Chen Mo's small house was smashed by Hu Qingsong, and he used this to cheat the other party into a small wooden table worth thousands of dollars.
Hu Qingsong always felt that Chen Mo, a little Taoist priest, was quite interesting. He was not very capable, but he could always cause trouble.
It wasn't until Chen Mo stood in front of Hu Qingsong covered in blood that Hu Qingsong realized that what Chen Mo said about protecting him at the risk of his life was true.
"Chen Mo, you are quite special."
"What's so special?" Chen Mo gnawed on the chicken leg and looked at Dr. Hu in a white coat.
"Especially since you seem to be a pig demon." Hu Qingsong stood up and ran, looking back at the girl chasing him with a smile on his face.
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