Chapter 562: Boys (3)

"Who believes your crap?"
The village chief shouted, and he just wanted to lift up and tell everyone to drive Yang Zimei away.
Who knows, his hands seemed to be fixed, and he couldn't move at all. When he wanted to move his feet, he couldn't move his feet. Fang was shocked, "You ... what magic did you give me?"
Yang Zimei's fingers moved, and the yin qi was closed back. "There is no magic, I just want to tell you that I am a master."
The village chief's hands and feet were able to move, and he shouted angrily, "Everyone kicked out these two women immediately, there was demon!"
Several young men flocked up, but didn't do anything.
Whether it is Yang Zimei or Sadako, the beauty of the two is vulgar and pitying, let alone rough.
What's more, instead of being enchanting, the two looked dignified and elegant like bodhisattvas.
"I'm Yang Zimei, the prime minister of City A. It's not a wicked man. This uncle invited me to come. If you want to be rude to me, then I will be rude to you.
Yang Zi browed.
A city master Yang Zimei?
Li Jiacun is not far from the city, and many people usually come and go in city A to do business or something. Naturally, some people have heard of Yang Zimei's name.
The village chief has also heard of it.
After his eldest son got Yang Zimei's instructions, the original business course was full of twists and turns, but just changed the feng shui pattern of the office and began to go smoothly.
He also plans to go to her in person, and ask her to help her three sons pray for Wen Changyun, which can bless the admission to key universities.
Is this the young lady who is the master?
He hurriedly stopped everyone, called the eldest son, and asked him to describe the appearance of the master.
When he heard the son said that the young lady ’s forehead had a cinnabar, and the whole person was beautiful and beautiful like a bodhisattva, she immediately concluded that Yang Zimei in front of her should really be the young lady ’s master.
After positioning Yang Zimei's role, the village chief's attitude immediately took a 180-degree turn, and he hurriedly walked in front of Yang Zimei with a respectful expression, bending down and smirking, "I turned out to be Master Yang. It's rude, please don't blame me. "
Yang Zimei smiled lightly, "I don't guilty if I don't know."
"Thank you Master for having a lot of adults." The head of the village looked at the three sons aside. "Li Sen, hurry up and move a chair over to sit for the master."
Li Sengao's third life, however, accepted the teachings of Marxist materialism for a few years, and he was dismissive of feudal superstitions such as ghosts and gods.
However, he saw that Yang Zimei and Zhenzi were the kind of beauties he liked, and he happily ran into the ancestral hall and moved out two chairs.
"I won't sit for the time being. I need to see if Li Xiaoming is in possession of the evildoers."
Yang Zimei saw that Li Xiaoming, who was tied to a pillar, had already dehydrated and collapsed because he had not eaten or drank for two days. It was important to save people. Otherwise, Li Dazhen was about to die.
In this world, no one understands better than her, the pain and despair of losing her loved ones.
Li Dazhen is such a son, which is equivalent to all her life.
"Master, this Li Xiaoming must be possessed by evil spirits. A boy, who is so good, will actually get pregnant. I heard that the boy is harming one of the residents, and the country and the people, and we do n’t want to burn him. But if it does n’t burn, it ’s us who are the victims. You see, this shrine has been beaten by the gods.
The village head reluctantly pointed at the cracked road of the shrine.