He just became the last Celestial Master, and the school beauty is already calling him "Dad&quo

Yang Guang quickly rolled over and got out of bed.

I washed my face and rummaged through the tattered leather suitcase under the bed to retrieve my gear.

The backpack was quite well-equipped.

It's always better to be prepared.

After finishing his tidying up, Yang Guang pushed open the courtyard gate and strode towards the alley entrance.

As soon as I reached the intersection of the old town, I saw a red Porsche Panamera parked on the side of the road with its hazard lights on.

Very eye-catching.

Several elderly men and women passing by were all glancing at the scene out of the corner of their eyes.

Jiang Siyu, dressed in a smart black business suit and wearing large sunglasses, was leaning against the car door anxiously checking her watch.

Her figure and her demeanor were simply the most beautiful sight on the entire street.

Yang Guang rubbed his hands together and went over, greeting him with a grin.

"Rich lady, you've gotten even more beautiful in just a few days!"

Jiang Siyu took off her sunglasses, rolled her eyes at him, but a slight smile played on her lips: "Stop being so cheeky!"

"Get in the car immediately, lives are at stake!"

Yang Guang opened the passenger door, plopped down inside, and fastened his seatbelt.

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Yang Guang patted his chest and said, "With me here, let alone a senior in red, even if it's a thousand-year-old demon, I can still pluck it out of its strait."

The Porsche roared to life and shot off like an arrow.

The scenery on both sides of the street rushed past.

have to say.

The Panamera's power is much stronger than the push-back feeling of a bus.

In less than twenty minutes, the car turned directly into the affluent area in the south of the city and came to a smooth stop in front of a three-story detached villa with a very large area and an independent garden.

As soon as Yang Guang opened the car door and got out, he immediately walked into the villa.

But when he saw the scene in the living room, his eyes twitched uncontrollably twice.

In the center of the huge leather sofa, Chu Sheng's 250-pound body was like a large, over-fermented dough ball, his whole body sunk into the sofa.

She was holding a fruit platter about the size of a washbasin.

He was crunching away at a Sunshine Rose chocolate.

As for the Persian rug under the sofa.

That silly dog, Er Lengzi, was lying on his back with his limbs in the air, his belly round and plump like a big, fully inflated ball.

The wise husky's head rested on an Italian leather footstool, its mouth drooling.

The African female hyena, facing the panoramic floor-to-ceiling TV showing an animal documentary, was grinning foolishly, her drool soaking a large patch of the blanket.

Hearing the sound of changing shoes at the door, both the person and the dog turned their heads at the same time.

Yang Guang walked in with a murderous look on his face, and Chu Sheng's fat hand, which was throwing grapes into his mouth, suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Those round little eyes blinked twice, and immediately put on an expression that was even more obsequious than when seeing one's own mother.

He sprang up abruptly from the sofa, which he had sunk half a foot into, and shoved the fruit plate back onto the table.

He patted his behind and rushed out the door, calling out, "Brother Guang!"

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming? This humble monk would have lined up at the main gate to greet you!"

The husky next to him, which had been lying on its back pretending to be dead just a second ago, looked like it had a double cannon installed under its butt the moment it saw Yang Guang.

With a loud "Awoo!" it sprang up from the ground, its big tail almost breaking off.

With his bowed legs, he scrambled and crawled straight toward the main gate, showing no sign of confusion whatsoever.

This is called tactical literacy.

When you see live food knocking on the door, it means a real business has arrived.

Yang Guang snapped impatiently, "Let's go!"

"Get to work!"

"Alright!"

Jiang Siyu didn't waste any words and went over to open the rear door of the black Land Cruiser Prado, which was more suitable for hard work and was also more spacious.

The four people and a dog were all crammed inside.

The car suddenly made a U-turn outside the villa and sped along the wide main road towards the abandoned teachers' college in the suburbs, which had been blocked off for nearly five years.

Sitting in the car.

Yang Guang glanced to his right and behind him twice.

In the large back seat, Chu Sheng squeezed into more than half of the space.

Er Lengzi squatted in a corner, looking around with his blue and gold silly dog ​​eyes.

The only thing missing was that old rascal who talks nonsense.

Yang Guang rubbed his sleepy temples and turned to Chu Sheng with a annoyed expression, asking, "Where's that old man Jia Youcai?"

"How come you two are the only ones left behind as left-behind children?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Sheng touched his greasy buzz cut and shook his head in confusion: "Master Dao?"

"How would I know where he went?"

"Anyway, he was nowhere to be found when I opened my eyes this morning."

Chu Sheng grinned, revealing his prominent teeth, and began to gossip: "He's probably going to some residential community to check the feng shui of graves, or he's trying to scam some old ladies who do free square dancing."

"We still have a tough battle to fight this time, do we really have to call Lao Jia back to perform some kind of shamanistic ritual and step on a landmine?"

Yang Guang rolled his eyes and shoved his hand deep into the pocket of his washed-white, yellowish-brown trousers.

"What a load of bull!"

"I'm a high-roller, but this is a special case involving rescuing a lost, mentally challenged girl."

Speaking of which...

Yang Guang's eyes darted around slightly, and his good temper, which he had just woken up from, started to get a little out of control again.

He turned half his body to the side and stared at the person and dog behind him.

With a dark expression, he asked impatiently, "Stop talking nonsense. I'm asking you two, how much of the money I gave you for food this morning do you have left?"

Upon hearing that the sugar daddy was starting to audit the accounts, Chu Sheng's previously smiling, chubby face instantly turned into a righteous and indignant expression.

He even puffed out his belly, which looked like he was in late pregnancy, pointed at the clueless husky next to him, and roared with extreme righteousness.

"It's gone!"

"Not a single penny left!"

"It's all gone!"

"This is not at all my fault for not being frugal; the blame must be placed entirely on that simpleton!"

Chu Sheng slapped the husky's thick neck without any mercy.

"Brother Guang, you have no idea!"

"This morning, I was just about to follow your grand-minded teachings and take it to the Lanzhou noodle shop on the street corner for a bowl of noodles to tide it over."

"As soon as we passed that big steamed bun shop on the other side of the street, this damn dog saw the steaming meat buns overflowing with oil and soup, and his legs were like they were nailed to the curb with steel bars—he wouldn't budge an inch!"

Chu Sheng's eyes welled up with tears as he spoke: "Even buying five of them wasn't enough."

"Even one in a single bite wouldn't be enough for this starving ghost to be reborn as a baby and fill his back teeth!"

"It ate a full ten baskets of food!"

"Ten baskets of pure meat xiaolongbao, Brother Guang!"

"All the money was turned into minced meat and stuffed into a dog's belly."

Chu Sheng slapped his thigh hard, his voice filled with aggrieved bitterness: "Look at me all day long, taking care of this wretched beast. Before eating grapes in the carriage, I didn't even have time to buy a sip of cold water."

"I'm so hungry I'm seeing stars and feeling like I'm floating on air!"

Upon hearing this accusation, the simpleton who had been squatting in the middle, who had been glancing sideways at the scenery, immediately bristled.

With a flick of its heterochromatic eye, which had white pupils, a large, intelligent dog face instantly twisted into a mask of a great traitor who had been wronged for five hundred years.

"Woof!"

"Woof woof woof!"

"Woof woof woof woof!"