"She hasn't come out yet?" Fu Qingyang looked down at her aunt.

Fu Xue opened her eyes, waved the bunny girl back, and sighed: "Let her stay alone. When I just divorced your uncle, I was in the same state. I felt that life was meaningless, and life was gloomy."

Fu Qingyang said coldly: "But I remember that you went to sleep outside not long ago, little fresh meat."

Fu Xue shrugged: "So, there are so many handsome guys in the world, there is someone who can bring you happiness. People don't live for love. Love is just the seasoning of life, and making money is the ultimate goal of life."

Fu Qingyang suddenly said: "It's still too late for you to go back and hug the thighs of the Miller family."

Fu Xue rolled her eyes: "My assets are all in the agency company. What's the point of hugging Miller's thigh? Alas, Guan Ya is a stubborn girl. Yuan Shi returned to the spiritual realm. She will not be able to get out of the shadows in a few years." , and I can't control her now, she's already level five."

She was very calm on the surface, but Fu Qingyang could tell that my aunt was deeply sorry and lost for the young man's death.

Fu Xue took a sip of the health-preserving tea, "Tell me about you, you and Jiu Lao have completely torn apart and cut off two-thirds of their power. This is a situation that will never stop, so you are not afraid of their assassination?"

For example, betray Fu Qingyang's whereabouts and information to the master of the evil camp.

This type of operation is a routine operation in Heavenly Punishment.

"Below level nine, come and die!" Fu Qingyang left these words calmly, turned and left.

Walking out of the small courtyard, he took out his mobile phone and dialed Zhao Chenghuang: "Chenghuang, borrow a stargazing prop from your grandfather for me, master level."

"Okay!" Zhao Chenghuang responded in one gulp.

At 4 o'clock in the afternoon, Xiahou Aotian asked Bai Huwei to send a gossip compass, and Zhao Chenghuang personally delivered the stargazing props, and arrived in Songhai at 8 o'clock in the evening.

Fu Qingyang put away the two props and came to the roof of the villa alone.

He wrote on the back of the yellow paper talisman: The probability of resurrecting Yuanshi Tianzun!

Pasted on the edge of the gossip compass.

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Good music hotel.

In the large suite at the end of the corridor, the Palace Mistress of Killing in a red dress was sitting in front of the dressing table, holding a wooden comb in her bare hands, humming a brisk song, and combing her hair gracefully.

"Ding!"

The phone on the table rang.

She put down the stick and picked up the phone to check the information.

[Fu Qingyang: Teleconference, the link will be sent to you. ?

The corner of the Palace Master's lips curled up, and he opened the chat software,

First agreed to Fu Qingyang's friend application, and then received a link from the other party.

She clicks the link, and the phone interface jumps to the conference call.

The master of Zhisha Palace held down the microphone, chuckled and said: "You finally came to me, two days later than I thought, tsk tsk, did the death of Yuanshi Tianzun hit you so hard, and made you so dull? .'

Fu Qingyang ignored her teasing, and the microphone icon lit up on his profile picture: "Wait a minute, there is one more person."

... JrNovels.com