Metaphysics tycoons rebuild the underworld in the interstellar

Chapter 100 Only one copy

Lingchu hummed, "Is there a problem?"

Lingfei didn't dare to say anything, and waved his hands again and again, "No, it's okay, I just didn't expect...you just sent Ju Manman back, so that you can earn 1 yuan? This..."

It's too much money!

Lingfei was quite speechless.

Lingchu heard what Lingfei was thinking, and smiled with bent lips: "Why, are you envious?"

Lingfei laughed dryly.

Lingchu poured cold water on him, "Unfortunately, not everyone can enter this line of work."

As she spoke, she looked Lingfei up and down.

"At least, you don't have the talent."

Lingfei was taken aback.

He really wanted to say, let Lingchu teach him, maybe he can make a living by it.

After all, he looked at Lingchu's business, which was quite simple.

Hearing Lingchu's words, he was a little embarrassed and unwilling, looked at himself, and muttered: "I, why am I not suitable, I am... not very good?"

Moreover, he is also a b-rank fighter after all.

Although it is a little worse than Lingchu, it is not bad.

Lingchu saw through his small thoughts, and explained as he walked forward: "It's not that easy to enter this profession. Whether you are a B-level fighter or not has nothing to do with this profession. It's just that your spiritual bones are too turbid and your six sense organs are too unclean. , the spirit is heavy, it is not suitable for entering this industry, even if you try to enter it, you will not be able to cultivate anything famous, so you might as well be your ordinary person."

Hearing this, Lingfei looked a little awkward, "I, I'm just that bad..."

Lingchu looked back at him, and said bluntly, "Well, judging from your talent in this line of work, you are indeed pretty bad."

Lingfei suddenly felt that he had been stabbed in the chest, and the pain made his heart tremble.

But now he has no guts to argue with Lingchu, so he can only bow his head resentfully.

But Lingchu said, "Being good at being your B-rank fighter is better than anything else."

After finishing speaking, she continued to walk forward.

Hearing this, Lingfei sighed.

That's right, everyone has their own life.

There are so many people in Desolate Star, only Lingchu is the only one who knows those ghosts and ghosts.

Maybe he really isn't suitable.

Thinking of this, Lingfei felt a little better.

When Lingchu and Lingfei walked to the side of the road, they first sent Ju Manman back to the soul arresting talisman.

While waiting for the flying car, Lingchu suddenly remembered something, "That's right."

She suddenly looked back at Lingfei.

Lingfei was thinking about something with his head down. Hearing this, he didn't react for a while, "What?"

Lingchu chuckled.

When Lingfei saw Lingchu's smile now, he felt creepy, and there must be nothing good.

Shocked, he immediately took two steps back, "What's the matter?"

Seeing this, Lingchu clicked his tongue, grabbed Lingfei's shoulder, pressed the person in front of him, and smiled, "I just want to ask you something, why are you panicking?"

Lingfei panicked even more, "Here, what's going on..."

Lingchu's smile didn't change, "I just want to ask, we've never had such a fortune-telling thing before, right?"

Lingfei nodded hesitantly, "It probably hasn't appeared before... But hundreds of years ago, there was a wise man, the kind of prophecy that can predict future disasters in legends, but it seems that it has not appeared for a long time now."

Lingchu raised his eyebrows, "A wise man? That's similar to fortune-telling."

Lingfei scratched his head, "It's the same, but it's not the same. A wise man only predicts some big things related to galaxies and empires, and I have never heard of someone's fortune-telling."

Lingchu blinked, "Then my fortune-telling is the only one here, right?"

Lingfei didn't know why, but still nodded, "Right..."

(End of this chapter)