The light of the night fills the road ahead.

Li Feihong drove a motorcycle, as if he hadn't enjoyed this kind of thrill for a long time.

When he finally agreed to give Li Feihong this motorcycle after grinding the boy, Li Feihong's heart almost flew like a motorcycle.

Items obtained:

The Swift N320 contaminated by demonic energy

Acquire Skills:

Rapid drive: The speed is increased to 150% of the original speed

Hardness: The hardness is increased to 150% of the original hardness

Description:

A motorcycle that was contaminated with magic by accident

Originally, the motorcycle dial was up to 250, but now it can reach a speed of 375 per hour. This is also his first piece of equipment.

Thinking about Li Feihong is happy, but also expresses some regrets for the boy.

When he absorbed the demonic qi of the boy's father, he asked Lao Shu about the situation, and then said to the boy:

"Now there's good news and bad news, which would you like to hear?"

The boy hesitated: "Bad." ”

"Your father is afraid that he will spend the rest of his life in bed. ”

"And what about the good news?"

"Congratulations, your dad's dealership is now yours!"

"Oh. The boy's expression was a little lonely.

"Listen. Li Feihong patted the boy on the back, "That's all in the past, at least your dad isn't dead, right?" Okay, I'm not very good at comforting people, anyway, all the messy things are over, and you should also welcome this new life that I don't know what kind of mess is going to become......"

Li Feihong wanted to comfort him at first, but then he turned into talking to himself, he walked to the motorcycle with a chatter, and drove out.

"You don't seem to be the way home. Lao Xuan said.

"What kind of home? that shabby place, dirty, garbage dump-like place?" Li Feihong vented his dissatisfaction, "Why go back? What is there to go back to?"

"You too, what are you doing in that place, why don't you get a mansion?"

"That won't help you. ”

"Please, Lao Li, why didn't it help? I was only stable when my family was stable, and I was more efficient in doing things, so how could I say it didn't help?"

Lao Li ignored his crooked reasoning, and just asked:

"Where are you going now?"

"Where else can I go? Find a fancy hotel to stay in, of course! Anyway, I want to go back to that place to sleep, so you might as well kill me now." ”

"And what about that building?"

"I'll take a look tomorrow, throw away all the broken ones and buy some new furniture, and then ask someone to clean it up, I don't know if the money is enough....."

Li Feihong said, looking at the surrounding scenery and breathing the air of the city, he was suddenly a little stunned.

"You say, can I be a savior like this?"

"Why not?"

"Humph!" he twisted the grip, and the bike sped up again, "You don't know?"

"You mean to use the boy as bait?"

"I hate when you're so blunt!" he twisted the grip again.

"All I can say is that no one dictates what a savior should look like. ”

"Well, whatever!" Li Feihong's tone seemed to become relaxed. For now, he was only focused on finding a big hotel to spend his night first.

No matter what, it's true that you're living beautifully.

This is the motto of life that he has always believed in.

Riding the night breeze, he came to a palatial building.

"Oh, look! what a beautiful place! golden gates, golden columns, golden floors, and green belts with red fallen leaves under the trees beside them. Through a dozen colorful lights, a big gem that shines brightly! Look at this name 'Jinfeng Hotel', what a beautiful name! Such a hotel is worthy of my savior!"

Li Feihong walked away with emotion, and Lao Shi poured a basin of cold water: "Do you have enough money in your hand?"

"Whatever! A beautiful man like me, a proper aristocratic style! Even if I don't have enough money, I can live in it! I know that the disdainful voice came from you! I tell you, don't believe it! Have you read a million pounds? It was a book I had written before I crossed over, and the main character relied on a check to pay a large amount of money...... His tone was quite brisk, as if he was very confident, as if he must have lived in it.

However, in less than two minutes, Li Feihong was thrown out by the security guards.

When Li Feihong got up from the ground, he had already jumped out of his mouth a swear word with the same number of words in the high school Chinese composition test, and there was no one like it.

"Damn! What rotten? A bunch of shells still use the dung heap as a treasure? Still 50,000 a night? Eat too much? Do you get on fire?"

Li Feihong scolded and got on the motorcycle, twisted it suddenly, and the engine roared to the sky, and he turned his head and left.

"Go back to your son and ask for 50,000!"

Li Feihong was known for his loud voice since he was a child, and his scolding soon spread to the hotel, where people whispered, laughed or sighed. At this moment, a middle-aged Mediterranean man in a blue suit appeared in the hall. His lack of weight was heavy, as if he was carrying something very important, but his chest was still erect.

He walked up to the front desk and asked the front desk lady in a very low voice:

"What just happened?"

"General Manager!"

The front desk lady hurriedly replied:

"A hillbilly came just now, and he wanted to live here, but he didn't have enough money and yelled, and the security guard got him away.

"Oh. He reminded: "Pay more attention in the future, and call the security guard directly when you encounter these people." ”

"Yes!"

Mr. General Manager's brow did not relax for a moment. Because he knows that there are fewer and fewer people coming lately.

Blame that bastard at number 1702!

He cursed in his heart!

Since those few people moved in, two died in two days, and then it made the customers on those floors have nightmares at night, and they all dreamed that they lived in 1702, which scared the customers on those floors to run away, and now things are getting bigger and bigger, and the name of "ghost building" is spreading. It is said that this hotel has made black money, which has led to the ghost to patronize, and the number of customers is also decreasing, but the gray hair of his general manager is increasing. What a bad luck!

He sighed, and panicked. In the past few days, I often have a dream, in which I often see a two-story building called "Super Hunter Club", and when I walked in, I saw a person sitting on a big recliner, his body was very thick, but he couldn't see his face clearly, and he wanted to try to see clearly but woke up by himself. But every time I dreamed of him, his face would become clearer, and it seemed that in a few days, he would be able to see his face clearly.

Perhaps, he can help me solve my problems!

He shook his head, trying his best not to think about these things for a while, but after struggling for a while, he realized that he couldn't do it at all. It was like a red chain, holding him deeply, making it impossible for him to move.

"What can I do?"

After saying this, he slowly went upstairs.