Shao Yingqi left Fu Mubai the impression that he had left on him was old-fashioned and stubborn.

However, although Shao Yingqi always cares about her every time she sees her, strangely, she doesn't think Shao Yingqi is too annoying, nor does she think Shao Yingqi has a bad temper.

On the contrary, Fu Mubai even thought Shao Yingqi was a good-tempered person.

He never loses his temper. Even if he loses his temper occasionally, he can always easily coax him back.

Shao Yingqi's temper was completely inconsistent with his cold face.

Typical knife-mouthed tofu heart!

Now, Shao Yingqi hung up Fu Mubai's phone call in anger, which made Fu Mubai truly realize for the first time that Shao Yingqi was really angry!

And it's the kind that's hard to coax!

What should I do?

Fu Mubai was a little worried.

But she can't just go to Shao Yingqi to apologize or something like that, right?

It seemed like she had made a big mistake...

Thinking of this, Fu Mubai threw this matter behind his mind.

However, although Fu Mubai had tried hard to stop thinking about this, her mind always looked like Shao Yingqi pursed her lips and had a dark face from time to time.

Fu Mubai: "..."

Could she be possessed by evil spirits?

Is Shao Yingqi's influence on her already so great?!

Thoughts about Shao Yingqi in his heart, Fu Mubai is already standing at Meng Jiao's house.

Today is the last day of the ritual she and Meng Jiao agreed to do.

The filthy air in Meng Jiao's master bedroom has been completely removed. This time she came here, mainly to remove the door.

Before, because the filthy air in the bedroom was always a bit residual, in order to avoid these breaths being leaked and polluted other places, the coffin door in the bedroom has not been removed, which mainly plays a blockade.

Originally, the function of this coffin door was to block it. If you wanted to increase the concentration of filthy air in the bedroom to the highest level, your impact on Meng Jiao became more and more.

Nowadays, it is precisely because of the existence of this door that the filthy air in the room has nowhere to escape until it is burned completely by the Fiery Sun Talisman.

This is also a drink and a peck, and it will be decided by heaven.

Fang Minghao knew that Fu Mubai was coming to tear the door today, so he rushed over.

As soon as he saw Fu Mubai, Fang Minghao smiled and said to her: "Mubai, thank you for the peace talisman you brought back by Xiaoxing yesterday. The elders in the family liked it very much, and they also felt that the peace talisman you gave was very effective. As soon as you put it on your body, the spirit of the elders became different. They also specifically told me that after I saw you, I must thank you solemnly again."

Fu Mubai: "...Brother Ming, you are too polite. In fact, the spirit of the elders has improved. Maybe they saw that you and Fang Xingwei have a deep brotherly relationship, are caring and filial, and are in a good mood for a while, so they make the whole person look energetic. This has nothing to do with my peace talisman."

The peace talisman is to keep people safe, not to make people shine and return to youth.

How could the peace talisman she gave make people feel refreshed all of a sudden?

So Fu Mubai could only believe Fang Minghao's words at most half.

"What you said makes sense," Fang Minghao laughed, "But there must be a contribution from the Ping An Talisman. You, don't be so humble."

Fu Mubai smiled and didn't say anything more, but talked about the serious matter: "By the way, Sister Meng, what do you plan to deal with this coffin door after it is removed?"

This door is made of a buried coffin, so how dare Meng Jiao take it?

She shook her head repeatedly and said, "I don't know how to deal with this. Mu Bai, if you have a solution, you can help me deal with it!"

Fu Mubai: "...In fact, this wood is really good, but unfortunately it didn't use a good place. Now this door has been eroded by filthy air, it has only the appearance, but it is almost decayed inside. If Sister Meng, you have a suitable place, you can borrow it and burn the door on the spot without leaving any troubles."

Meng Jiao immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

It's OK to burn it!

Meng Jiao hurriedly said: "I have a villa in the suburbs, and there is a yard there. The place is large and there are no people. You can send this door there."

Fu Mubai nodded and said, "Then let's settle it."

She reached out to slap the coffin door, and the door slammed and broke off the door frame.

Fang Minghao was eager to try and planned to go forward to carry the door, and also showed his sense of power as a man and the sense of security that could give Meng Jiao.

As a result, before he could take action, he saw Fu Mubai slapped the door with another palm, and then the coffin door scattered in pieces, and they were all scattered on the ground in a regular manner.

Fang Minghao: "..."

Sure enough, he underestimated Fu Mubai!

It can also be seen from the cracked wooden boards that the inside of these wooden boards is almost decayed. At first glance, they are almost hollow, and only some broken wood chips are left to the wooden boards.

Even if it wasn't the palm given by Fu Mubai, I guess he could just change someone, or even a child, to break up this door!

Of course, even if Fang Minghao and others knew that this door was vulnerable, they still did not dare to touch this door casually.

After all, the psychological shadow left by this door on them may not disappear easily in a short period of time.

"Sister Meng, do you have a bigger bag or cardboard box in your house?" Fu Mubai asked.

Meng Jiao guessed that Fu Mubai was trying to find something to put the wooden boards in front of him, and hurriedly said, "No at home. But it doesn't matter, I can send them here immediately!"

Fu Mubai: "...Okay."

The ability of money is indeed the best superpower in the world!

The three of them didn't wait long at Meng Jiao's house, and someone really came to deliver things.

Not only are there super large nylon pockets, but also snakeskin woven bags and large cartons, which are all available!

Fu Mubai: "..."

She really just needs a big bag for scrap, how can she use so much?!

In fact, if it weren't for the unluckyness of Fang Minghao and Meng Jiao, Fu Mubai even planned to carry the wooden boards directly into the car of the two of them and then drag them to the suburbs to burn them.

Meng Jiao didn't know what Fu Mubai was thinking. She was worried that the tools she sent her could not satisfy Fu Mubai, so she hurriedly pulled Fu Mubai to pick them up: "Mubai, look at which of these bags and cardboard boxes are better? If you don't choose them, it doesn't matter. I'll just send them to you."

The one who came to the pocket was a young man wearing a straight suit and his little face was tightly tight.

It was just his sweat, it was obvious that he was making people feel bad.
Chapter completed!