I really don't want to be a master

Chapter 130 Questioning
Wang Bingying was dubious about the identity of the Maojindao great psychic. She had heard of the profession of psychic, but she only had a half-knowledge of what a psychic did. As for the classification of psychics, she was even more at a loss. .She asked curiously: "Great psychic, sounds very powerful, is it the same as the psychic masters of the psychic association?"

"Snapped……"

Mao Jindao crushed a peach pit in his hand, and said with a dark face, "Don't compare me with those liars who pretend to be fools!"

Wang Bingying was startled by Mao Jindao's face, and said weakly: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I just don't know the profession of a great psychic, so I made a random guess. Please don't take offense."

Asian Queen, Home Goddess, these titles of Wang Bingying are not for nothing. She looks so weak, she looks extremely soft and lovely, her big eyes are a little red, and it seems that she may shed tears at any time. The big grievances and the appearance of not daring to speak made it impossible for people not to feel affection.Who could bear to lose their temper with such a girl who is so kawaii to the extreme?Mao Jindao couldn't bear it either, so he sighed and said, "Okay, I don't mean to blame you, I'm just dissatisfied with those so-called psychics who pretend to be gods and ghosts to cheat money."

Wang Bingying's big eyes were flickering, and she said cautiously: "How did these psychic masters offend you? I heard that they are very psychic. Several of my good friends have asked the masters of the psychic association for help. It's really spiritual! They can really see the dead, and they can also help people avoid bad luck. If it wasn't because of the tight schedule of this concert, I would like to go to the Psychic Media Association."

"Hmph." Mao Jindao snorted coldly and did not speak, lowering his head and busying himself with his own affairs.Wang Bingying felt very boring. Thinking of the terrible monster just now, she couldn't help saying with some fear: "Is that man-eating monster just now the monster you want to catch? What is it and how is it now? You are sure to deal with it ?"

Mao Jin said without lifting the knife head: "That is a fierce ghost that has been suppressed for more than 1000 years and escaped from the netherworld. It likes to devour people's flesh and blood, and then transforms into a human appearance. You can also call it Painted Skin Ghost. It has been suppressed for too long, and its resentment is so fierce that it is boundless. If it is in the current state, I am not sure."

A trace of panic flashed across Wang Bingying's face: "You're not sure how to deal with it? What should we do? Should we call for help? There are still many of my fans down there, and I can't just watch them being eaten by monsters."

"In the current state, I'm not sure!" Mao Jindao specially emphasized the word "now", "but the situation will be different later."

"Why?" Wang Bingying asked with wide eyes like a curious baby.

"Because it eats too much blood, everyone who is eaten by it will exude a fierce aura before dying, which will slowly dilute the resentment of Painted Skin Ghost," Mao Jindao said coldly, "and My formation is about to be completed, and by then it will be difficult to fly even with its wings!"

"What did you say? You mean that if you want to catch this powerful ghost, you must let it eat people until it is full, so you deliberately let it go, and just watched it eat so many people ?" Wang Bingying's voice was a little trembling, and her tone became obviously heavier.

Mao Jindao said as if he hadn't noticed it: "That's right, it can be understood in this way."

"How can you do this! How can you be so cruel!" Wang Bingying couldn't help scolding loudly, "I don't know what a great psychic is, but since what you are doing is to subdue demons and eliminate demons, how can you see death? Don’t save them? My fans are used by you for no reason, and eaten alive as tools to catch ghosts. Those who are alive are devastated, are you so cold-blooded and ruthless? Are you human?"

At this moment, Wang Bingying forgot the threat of that monster and the danger she was in. She was filled with righteous indignation and complained for fans.Her fans are so lovely and loyal, how can they be sacrificed in vain as a tool to catch ghosts?How could a great psychic master who subdues demons and demons disregard human lives like this!So she questioned Mao Jindao loudly, regardless of the incomparable strength of the other party, she could kill herself easily.

Sometimes, the courage that a person bursts out can surpass death and even everything else.

Mao Jindao frowned, as if he didn't understand why Wang Bingying was so excited all of a sudden, he said lazily, "Hey, little girl, is this how you treat your savior?"

Wang Bingying hesitated for a while, then raised her face and said firmly: "You saved me, I am very grateful to you, but this cannot be a reason to stop me from hating you! You are really a cold-blooded animal!"

After fiddling with the last small object in his hand, Mao Jindao clapped his hands, stood up and said helplessly, "Where did I recruit you? Why are you so persistent and still hate me?"

"Do you want me to repeat what you did?" Wang Bingying said angrily, "You are so reckless about human life! You are not worthy of being a great psychic!"

"What? What? A great psychic?" Mao Jindao looked at her funny and said, "Where did you hear that I am great?"

Wang Bingying blushed a little and said: "A great psychic who subdues demons and eliminates demons, saves all living beings with compassion, how can he not be great? But I'm not talking about you! What kind of great psychic are you? You watch so many innocent people Killed, the painted skin ghost is rampant right under your nose, but you turn a blind eye, do you have a little compassion? Great psychic, are you worthy?"

Wang Bingying's words were hard to hear, and Mao Jindao finally became a little annoyed and said: "Then what do you think I should do? Do you know how terrifying the Painted Skin Ghost is? Do you want me to fight it desperately from the beginning? At that time I am not its opponent at all, and I will die in vain if I go there!"

"Then you just watched so many people die because of your cowardice?" Wang Bingying said angrily, "Even if you are not its opponent, at least you can temporarily block its footsteps, so that you can leave time for everyone to escape , How could so many people die in that case? A man, can’t he have a feeling of sacrificing his life for righteousness? Shouldn’t a great psychic be sympathetic to others and have the courage to sacrifice himself?”

"Ha," Mao Jindao said with a sneer, "if I do what you say, let alone that I will die in the hands of Painted Skin Ghost for nothing, just say that these ignorant people, are you sure they saw me and Painted Skin Ghost? The ghost is desperate, and the first thing that comes to mind is to escape? I'm afraid that's not the case. If I rush out to fight the Painted Skin Ghost, the so-called innocent people you call will not only take the opportunity to escape, but will stay to watch the fun. They won't accept My love, I will only read my jokes, they will think that I am playing a monkey show, and they may shout hello if the fight is fierce!"

When Wang Bingying heard these words, she immediately became shorter.She knew that what Mao Jindao said was not a joke, let alone a boring assumption. When people who are extremely spiritually empty see the fierce battle between Mao Jindao and Hua Skin Ghost, the first thing they think of is 100% to find a position with a better viewing angle. !But she is not so easily subdued, she said weakly: "In that case, I will definitely organize everyone to escape, and I will use the sound system to call on everyone to leave in an orderly manner, and your efforts will not be in vain."

"You knew what I was doing at that time? You know the horror of Painted Skin Ghost?" Mao Jindao said dismissively, "It really doesn't hurt to stand and talk! If this happened at the beginning, do you think it's the organizer? The surprise arranged by Fang, what kind of stunts and wires?"

"I won't do this..." Wang Bingying's voice was as low as a mosquito, and she looked very lacking in confidence.She knows that what Maojindao said is true. If the situation develops as she said, the result must be that everyone will gather around and watch Maojindao and Huapigui desperately. She will happily participate in it if she is curious. Can't miss it.

　I want to recommend a good book, well, this is my favorite work, and I have to read every chapter word by word several times.The name of this book is "Extreme Corpse Cold", hahahaha.

　　


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