The only thing I don't do is to collect money, count money and divide money, which is the stall owner himself to take over, at first it was quite beautiful, and then because there is more and more money, I can't even count it, and my hands are a little cramped.

It feels like he opened a bun shop, everything is done by him, and as long as the boss collects the money, everything seems to be beautiful and harmonious.

Finally endured to the limit, under the difficulty of the guests again, Qingsheng was furious, directly lifted the table, and kicked the cage, all the buns were scattered on the ground, countless cats and dogs rushed over like crazy, opened their mouths to bite two or three and ran away.

The stall owner was a little scared, wrapped the cash box to death, and finally celebrated his birthday without letting anyone go, beating the stall owner to death, and robbing the money into his own pocket.

Feeling his shoulders sinking, when he turned his head, the beautiful weather that had been sunny suddenly began to snow straight, and it was June.

The person behind him is very familiar, it is his father, and now his face is very bad, and there is a strong wind, it is estimated that a violent beating is indispensable.

He wanted to explain, the kind he wanted very much, but there was too little common language between men, as a father, of course it didn't matter if he saw his own son doing it, the problem was that he was still beating the common people, and even more terrifying, he was still robbing money.

I have never been so angry, and I kicked Qingsheng to the ground, and beat him to death, while beating, he also shouted, don't come to persuade him, the fact is not in the house, and no one persuaded him.

Under normal circumstances, as long as it doesn't take long to fight, there will be people in the house to stop it, and today's unexpected quietness seems to be able to give a good fight.

Sure enough, good people are not rewarded, Qingsheng decided to make do with being a bad and not bad person, after all, Daddy's iron fist and iron feet are not a joke, he already feels a little delirious, and even has seen some souls wandering around, it is estimated that he is really going to die.

Many winged elves sang and stretched out their fat hands, and a door of light appeared in the sky, and even the sun disappeared at this moment, which is probably the entrance to heaven.

I heard that in heaven, there are all kind-hearted fools, he will laugh when he beats him, he will laugh when he scolds him, and he will beat him if he doesn't beat and scold, anyway, he is laughing, and he is already shameless and undisciplined.

A species that doesn't smile because of anything is a bit scary, why laugh, there has to be some reason, otherwise it's not like a fool, you have to make some sense.

For a moment, Qingsheng felt a little scared, after all, the winged villain spinning around was also laughing, the question was that he would definitely do anything beneficial to the villain, what were they laughing at?

When he felt the pain in reality, he finally understood completely, it turned out to be a joke that he was beaten into a dog by his father, and it was really a big thing worth laughing at, even he couldn't help it, a mouthful of blood sprayed on the face of the winged villain, he had never seen such a shameless creature, and he had to come up with something in return.

The winged villain stopped spinning, revealing the tiger teeth in its mouth, and the white skin began to fall off, turning into a small black monster, and even the gate of white light in the sky has become a black demon gate with a ghost roar.

Qingsheng has two personalities, one is a rumor spreader who looks like a slave, and the other is the young master of a gorgeous dressed family, and the two lives have already tempered his wisdom to the realm of more than two, whether it is three or three hundred, there is no need to investigate.

At least in an instant, it has been judged that the so-called Gate of Heaven is nothing more than a trick, since it is such a big scheming, then the door in front of him is estimated to be the gate to the Eighteen Hells.

"Daddy, I love you!"

The little devil had already stretched out his black claws, as if forcibly dragging his soul away, and Qing Sheng used his last strength to roar out everyone's hearts.

The fist couldn't fight anymore, and the black foot couldn't use his strength, and the birthday daddy burst into tears, looking at his disfigured son, he knew what he had done, not to mention how angry and sad he was, and immediately slapped himself twice.

Even if the son is no longer like him, it is also his biological flesh and blood, although this time he stops, he will be more indulgent to his son in the future, but it doesn't matter anymore, as a father, he has to be responsible for anything about his child, even if he kills it, he has to top the bag, even if he eats people, he has to accompany him to take a bag by the way.

The two fathers and sons hugged each other tightly, tears flowed down, one was real tears, the other was blood tears, after all, they had never experienced such a scene since they were children, and it was a little difficult to celebrate their birthdays.

A farce came to an end, the stall owner yawned, it seems that he has provoked a big man, thirty-six plans to go up, anyway, he has learned the secret of making buns, and he will definitely be able to mix well in the future.

is also sighing, the martial cultivator is really not a person, he has learned steamed buns for less than seven days, and he has already improved such a delicious taste, which is simply to cut off ordinary financial routes.

Although he likes it a lot, anyway, countless gold falls from the sky, and even if he doesn't pick it up, a lot of it will forcibly enter his clothes.

People live like this, what else can be forced, just hit the wall and die, almost did something stupid because of excessive excitement, but it was a little late to stop it, the stall owner went crazy, with the most extreme secret of making steamed buns, he was so completely crazy.

The sheep are grazing, the chickens are looking for insects, the ducks can still swim, and the birthday celebration, who was in a wheelchair with bandages all over his body, pointed to the river pond, and the little cousin pushed him over, and the two watched the beautiful scene together.

After all, the head of the family, Qingsheng's father has a lot of strength, and with only physical strength and a small amount of yuan, he will beat his son into temporary paralysis, and it is unknown whether he can fully recover in the future.

"Cousin, I don't understand, why did I become like this, you can recognize it at a glance, and you still have the kung fu to enjoy the scenery that is about to vomit, you are also bored. ”

"Intuition, intuition beyond all things, cousin, you won't understand, cousin, I'm not an ordinary person, sooner or later I will fly into the sky, and fly very high. ”

"Intuition......"

The wounds all over his body were cracked, and Qingsheng tried his best to hold it, but he still couldn't help laughing, he really had the so-called intuition, and he regarded him as a beggar, and he simply didn't talk about drafts.

"Laugh, you laugh, who made my cousin my idol, but I want to remind my cousin, if one day you see a bottomless pit that can't see the bottom, don't keep it in your memory, hurry up and go as far as possible, otherwise it will ......"

The little cousin shook her head and spoke again, but there were already tears in her eyes, as if she was in the compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva, thinking about every move of all human beings, and never felt any pain or tiredness, even when the husband and wife were intimate, they would not forget to appreciate it.

(End of chapter)