Chapter 109 It’s better to completely mess up the situation

Xianyou Villa.

This place is winding and secluded, and is relatively remote, but there are dozens of luxury cars parked here, and the people who get out of the luxury cars are either rich or noble.

Especially now that it's the weekend, there are even more people.

But even though there are many people here, it still maintains a quiet atmosphere.

Everyone left the parking lot tacitly and walked towards the villa.

"Make way, make way."

Amid the jingling of car bells, a young girl rode a tricycle, nimbly shuttling back and forth among these luxury cars.

This is a bright yellow tricycle that will automatically announce when it is reversing, "Please be careful when reversing, please be careful when reversing."

After Xing Yang parked the tricycle in a wide parking space, he called out to the three people sitting in the tricycle who had been silent the whole time: "Master Zheng, we're here."

Taoist Master Zheng, who was wearing a Taoist robe, had been covering his face with dust. For the first time, he felt that his face was clean today.

"Keep your voice down. Is this glorious?"

Taoist Priest Zheng wanted to kneel down to Xing Yang.

Xing Yang helped Shen Mengzhu down first, and Shen Yiming next to him also got off the tricycle with his face covered.

It's embarrassing, so embarrassing.

Why on earth had he agreed to join Xing Yang in joining in the fun?

Who is the most lively one?

The gazes of the people around him almost made Shen Yiming melt.

Only Shen Mengzhu said sincerely: "Sister's tricycle is so cool."

Xing Yang smiled sincerely in response, "You have good taste. I paid the full amount for Xiao Huang."

Shen Yiming said, "...With your ability, you can buy all these luxury cars in the parking lot in full."

He didn't know that Xingyang already had so much money that he couldn't even count it.

Xing Yang quickly covered Shen Yiming's mouth, "Keep your voice down, we're talking about the Loser Counterattack script today."

After getting off the tricycle, Master Zheng, the loser, straightened his wrinkled robe, put the dust on his arm, and smiled at Xing Yang, "Thank you for bringing me here, but it's inconvenient for me to accompany you from now on."

Please, ancestor, please go away quickly.

Xing Yang blinked, "Master Zheng, we are your Taoist disciples, so of course we have to go with you."

As she spoke, she took out a bundle from the tricycle and opened it to reveal three Taoist robes.

As she spoke, she put on a green Taoist robe, tied her hair into buns on both sides, tied them with red ribbons, and then painted a cinnabar dot in the middle of her forehead.

A lively Taoist boy appeared before everyone.

Xing Yang was very quick and dressed up both Shen Mengzhu and Shen Yiming.

Then three Taoist boys appeared in front of Taoist Zheng.

Taoist Priest Zheng was silent for a moment. "Aren't you a poor Taoist holding a loser's script? How can you afford to take in three Taoist children?"

Xing Yang thought about it and agreed: "That makes sense."

Taoist Zheng felt hopeful, "Then you can go back."

"Then you can call us junior brothers and sisters." Xing Yang thought this was a good idea.

Taoist Priest Zheng: ...

She has grown up like this, but she was just a Taoist child just now?

Xing Yang took out a banner from his bag, on which were written the two big words "Fortune Telling".

Then she took out four folding stools and a loudspeaker and shouted, "Fortune telling, fortune telling, one thousand per time, you are not allowed to refuse."

Her trumpet was so powerful that it startled the birds in the forest and caused them to fly out.

What was even more surprising was that everyone in the parking lot looked towards Xing Yang.

Shen Yiming's eyes widened. "Xing Yang, this is different from the original script you mentioned."

Don't you want to talk about the script of the loser's counterattack?

Why are you suddenly telling fortunes at people's doorsteps?

This is fortune telling, this is ruining the show.

After Xing Yang recorded what he had just shouted, he placed the speaker in front of him.

"I thought about it and decided that a loser's counterattack wouldn't be cool enough. Since we're here to mess things up, we might as well mess things up completely."

Shen Yiming: “6.”

He also pulled Shen Mengzhu, "Mengzhu, when Xing Yang hits someone later, run away."

I always feel that Xing Yang is here to cause trouble.

Taoist Zheng broke quietly.

I regret it. I really regret it.

He should not have gone down the mountain, even if he was beaten to death by his master's slippers, he should not have gone down the mountain.

Xing Yang is scarier than Master’s slippers!

"Hello."

A man walked over and looked at Xing Yang unkindly.

Xing Yang's eyes lit up and she turned off the speaker. "Do you want a fortune teller?"

The man was almost amused by Xing Yang's shamelessness. "Do you know where this is?"

Seeing the man so arrogant, Shen Yiming stood in front of Xing Yang and asked, "Is this the place you marked when you peed?"

"You!" The man glared at Shen Yiming fiercely, "This is Master Bai's territory. You are telling fortunes here to attract attention or are you shameless!"

Xing Yang pointed at the flag stuck in the ground and said, "We are here to make money. We are not afraid of making money."

"Who asked you? You, take your people and get out!" The man pointed at Master Zheng.

Taoist Zheng used a dustpan to move the man's finger away and said calmly, "Your brother and your father are trying to poison you. Have you been having stomachaches recently? Congratulations, you've been poisoned."

There were gasps from all around.

The man was even more angry, "What are you talking about!"

As he spoke, he swung his fist and was about to hit Taoist Zheng, but suddenly he felt a spasm in his stomach, and he fell to his knees in front of Taoist Zheng.

But the little bean sprout next to him was still asking the Taoist, "Master, why did his brothers team up with his father to get rid of him?"

The man also wanted to know why. He felt as if a knife was sticking out of his stomach, tearing it apart everywhere. The pain was so severe that he broke out in a cold sweat.

At the same time, he had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Taoist Priest Zheng looked at his nose and pointed at the flag, "You have to pay to know this."

Xing Yang's eyes rolled and she looked at the man who was almost curled up in pain. "This donor, for only one thousand yuan, you can find out why your brother and your father want to harm you. Let's have a divination."

Then she handed the payment code to the man.

The man was still stubborn. "Bullshit, you swindlers, I'm going to call the police to arrest you. Ah~ it hurts."

He hadn't even finished uttering his harsh words before he covered his abdomen and nearly rolled over on the ground.

Xing Yang was unable to promote the business and looked regretful.

A woman suddenly got out of a luxury car, her tone filled with anger, "I knew there was something wrong with that old man, I'll tell you the fortune!"

The woman scanned the payment code in Xing Yang's hand, glanced at the man rolling at her feet, and instructed the driver, "Take this disappointing son to the hospital."

The man waved the driver's hand away and grabbed the woman's leg, "They are all liars, don't believe them, mom."

He had a stomachache simply because all bosses have stomach problems.

This is what is written in the novel.

Among ten bosses, nine have stomach problems, and one is simply sick.

Xing Yang got anxious when he heard this, "I don't have money, and I don't have my life either."

Trying to take the money back from her pocket? No way!

The woman kicked the man away. "You are such an ignorant person."

As she spoke, she transferred another ten thousand to Xing Yang.

"Fortune telling, Taoist priest, please tell me."