The love from his master was too heavy, so the filial disciple Qin Zhan blocked Lao Deng in a few days to lighten his master's burden.
"What kind of religious sect?"
When the new "tool person" Zhang Yue asked a question, Qin Zhan and Lou Xiaotian, who were inner disciples, exchanged a glance and began to introduce Zhang Yue while making empty promises.
"As you know, Boss Lu sets up his stall very randomly. By joining the Baozi Cult, you can keep track of Boss Lu's whereabouts at any time."
"Yes, there are occasional surprises from Boss Lu, like this bowl of noodles today."
"After joining, you won't lose out or be cheated."
"I see you don't have much free time usually. Why don't you join the Baozi Cult? But you have to start as an outer disciple. We in the Baozi Cult treat everyone equally."
With the two men's enthusiastic promotion, Zhang Yue became a proud member of the "Baozi Cult".
"What do you mean by treating everyone equally?"
Lu Wu, who was carrying a cup of herbal tea out of the kitchen, overheard a little of it.
"Oh, we are sharing Fellow Daoist Zhang's experience in enjoying the benefits of the sect."
Is there anything wrong with this explanation?
No problem.
But Lu Wu thought of the Ghost Sect's impoverished background and nodded.
"Yes, when it's time to fleece, don't hesitate; when it's time to squeeze out the most juice, squeeze it out as much as possible."
"No matter how poor you are, you can always find something if you try."
Lu Wu, who had dug her own hole, didn't even notice that the eyes of all the "tools" were lighting up.
Boss Lu is teaching them how to fleece her.
Boss Lu is such a good person.
A chill ran through Lu Wu, who picked up her teacup and sipped the sweet, nourishing tea, her eyes darting left and right.
I have a feeling that there are treacherous people trying to plot against me.
It's an illusion, it must be an illusion.
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