I have a room in Huangquan

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He actually sold his information to the Houston family.

The information is anonymous, but what's ridiculous is that in the information, this guy portrays himself as a master who is equally as good as himself.

Inside and out, he hides his incompetence.

Except for Wang Zhao, I can't think of another person who can do this.

So he nodded in the old man's comment, and after saying Wang Zhao's name,

The bad old man quickly took out a pen and paper, and wrote a line of small characters on it.

Ding Xiaoyi saw that it was still written in his own name.

Just thinking about it, the bad old man covered his mouth.

After writing quickly, pull yourself over and press a thumbprint on the paper.

Then he stretched out his hand and grabbed the doll's head on the ground, using the paper he wrote just now, hugged the doll's head up.

He casually took out one of the Ming notes placed on the table beside him.

With a flick of your finger, you can see the money burning.

In less than a minute, a burst of humming from a car was heard immediately.

The sound is quite familiar.

Sure enough, not long after, Ge Erdan appeared in his sight riding a motorcycle.

The bad old man handed over the ball of paper to Ge Erdan.

But Ge Erdan's eyes were fixed on Ding Xiaoyi.

Playing with the doll's head wrapped in a ball of paper, he asked Ding Xiaoyi, "Brother, do you have enough money?"

"Eh..."

Ding Xiaoyi looked at the thick banknotes on the table, and was still thinking about how to answer.

Ordinarily, this time the old man won the bet. After all, the value of [Chi Kiss Boat] does not need to be repeated.

But the problem is, although the [Chiwen Boat] was found, nothing was salvaged, and his harvest is now more like a negative number.

The real harvest is only the puddle selected by Bai Pangpang, and not only three big goods are sold.

Mr. Chen was still on the sidelines, and he took out a lot of 【Pi Xin Guo】

So whoever wins this is still undetermined.

Whose money belongs to, of course, has no idea.

Seeing Ding Xiaoyi's troubled expression, Ge Erdan's expression became serious: "Big brother, this is not authentic. If you have money, you can call for service, but if you don't have money, you can't pay off the debt!"

"How much do you owe you?"

However, before he could open his mouth, Bai Pangpang swallowed the food in his mouth and asked.

Ge Erdan stretched out his finger: "Fifty!"

As a result, as soon as the words fell, Bai Pangpang, who was about ten steps away, appeared in front of Ge Erdan in the next second, and the thick fifty Ming notes fell heavily on Ge Erdan's hands.

"One hundred cards, take your things and get out immediately!"

Ge Erdan looked at the thick banknotes in his hand, his face changed from cloudy to sunny, and he was about to say a few more polite words.

Suddenly, I saw the little fat man staring at him with squinted eyes.

The deep black pupils in the eyes are extremely cold, just one glance, the whole person will be unable to move, as if falling into an endless black valley.

"Yes, the ancestor letter courier company, to serve you!"

Immediately, Ge Erdan felt that he was about to be out of his wits. He let out a strange cry, and twisted the accelerator, "Om!" After the motorcycle made a rapid and sharp buzzing sound, soon, only the wheels rolled up were left in the air. dust.

"Hey, you haven't asked the address yet?"

Ding Xiaoyi looked at Ge Erdan who was going away, and then remembered that he did not have Wang Zhao's address.

"No, it's enough for you to tell the person's name, and he will naturally find the recipient!"

At this time, Bai Pangpang turned around and explained, with a benevolent and friendly expression on his face, just like the legendary boy who spread wealth.

Sitting back on his chair again, holding a dessert that Mr. Chen had just made, he began to savor it happily.

"But... what is that thing?? Can you tell me now??"

The things had already been sent away, and the old man's expression relaxed a lot.

He took out his tobacco rod from the bamboo basket behind his waist, and laid it with shredded tobacco in a leisurely manner.

"You don't need to know that much, just remember to never call this doll's name, never try to touch it, if one day your friend sends you such a doll, remember, the next time you see him, you will die Beat up!"

The bad old man talked a lot, and the more he talked, the more mysterious he became.

But what it is, I am still confused.

But I still couldn't help asking: "That...why must it be my friend, isn't it good to send it to my enemy?"

"Hey, although this thing is very annoying, no one wants to be friends with it if you hate it, but it has a very special ability. Anyone who gets it will have good luck!"

While Bai Pangpang ate a snack: "The premise is that you don't get pissed off by it!"

After finishing speaking, Bai Pangpang shook his head, and said in his heart: "It's a sin, a sin, Amitabha!"

I'm a little dizzy, the person who got this thing, wouldn't the luck be too bad?

Did he just give Wang Zhao a doll that would increase his luck?

But looking at the expressions of the bad old man and Bai Pangpang, it seems that it is not that simple?

In his perplexity and daze, he simply stopped thinking about this question.

Start to take stock of the harvest of this sea catching, and the winning or losing of this bet.

He planned to finish all these troubles, but also to ask clearly what happened to the scorched yellow hair on the back of the sheriff's tail.

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"Boom blah blah..."

The night was getting dark, but the sun lamps in District 25 still illuminated the huge area like daylight.

Tens of thousands of alliance professional workers are operating various large-scale professional machines to strengthen and transform the city wall day and night.

Large-scale industrial suspension vehicles, which are rare to see on weekdays, are almost everywhere here.

Although the sound insulation of the tent has reduced the noise.

But Wang Zhao was lying in the tent, still unable to sleep.

Recently, he has been under a lot of psychological pressure and looks a little bit insomnia.

But during the day, the high-intensity training almost exhausted all his physical strength.

I thought that with the blessing of my status as a spiritual master of the third generation of the royal family, coupled with the superb spiritual skills I trained since childhood, I would be able to deal with all difficulties here.

As a result... the cruel reality slapped him hard.

Here, even any ordinary fighter has the strength to challenge him.

Not to mention, those spirit masters who have just retreated from the front line, any inconspicuous little character despises them.

Today, I was even beaten up by the instructor in charge. Every punch hit my face, it hurts, but I didn't hurt myself.

It is enough to prove that the opponent's control of power has reached a level of perfection.

"I want to become stronger, I want to work hard, when I go back, I will definitely beat him to the ground!"

Thinking of his most humiliating battle in Wang Zhao's mind, it was as if infinite power surged in his heart.

"Buzz..."

Just as Wang Zhao was about to take a rest as soon as possible and prepare for tomorrow's training, he suddenly heard a piercing humming.

Not just a hum, but a burst of weird music.

"He's coming, he's coming

he came with presents

He's coming he's coming

He stepped on Xiangyun and came in..."

"very noisy!"

The sound was getting closer and closer, causing Wang Zhao to frown, thinking in his heart that he must change to a quieter place tomorrow, because it is too noisy here.

"Damn it, I miss my Simmons soft bed a little bit! If possible, I hope that Aunt Sicilina can come to take a bath with me..."

Thinking of that glamorous courtesan with a plump figure, a smile finally appeared on Wang Zhao's face.

At this time, a bright light suddenly shone on his face, causing Wang Zhao to sit up from the bed in shock, trying to see who it was.

But Wang Zhao, who had already adapted to the pitch-dark environment in the tent, felt as if his eyes were about to be dazzled when he opened his eyes.

"Hello, a letter from your ancestors, please accept it!!"

A rough voice came from next to his ear, under the sound of breaking wind, Wang Zhao instinctively wanted to dodge, but the training during the day almost exhausted all his strength, and he was half a beat too late to dodge, as if his head had been hit by something .

Painful tears are about to roll down.

"Stop, who are you!"

Wang Zhao covered his head and screamed.

However, the lights in front of his eyes dimmed suddenly, and he heard a burst of music from the radio next to his ears.

"Goodbye, good friend, ah, goodbye friend, goodbye, goodbye, if one day..."

Accompanied by cheerful music, the sound quickly disappeared in my ears.

Wang Zhao rubbed his eyes with both hands, and ran out of the tent angrily, his bright red eyes were like an angry lion, wishing to tear that bastard to pieces.

But there was no one outside except for the large hovering vehicles passing by.

He glanced at his hand, the round ball of paper that hit his head, and when he opened it, he saw a pitch-black doll.

Ugly and disgusting.

Looking at the paper again, after a while, there was a heart-piercing roar from the dense forest: "Ding Xiaoyi! I hate you!!"

I have a room in Huangquan

I have a room in Huangquan

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"Ahhhhh!!"

Hugging the sheriff, before he could speak, he suddenly sneezed.

Rubbing his nose with his fingers, he felt strange, how could he sneeze out of nowhere.

Looking up at the fat and fat old man in front of him, he saw these two foodies, each holding a large bowl of Yangchun noodles and eating from ear to ear.

Only in the bowl.

It was snowing in Yangchun, and the white noodles were neatly stacked in the bowl.

No chunks of beef, no fat chicken legs.

Some are just a few green onions.

The sauce-colored soup is clear but not muddy.

There are golden oil flowers floating on it.

Snow-white noodles, clear soup with little water.

But it reveals a fragrance, a mellowness, a reserved nostalgia, and a self-admired loneliness.

Simple to the extreme.

It's like a chivalrous man who has retired after his success, he has retired from his splendid fame.

Picked up the hoe again, planted three acres of Susukida, and raised a green cattle.