The Contemporary Academic God is Secretly a Charlatan Chapter 3

Chapter 3 Amulet

After Mu Qingyan finished absorbing it, she couldn't help but sigh, this person's purple energy has immeasurable merits!

In just half an hour, she recovered to 20%. If she relied on him to practice for another year and a half, she would definitely return to the status quo of her previous life.

This is simply a walking treasure furnace. Mu Qingyan looked excited and was thinking about how to get close to him.

Mu Qingyan turned her head and looked at him with a solemn expression. She kept counting the noble man in front of her with her fingers, but she couldn't figure out his fate. I can only count the others, but this one is shocking. This guy will have a catastrophe tomorrow, and this catastrophe may make him a vegetable for the rest of his life.

This is a noble person she cultivated for the sake of future cultivation. She can't just die without saving him!

“Well, you must not get in the car at noon tomorrow, otherwise there will be a **** disaster, and you will either die or be disabled.” Mu Qingyan held Mo Qingcheng's hand and looked at him with a solemn expression, her black eyes like endless abyss.

Mo Qingcheng hesitated for a moment and took out his hand somewhat unhappily. With a look of disgust on his face, he picked up the handkerchief from his trouser pocket and wiped the hands stained by Mu Qingyan.

Mu Qingyan was still sighing, the noble man in front of her had really slippery hands. "Ahem," Mu Qingyan coughed a few times to break the awkward situation.

Shanghe saw this scene in the rearview mirror and looked excited. The young master actually had his hand touched. Good guy, the woman in front of him is so brave. You must know that the young master particularly dislikes women. Even if the wife wants to touch the young master, she has to ask.

Mo Qingcheng looked at Mu Qingyan coldly, "Don't touch me, and stay away from me, or you'll get out of the car."

Mu Qingyan looked at Mo Qingcheng, how dare this guy dislike her. When she grew up, she always disliked others. He is such a lonely guy. If he didn't think he was a noble person, no one would want to talk to him.

　　With an unhappy look on his face, he took the handkerchief away from his arms. Showing his flawless white teeth, he bit his hand.

Then he quickly wrote a peace charm on the handkerchief with the blood of his fingers. Throw it straight to him with a look of disgust on his face. "This peace talisman can protect your life. It is considered as my travel expenses. Please don't take the car at noon."

After saying that, he opened the car door and walked out. Mu Qingyan turned her head and said something to the man as she closed the door.

“My name is Mu Qingyan, you brat, please remember my name. After all, this Heavenly Master will be your savior tomorrow. Please be polite to me then, see you later.”

Mo Qingcheng had a puzzled look on his face. Why did she dislike him? Why did she say such nonsense? She must be crazy! Holding the handkerchief, looking at the handkerchief with strange words written on it.

Looking at Mu Qingyan's retreating back again, the girl always felt that something was a little abnormal. What kind of words are written here? Although the words look like a talisman.

Shang He looked curious, "Master, is she abnormal here?"

Shang He pointed at his head and asked curiously.

Mo Qingcheng looked at Shang He with disgust, "Even if she is abnormal, her IQ is higher than yours."

Shang He felt aggrieved instantly when Mo Qingcheng said this. "Master, I am from Hartford after all. I am not stupid."

Mo Qingcheng chuckled, "Not stupid, but stupid."

Shang He could not explain to his young master that he was not stupid, because his young master's IQ was beyond the reach of ordinary people, so he continued to drive silently.

Shang He looked at Mo Qingcheng holding the handkerchief, folded it inexplicably, and wrapped it in a clean handkerchief. He put it into his backpack and picked up a tissue to wipe his hands. After taking this series of measures, he himself didn't even know how strange his current behavior was.

Shang He shook his head and sighed, the young master just disliked her, why did he accept it again? This is not cleanliness.

Mu Qingyan came to the gate of a community based on what she saw about the original owner. The security guard at the gate of the community looked surprised when he saw Mu Qingyan.

"Xiaoyan! What's wrong with you? What's going on? Why are you all wet? Oops... your forehead is injured, and you're covered in blood! Do you want grandpa to call the police for you?" An The uncle opened the door nervously.

Mu Qingyan looked at the security guard's sincere concern and smiled. "Grandpa An, I'm fine, no need to call the police. I did it accidentally, it just looks scary."

Uncle An had a look of disbelief, "Xiaoyan! You man! You have to be tough, otherwise you will only get bullied. If it doesn't work, call the police and ask the police for help. Don't let your mind wander! You are still young!"

Uncle An looked like he hated iron for not being able to become steel, and he talked a lot about it. Mu Qingyan did not appear impatient and listened carefully to what Uncle An said.

Uncle An saw that Mu Qingyan had listened and patted her. He signaled her to go back and change clothes quickly so that she wouldn't get too cold.

Mu Qingyan thanked her and returned to the original owner's home. Listening to the sound coming from the room, he picked up the key he carried with him with a look of disgust and opened the door as the original owner had done.

A man and a woman on the sofa in the living room looked at Mu Qingyan with fear on their faces. "Ghost..."

The woman was so frightened that she fell to the ground. The white flesh in front of Mu Qingyan made her feel disgusted.

Mu Qingyan looked at the man and woman who killed the original owner. They were so ungrateful. They were simply filthy and filthy people.

He walked up to them coldly, staring at them fiercely with an expression full of disgust.

(End of this chapter)

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