Mu Shao, your wife is not simple

Chapter 47

"You, you... who are you?" Zhao Rongzhuo looked at the skinny old man in front of him in amazement.

His hair was withered and yellow like weeds, but it hadn't been combed well, and it was half-grown to his shoulders. No matter how you looked at it, it looked like a lunatic.

"I..." The crazy Taoist smiled strangely, "Master Cheng's uncle, everyone calls me the crazy Taoist."

"B-Master... You came to the humble house, yes, do you have any advice?" Zhao Rongzhuo had to be on guard, Master Cheng, an uncle, was not normal no matter how he looked at it.

"I heard that my nephew found a magic weapon." The mad Taoist asked Zhao Rongzhuo with a half-smile, "I didn't win."

Zhao Rongzhuo swallowed his saliva awkwardly, not knowing what the madman meant.

"Where is that magic weapon, take me there." The madman ordered.

Zhao Rongzhuo naturally couldn't refuse.

Master Cheng, who was walking towards the high-speed rail station, suddenly received a call from Zhao Rongzhuo. He frowned, but he still picked it up. Before he could speak, there was a voice that made the hairs stand on his back: "Nephew! , I heard that you met a master."

Master Cheng stopped abruptly: "Master?"

"I'm going to see what kind of master you are, and you'll be devastated." After the madman finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Master Cheng turned around abruptly, and ran wildly under the horrified gazes of passers-by.

"I'll go, is that the sprinter?"

"So old?"

"Retired."

Regardless of other people's opinions, Master Cheng ran to a less congested road, hailed a taxi, and drove to Mu Yehan's house.

After arriving at the place, the tragic situation was not as he imagined, but there was no one to stop him, so he could drive straight in.

After entering the living room, Master Cheng's expression froze, and he cupped his hands and said, "Uncle."

The crazy Taoist was sitting on the sofa, playing with the jade pendant in his hand with a smile, as if he had encountered some novel toy: "This is the magic weapon you want?"

Master Cheng glanced at the old grandson Mu Zixiang and Mu Yehan who were sitting on the sofa next to them. Those three people were obviously sitting there reluctantly, and they should be controlled by his uncle.

As for Zhao Rongzhuo, he was the only ordinary person on the scene who could move freely. However, he was trembling behind the crazy Taoist. It could be seen that he had experienced a thrilling thing just now.

"I heard that this was originally a broken magic weapon." The mad Taoist stared at Master Cheng with a half-smile.

Master Cheng frowned, and glanced at Zhao Rongzhuo. Naturally, it was impossible for Mu Yehan and the others to disclose the news. The only one who knew the truth was Zhao Rongzhuo.

"Yes." Master Cheng nodded.

"It's really interesting." The crazy Taoist Jie Jie laughed strangely, "There are still people in the world who can repair the magic circle. I would like to meet such an expert."

"Uncle Master..." Master Cheng frowned. He naturally knew the temperament of his uncle. As long as he saw a good magic weapon, he would always take it by force. When he saw an expert, he would always challenge him. He will never stop unless he beats the opponent until he loses all his confidence.

"I heard that you lost?" The mad Taoist laughed, "I can make you lose. I'm really looking forward to meeting that expert."

Master Cheng sighed slightly in his heart, no one can really control him as his uncle.

"Okay, you just sit here, let's wait for that expert together." The crazy Taoist waved his hand, indicating that he had made up his mind.

(End of this chapter)