?"

"You can guess, of course it's a name." Han Fei chuckled: "It's my opinion in the eyes of others. I like the spotlight so much that I wish I could live in the gaze and praise of others all my life. Yaya, isn't it a bit too stinky? Haha! I wrote a book based on me? He can think of such a wonderful idea! This is much more interesting than starting a live broadcast! No, it's just as interesting!"

Wang Qianyi felt a faint confusion and fear in her heart.

Liancheng seemed to have offered a condition that Han Fei could not refuse. So... how did he know that Han Fei would definitely not refuse? A guy who has insight into human nature and is good at using it has always been terrible.

But she subconsciously didn't want Lian Cheng to be such a person.

Wang Qianyi was still biting her lip, and Han Fei waved her fists excitedly: "I told my father that I want to make a big investment. It's just 500,000 yuan, and he will definitely be willing to pay for it. This time it's not about playing, it's about starting a business! It's a legitimate and well-founded business! Hey, it's really great..."

"Yes, it's great." Wang Qianyi murmured in a low voice.

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"marvelous."

Stairway entrances on the second and third floors.

The naughty child Zhang Haichao was about to jump up. He squatted down, hugged Liancheng's thigh exaggeratedly, raised his head and praised: "Brother Lian, you are really my savior, you are G-fat, Ceria, and Ali and Sona in my heart forever..."

"Stop! What are the things you said later?" Lian Cheng laughed and scolded: "I agreed that I will only help you this time. And I will definitely tell your dad afterwards."

Zhang Haichao showed a little white teeth: "It's okay. My father doesn't hit anyone, so I secretly stumbled on it. He knew about the parent-teacher meeting, but he wanted my mother to go, but before he could tell my mother that you, the great savior, appeared!"

Liancheng asked Zhang Haichao to go downstairs to buy some ice beer and garlic scallops. The kid took the money and ran downstairs happily, which was much more active than collecting the remaining blood on the line.

3 bottles of old snowflakes, 20 yuan scallops, and a box of tinfoil enoki mushrooms. This is Liancheng’s favorite midnight snack. It can’t cost too much money, but it can bring a lot of happiness to him and his stomach.

Zhang Haichao worked hard to serve the old man.

"Open the cover!" Lian Cheng sneered lazily on the chair.

The boy immediately started the wine, then trotted over and handed it to Liancheng. Looking at Liancheng's big bottle of wine, he suddenly felt a little thirsty and said, "Brother Lian, can you give me a glass?"

"Children should not drink." Lian Cheng laughed loudly, blew the whole bottle of beer in one breath, and let out a refreshing breath. Seeing his doubts, he smiled faintly and said, "Children will be very happy even if they don't drink."

"I think I'll be happier to drink a little now, I'm so thirsty." Zhang Haichao muttered.

In the end, Liancheng still didn't let the naughty child get even a drop of beer.

After having the midnight snack, he personally sent Zhang Haichao back to the second floor and stretched out his hand. Zhang Haichao thought he was going to slap his head, so he hurriedly hid aside. Before his feet could move, a big hand appeared on his shoulder. He heard Lian Cheng say, "I'll take you to school tomorrow, don't get up late."

Zhang Haichao is a good player in the basketball team. It’s a bit strange that he didn’t avoid it, but he didn’t think much about it and brought happiness into the house.

Lian Cheng first came downstairs and locked the door on the first floor carefully, then the iron doors on the corridor on the second and third floors were locked one by one. He was not worried about Zhang Youwei's family's travel problems, so he gave him a spare key.

Click.

The security door turned on the bolt and then hung the chain. He put his ear next to the security door. He listened to the movement in the corridor for a while, and there was no mouse outside in silence.

The windows are closed and the curtains are drawn. Turn the lights in the house to the brightest and find a place to avoid the connection between the light source and the window, in order to avoid your shadow being printed on the window.

After doing all this, he carefully opened his shoulder bag, shook it, dagger, mountaineering rope, camera and a roll of black painting.

Sweeping the irrelevant things aside, Lian Cheng didn't forget to pull a few old man's heads from his wallet and throw them to the head of the bed. Some golden round thing slipped out of his pocket and rolled over without dignity.

Lian Cheng placed the scroll on the table and then pushed it flat to both sides.

To be honest, there is actually nothing on the picture, only a piece of black, so dark that it cannot be seen. Looking closely, there is a faint black gas flowing, and the shape of the black gas changes, like countless human faces struggling on paper.

He tried to ask about the painting of Tongqian, but Tongqian insisted on pretending to be stupid and said nothing, and only conveyed some simple usage of the painting with his mind.

Lian Cheng took a deep breath, and silently recited the mantra of "Yinqi Ji" according to the method he remembered. His temple suddenly bulged high, and golden divine light began to bloom in his eyes. He shouted loudly, and his right arm held the power of the dragon python and penetrated straight into the black painting paper!

His entire arm was almost gone. There was a table under the drawing paper, but his hands in the drawing paper felt as if endless and wide space.

It took less than half a second to Liancheng to pull a black shadow, and the black shadow stuck to the drawing paper, and he tore it out of the drawing paper with force. It was easy for his power to break the cement wall, but it took him a lot of effort to tear the shadow.

"Come out!"

Smack, don't throw the dark shadow on the floor.
Chapter completed!