Wang Ping'an sighed and blamed the man with the baseball cap for ruining his chance to be a good person.

My sunny, handsome, kind and generous young man in the new era can't control his inner anger and is about to enter the world to fight and kill, which is incredible.

If it weren't for being bullied, I would rather lie under the peach tree and read novels and browse the live broadcast room, it would be impossible for me to run around.

"You bad guys will be punished." Wang Ping'an sighed helplessly.

After getting on Babos, he kicked the accelerator and returned to Wangjing Village before the speed could rise.

In recent times, there have been many tourists on the road, occupying a short mountain road. If there is no one, he feels that he can save half of his time.

When I returned to the alley of the old house, I saw my house collapsed from afar.

His father Wang Degui directed the War Committee, Lai Wang, Qin Xiaoyu and others to rescue the things under the broken bricks and tiles.

The main hall and the kitchen were not connected, but they actually collapsed at the same time. If no one was in trouble, Wang Ping'an could write his surname in reverse.

If his name is King of Kings, he thinks that the name can be written in reverse.

However, the person who destroyed the house in secret was dead, and it was impossible for him to ask anything out of his mouth.

Now, just identify the house and it is destroyed.

This account can be counted on the head of Tianwu Sect or on others. Let's take the opportunity to cheat who is who.

One day, if you don’t like anyone, you will say that your house was destroyed by him, and you will be excited when you think about it.

After all, no matter who is blackmailed, you can get a house repair fund.

If it weren't for giving, he would give it.

"Dad, don't want those miscellaneous things. Choose valuable or meaningful items, just pick them up." Wang Ping'an got out of the car and shouted to them.

"I think everything at home is worth a lot of money. Look at the motorcycle tricycle, worth thousands of yuan, but unfortunately it was smashed. There is also the big wardrobe, which I just bought before the summer vacation, for more than 500 yuan. Especially the dressing mirror, I bought when my mother and I got married. It has been more than 20 years. Your mother likes it the most. If she knew...ah."

Thinking of this, Wang Degui squatted on the ground in sorrow, lit a cigarette, and started smoking silently. At some point, the corners of his eyes were already wet.

"Dad, don't worry, explain to mom, she will understand." Wang Ping'an stepped forward and comforted him.

"What's the use of understanding? She has long wanted to buy a new one. Last time she took a fancy to a new dressing table in the town, which was equipped with a dressing mirror. It costs more than 2,000 yuan. I was reluctant to buy it. Oh, now, I have to buy all the furniture again. How much does it cost?"

Wang Ping'an: "???"

It turned out that it was because of money. Wang Ping'an was relieved and said with great wealth: "Don't think too much. Today I moved to my place first. I would like to buy any furniture. I have all the furniture... No, my villa is fully decorated and I have all kinds of furniture. I don't have to buy anything. I almost took it into the ditch by you."

When Wang Degui heard this, he was immediately happy: "Oh, that's the case, then I won't pick it up. Anyway, my passbook and bank card have been found, and the photos and some gold and silver jewelry have been found. Just turn out the commonly used clothes. Your mother used to never want to move into a villa, but now the old house has collapsed, so she has no reason to refuse again."

After saying that, he held a cigarette in his mouth, picked up a bunch of valuables he picked up, and put it in the back bucket of Babospor.

"..." Wang Ping'an didn't expect that his father's thinking was more leaping than himself, so he didn't need to comfort him, just live in a new villa.

So he also ended up worrying and helped put valuables on the back of the Babos.

At this time, Qin Xiaoyu came over and asked in a low voice: "Boss, have you found the murderer behind the scenes?"

"Finally found." Wang Ping'an replied.

Qin Xiaoyu asked anxiously: "Where is it? Don't let him run away, otherwise your relatives and friends will be in danger. These cultivators are the most terrifying. Even the relevant departments can't do anything to them. They are all black households and have no serious identity information."

"Beat to death."

Qin Xiaoyu: "???!!!"

Qin Xiaoyu instantly widened his eyes, and then wiped away the sweat from his forehead. I don’t know if it was anxious or scared.

It was so scary. In his heart, he raised Wang Ping'an's dangerous level one level again.

"That's good. After all, the discussion on the Spiritual Aura Resuscitation app is not very friendly to us." Qin Xiaoyu breathed a sigh of relief and said embarrassedly.

"What did they say on it?"

Qin Xiaoyu hesitated for a moment before answering truthfully: "We almost exposed the cultivator group, said we were too stupid to save people, and made a fuss on the Internet, saying that we were asking for our own problems and couldn't even solve a enemy, and let them get close to their relatives and friends, which is worth it."

"This is the attitude of the entire cultivation world? This is their rules of conduct? The most taboo thing for practitioners to attack ordinary people, but we blame us for not solving the enemy?"

Wang Ping'an's expression changed slightly. He took out his mobile phone and clicked on the Aura Resurrection App. In the gossip, he saw several hot posts, discussing his own hot searches and the attacks on relatives and friends.

As Qin Xiaoyu said, most spiritual friends think that if you don’t have the ability, don’t provoke the enemy. If you provoke the enemy, you must have the ability to solve the enemy, otherwise you deserve anything.

Although Wang Ping'an is a newcomer and uses the online name in the forum, after clicking on his personal information, he can see his real name.

When he was selling mutated dragon fruit, he had already started to be watched. After he became a hot search for saving people, he became more famous. More than half of the people in the Aura Resuscitation App knew his name.

Wang Ping'an read a few posts, and his spiritual friends were generally consistent in their comments, and only a very small number of people were more fair. They stood up and spoke for him, saying that his enemies should not attack ordinary people.

However, the practitioner killer is extremely secretive in his work, leaving no clues or evidence, so the person who speaks for Wang Ping'an is powerless and is soon drowned in the torrent of condemnation.

"This is retribution! Wang Ping'an is so arrogant. When the spiritual tide node in Longshou Mountain erupted, he actually collected protection fees there. He would beat anyone who didn't give it to him. It was simply too bad. There were so many enemies in such a group, and no one knew who did it." A disciple of Tianwu Sect jumped out and posted accusations.

"Indeed, I think Wang Ping'an deserves it! Also, I want to make some news that his mutated dragon fruit is very garbage and has very little spiritual energy. It is sold as an ordinary fruit in our city. One is only a few hundred yuan, but he sells it to everyone 10,000 yuan. It's so bad." Xie Yuxuan, the young master of Tianwu Sect, couldn't help but jump out and attack Wang Ping'an.

As soon as this statement came out, the already boiling spiritual energy recovery app suddenly became even more popular. Some spiritual friends who had bought mutant dragon fruits but had not received the goods were deceived and started posting and scolding, asking Wang Ping'an to refund the money.

Wang Ping'an sighed. The sky was gloomy and dark clouds were covered with dark clouds, just like his mood.

He felt that he could no longer bear it. Tonight, he had to ask Tianwumen for an explanation.
Chapter completed!