She was pushed down by the villain again in The Boss of Quick Travel

Celestial Master's courses are nothing more than theoretical knowledge and physical training, and drawing talismans is the only way to go.

Murong's family divided three rooms for use. The first thing Lan Yao went to was to draw talismans. Everyone was busy writing and drawing the talisman newly taught by the family on the talisman paper. Lan Yao, however, drew a chicken catching on the talisman paper. eagle.

Lin Shuang stretched out her hand, "I want to play too."

Lan Yao looked at the cinnabar pen, then at the Heavenly Master Huang Fu, and refused coldly, "You don't want to live anymore?"

This is the most restrained thing to play with.

Lan Yao ignored her, and she floated all over the room, blowing up this talisman, and flipping off that inkstone. The teacher who taught the class couldn't see the ghost king, but could sense the Yin Qi. He looked at Lan Yao and said:

"Can you take a better look at the Ghost King?"

Lan Yao was very innocent, "She is the ghost king, and I don't know the magic of the heavenly master, how can I discipline her."

teacher:……

Can you take this class well?

Lan Yao simply left the talisman drawing room and went to the body practice, which was for practicing physical skills or meditation. Lan Yao sat there and started snoring.

The teacher's mouth twitched and his fingers trembled: "Get out."

Lan Yao rubbed his eyes, turned around and went to the theoretical knowledge room. The teacher was explaining the levels and habits of ghosts. Lan Yao asked, "What is special about the Ghost King? What habits does it have."

"King of Ghosts?" This teacher was familiar with him. He talked eloquently, "King of Ghosts is the king of ghosts. The most powerful ghosts and demons are not as good as him. It is said that he is very fierce and tall, with a terrifying and fierce face. He can disinfect thousands of ghosts with just a wave of his hand. …”

"But he is similar to ordinary ghosts. He travels at night and is afraid of sunlight. These spells also do a lot of harm to him..."

As Lan Yao listened, he heard a cute sneeze in his ears. The ghost king in a Lolita dress wrinkled his small nose, picked up the talisman paper drawn on the table next to him and wiped it casually under his nose. Just throw it aside.

Lan Yao:......

There seems to be nothing to listen to in this theoretical knowledge class.

Lan Yao yawned and asked Butler Hu for wood.

Butler Hu: "But you want to make an altar for the Ghost King?"

The man shook his head, "She wanted me to make a coffin for her to sleep in."

Ghost King?sleep?

This was the first time that Butler Hu heard such words.

"How did you feel about today's class?"

Lan Yao's expression remained as usual, "Very good."

While the Tianshi students were still studying, Lan Yao rolled up his sleeves, swung the hammer and nails, and worked hummingly in the backyard. He lay back a little and almost fell on the nails. Lin Shuang put the Sharp nails were thrown at him.

"You are not afraid of death at all."

The man held the nail in his hand and played with it. His eyes between his hair were unmoved, "You should have seen it yesterday. There are countless scars on my body, but none of them are fatal."

In other words, he is unlucky, but he will definitely not die. At most, he will be in physical discomfort. If it is more serious, he will lie in bed for a year and a half.

Lingxing blinked, it was just admiring the beauty. It really didn't notice it, but the host should have seen it.

Lin Shuang said, "Didn't you find a reason?"

Tianshi is also involved in numerology, so he knows some fortune-telling skills. Doesn't his Lan family have any elders to tell him?

The man chuckled, like the muffled thunder in the clouds, "I have had a bad life since I was a child, and I have been shunned by relatives and friends. When I was ten years old, everyone around me died. After I was sent to the Lan family as an adopted son, they also lived with each other every day. I put spells on the house to keep away the bad luck on my body, but even though I was careful to protect it, many people died."

He looked at Lin Shuang outside and said, "I'm just an outsider. What do you think they are trying to do?"

Lin Shuang reviewed the plot of Xiayuan, thought for a moment and said, "You were adopted by the Lan family as designated by my family. They are under pressure from my family and will not abandon you. Or maybe they treat you like a close relative and don't care about it."

The Lan family happened to have no children. If there was no heir, they would be kicked out of the protection of the Murong family, and their life would not be easy.

Lan Yao was replying, "That's right, and I'm valuable to my family."

"Then why don't you want me?" Lin Shuangping lay above him, only a palm away from his face. If he had her, he would be much better off than before.

"Why should you keep things that you shouldn't have in your life?" Lan Yao closed her eyes, "If you can't have things forever, it's better not to have them in the first place."

Lin Shuang: "Then how do you know that I don't belong to you?"

Lan Yao's voice was light: "Murong Shuo's blood is the key to unlocking your barrier. I'm afraid my good luck in this life will be used when I find you."

Lin Shuang hesitated, "Then why don't I suck his blood? I like your blood."

Lan Yao didn't listen, and her logic was on the line, "You go to him, it will be easier to suck my blood from now on."

"I don't." Lin Shuang, "Man, shut up."

This man is annoying.

Lan Yao rested for a while, then got up again to make a coffin for Lin Shuang. Although he made some stops, he finished the coffin that fit Lin Shuang's figure before dark.

"Go in and try."

Lin Shuang went in and lay down, it was just right.

The man suddenly became more handsome, "My eyes are rulers."

Lin Shuang: ...

The coffin was fine in front of them one second, and then it burned and turned into ashes in an instant. The fruits of Lan Yao's labor and Lin Shuang's residence were just gone.

"As expected of Mr. Murong, he is really awesome. The teacher just taught you this talisman today."

"That fire is so beautiful. I heard that the holder can display different colors of fireworks according to the ability of the holder. Black is the top one. Master Murong, this is the purple one, right?"

"You are so powerful at such a young age. How many more years will you be able to do it again?"

"This Lan Yao is not doing his job all day long. He should really learn from Mr. Murong."

Murong Shuo stood in the crowd and said proudly, "I'm sorry, I'm just learning. I don't have a good grasp of the direction. Don't mind."

Lan Yao rubbed the calluses on his hands. It was nothing serious. He thought it was not perfect in the first place. He would just do it again tomorrow. But Murong Shuo was probably out of his mind. If he did this, how could the Ghost King like him?

Sure enough, the Ghost King next to him floated up, his red eyes were cold, and the cinnabar pen and talisman paper beside him flew up. The talisman paper just appeared for only a moment, but she picked it up and copied it directly, raising her hand. Just dump it on Murong Shuo.

The black flames enveloped Murong Shuo, and Lingxing was so frightened that his voice trembled, [Host, calm down... that's the male protagonist! 】

The people next to Murong Shuo were startled and quickly backed away under unknown circumstances. Murong Shuo also suffered pain that burned his heart and lungs. Just as he shouted, the head of the Murong family in robes appeared beside him and stretched out his hand through the flames. Holding his shoulders down, the black fire on his body disappeared.

Murong Shuo narrowly escaped death and gasped and knelt on the ground with a dark body, as if he had lost his soul.