RNP Chapter 397 is obviously mine!
Chapter 397 is obviously mine!
Late at night, Yujingtai.
The white-haired old man sat quietly beside the tea table, staring blankly at the figure on the wall of the luxurious house next to him.
Beside the old man, the tall man pointed casually, and a stool made of rock elements appeared out of thin air.
"Please sit down." Zhongli held the tea that Grandma Ping had just brewed. The tea leaves were a gift from Su Ming.
Grandma Ping came to her senses and was about to shake her head but her pupils shrank.
On the other side, the blonde girl and the white floating spirit covered their mouths tightly, their eyes wide open almost reflecting light.
On the glazed tiles, a man in black sat astride, holding a bamboo basket in his left hand, which was full of evil eyes.
With his right hand, he put his index and middle fingers together and drew talismans in the air with smooth movements.
Draw one and change the evil eye.
This cycle repeated itself until the talisman surrounded the entire house.
At the same time, the white gauze hanging on the man's body swayed and fluttered, and rushed straight into the main courtyard.
Su Ming took a closer look at the talisman that was hidden on the wall, stone pillar and ground, put away his evil eye with satisfaction, jumped off the wall and clapped his hands.
Grandma Ping's throat rolled, her voice was hoarse after the great shock, "Emperor...Emperor?"
"I am just a mortal Zhongli now, so please don't think too much about me, the immortal." Zhongli held the teacup, sniffed the tea fragrance with his nose, and let out a satisfied sigh.
That’s great. It’s also great to have a disciple from another world. This tea is also good.
Grandma Ping turned her head frame by frame, as if she had lost her flexibility after staying under her aging skin for too long.
Is she shocked by the identity?
She clearly wanted to ask why immortal talismans were used to pretend to be ghosts and scare people!
The Emperor accepted this disciple just to make these few remaining immortals become bald and embarrassed to go out, and return Liyue to mortals, right? !
What a deep scheming!
"This..." Grandma Ping didn't come back to her senses until Su Ming sat in front of her. She organized her words and looked at Su Ming hesitantly, "Are you really unclear about the disaster?"
Why get angry about the disaster for no reason?
The blonde girl's pupils narrowed, and her heart skipped a beat when she met Grandma Ping's suspicious gaze.
What makes immortals stronger than humans is not only their strength, but also their vision and experience accumulated over thousands of years.
Ningguang might be fooled by Su Ming's scandal, but the fact that she and Zhongli are master and disciple is indispensable.
But Grandma Ping...
Question: if Su Ming is beaten up by Grandma Ping after being exposed, should her little yellow-haired girl help Grandma Ping chase Su Ming around, or let nature take its course and try to make Su Ming expose himself?
Su Ming blinked, took out a small notebook from his pocket, and flipped through a few pages. "What do you mean his house? It's obviously mine!"
Zhongli:……
fluorescent:……
Paimon:...
For a moment, Yujingtai fell into silence.
The breeze was refreshing and pleasant, and the blooming glass lilies swayed slowly, making people want to grab them and put them in their backpacks, and also pick up the colorful flowers next to them.
"It was obviously the toy factory that was opened by the young master, me, and Disaster!" Su Ming's face was filled with righteousness, without a trace of guilt. "But he secretly embezzled my profits! I caught him red-handed! So he compensated me with the house!"
Hearing this, Grandma Ping frowned, and as an old lady would habitually do, she leaned over to carefully look at the document in Su Ming's hand with her eyes narrowed.
The few people who followed Su Ming to scare people in the middle of the night have fallen silent.
At this moment, the hearts of the god, the person and the food were all full of confusion.
Zhongli: Is it because I am too proud to be the only god in Teyvat?
Ying: My brother doesn't want to meet me. Is that because I'm shameless enough?
Paimon: ...My brain crashed.
"It's true..." Grandma Ping muttered, and then looked at the notebook in Su Ming's hand in confusion.
It was a palm-sized notebook with thick and smooth paper, and the animal skin wrapped on the outside was shiny and glossy.
Grandma Ping hesitated for a moment, her eyes swept across the obviously turned pages in the front, "Your book..."
Could it be some crazy quote?
I've embarrassed myself so many times, why didn't I know not to record my madness?!
Poor kid, never learned his lesson!
Su Ming flipped through the book and said calmly, "I won't need a diary to drive me crazy when I grow up."
Whenever he had an epilepsy, he would have it in front of people.
He has pulled the braids of four gods, personally sent himself to the light novel bestseller list, and even specially arranged for the CP leader to lead the rhythm. How can he still have the face? !
Granny Ping looked at the man in front of her with a puzzled look, "Really?!"
She didn't want Liuyun to come to her house and share some dog literature with her while she was enjoying the flowers and drinking tea one day!
"Really!" Su Ming said in all seriousness, as if he could immediately go to Jueyunjian and become an immortal. "This notebook is used for my accounting."
"For example?" Ying took a deep breath and hesitated, "Whose account?"
An executive like Su Ming, who casually throws away six-figure sums as if they were one morata, also knows how to keep accounts?
Hearing this, Su Ming flipped through the notebook and said, "Look, this is the IOU that the Sixth Executive Officer wrote to me."
As soon as the words were spoken, even Zhongli couldn't help but look over.
On the white paper was written "someone owed someone else", etc., and there was a signature at the end, but no matter how you looked at it, the strokes of the pen seemed a bit too forceful, making people feel that this IOU was written with gritted teeth.
There is a feeling... that I want to stab Su Ming to death with a pen.
"This one is for the young master." Su Ming turned the page and said, "I told fortunes for him when I was a kid. It's not too much to ask for half of his salary for the fortune told by the Emperor's apprentice, right?"
fluorescent:……
Ying looked up at Su Ming, and for a moment she felt that this world was a little magical.
So, does he know that he will make so much money when he grows up?
"Whose else?" Paimon blinked and pointed to the notebook that had been half filled.
I’m curious. I’m curious about how many people in Teyvat have been cheated by Su Ming.
"Doc, he wants to cut me. We made a bet. If he succeeds, I will work for him to earn funding. If he fails, he will compensate me with a slice every ten years." Su Ming flipped the pages one by one, counting carefully.
"So how many executive officers are left?" Ying frowned and asked hesitantly, "Are they all owed?"
"Yes." Su Ming flipped through the book and thought for a while, "Oh, no, the clown and the captain are not a nuisance. They are the ones who look down on me."
The Fools are so miserable. Some owe money, some owe slices of flesh, and some deserve beatings.
"Wait." Ying suddenly thought of something, glanced at Grandma Ping and said hesitantly, "Where are the rich people?"
As the former boss holds the financial power, he wouldn’t owe Su Ming anything, right?
Su Ming flipped open the book, pointed at a page and said, "He owes me an Eye of God."
Poor Pantalone, he doesn't even have the Eye of God, but he already owes one.