The Mission of the Chengshen I Family

Li Bowen had done his best to avoid the fortune-telling stall. "Miss Liu, walk slower!" Li Bowen had just held Meteor Rain's hand in the chaotic crowd. When he came to his senses, his other hand was also held by a young man wearing a yellow robe. "What bad luck!" Li Bowen cursed in his heart. "Little brother, when I look at you, you look like the Nine-Fifth Supreme One!" "Fang Mo, it's been six years and you still haven't changed at all. Look at everyone. You are the Nine-Five Supreme." "Oh, why is Brother Li here? Didn't he go abroad to develop?" "Brother Li, is your new girlfriend next to you?" "How much money have you made, Brother Li? Just help my brother." "Okay, stop asking!" Li Bowen was a little impatient after being fired. "Tell me, how much does it cost?" "Monks don't talk about money, they only talk about fate!" "Aren't you a Taoist? Why are you related to Buddhism?" "Oh, it's all the same. We are two relatives. It's 180 yuan in total. Let's pay it, little brother." While Li Bowen was transferring money, Fang Mo began to look up and down at Li Bowen's clothes. "A black coat with gold trim around the edges. On the upper left side of the coat are the three connected triangles that are the trademark of Verna College. Isn't this right? Why do I feel like I've seen it somewhere before?" "Stop talking about it yet, brother. First tell me what's wrong with your coat?" "Oh, this dress was issued by the college. It's quite handsome and has a bit of an aristocratic look." "Attached to Weiner Academy?" Fang Mo was thinking, and suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something. "It's over, brother. You're in big trouble."