Chapter 3 Wang's rejuvenation water, who uses it knows

"It's hard, it's hard. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE。 info" The fortune teller shook his head while quietly putting the money into his pocket without leaving a trace, and quickly turned on his brain how to fool the fat man in front of him.

This three-pronged approach is truly breathtaking.

"Master, you are such a god. There's got to be a way, right? Help me. The nouveau riche fat man looked at the fortune teller with a look of anticipation, and hugged the fortune teller's thigh and cried. The snot and tears were all over the place, and the fortune teller's eyelids jumped and jumped.

"Well, I've got a secret medicine here, you... "The fortune teller was about to pull out the dragon and tiger hemorrhoids cream he had just bought, but he never thought that he would be forced to squeeze between him and the fat man.

"Haven't you seen me, young man, helping people solve problems? The fortune teller looked unhappy.

Wang Anyuan ignored him, just stared at the fat man, with a mysterious smile on his face: "Big brother, there, it's not good?"

"You can't do it there, your whole family can't do it there. The fat man was poked in the sore spot all of a sudden, his face was blushing, and he raised his big golden fist to greet Wang Anyuan.

Wang Anyuan knew that he was speechless, and hurriedly explained: "Big brother, don't be angry. I am your nobleman, and I have brought you the gospel. ”

"What are you talking about?" the fat man stopped raising his fist, but still had a fierce look.

"Don't listen to his nonsense, this kid is a counterfeit medicine seller. If you are fated to do this, I should be the one who will do it...", the fortune teller hurriedly interjected.

"You're selling fake medicines. I am an ancestral secret medicine, and I can't cure it..."Wang Anyuan glanced at the fortune teller, and was about to say those two words, but when he saw the fat man's face, he immediately changed his words: "Treat the problem of men's lack of yang energy." ”

"Really?" the fat man slowly lowered his fist, but still looked skeptical.

"Don't believe him, don't believe him, I am the real miracle medicine, Dragon Tiger Mountain Jiuyang Great Tonic Ointment, apply a little bit to make you vigorous. The fortune teller was in a hurry and vigorously brandished his hemorrhoid ointment.

"I am Wang's secret rejuvenation water, a century-old brand, ancestral formula, and trustworthy quality. Wang Anyuan was not to be outdone.

"The hundred-year-old brand of bullshit is clearly shabu-shabu water. The fortune teller shouted.

"What's your big tonic for?" Wang Anyuan looked at the fortune teller's ass and sneered.

The two of them stared at each other like cockfights.

The fat man is also stupid, who should he believe?

"Let me ask you, how should you use that great tonic ointment?" Wang Anyuan suddenly asked.

"It's just applied to the belly, under the belly button, and it has an immediate effect. The fortune teller's eyes rolled wildly, and he talked nonsense.

"Good. In this case, I will try your medicine, and you will try my medicine to see whose medicine works well. Do you dare?" Wang Anyuan looked at the fortune teller and sneered.

"It's a good idea, and it speaks with facts. The nouveau riche fat man nodded and said a very in-depth evaluation.

How can the fortune teller admit it at this time, his mind is in a hurry, thinking that this kid must be selling fake medicine, if you want to try it, I will accompany you to try it, it's a big deal, no one wants to make money.

"Try it, how do you make your medicine?" the fortune teller replied loudly.

"Simple, just take a sip. Wang Anyuan slowly picked up a bottle of "rejuvenation water" and threw it to him.

"Let's go, which gentleman will come first?" the nouveau riche fat man made a cameo appearance as a referee.

"I'll do it. Wang Anyuan simply lifted his clothes, revealing eight enviable beautiful abdominal muscles. In order to prevent the fortune teller from having no excuse to quibble, he simply squeezed a large tube of hemorrhoids cream clean and applied it all under his navel.

Tsk tsk, that disgusted him.

A minute passed, two minutes passed, many minutes passed. Three people, six eyes stared at Wang Anyuan's lower body without blinking, but his pants were still mediocre, and there were no peaks rising from the ground.

Wang Anyuan raised his head, looked at the fortune teller, and sneered but didn't speak.

"Master, thisβ€”" The fat man pondered.

The embarrassed look on the fortune teller's face flashed, and he said with a dry smile: "Young man, are we looking at you, your little brother is a little nervous and doesn't dare to look up."

"Get out. Wang Anyuan threw him two big white eyes.

"Now it's your turn. Wang Anyuan pointed to his "rejuvenation water" and looked at the fortune teller and said.

The fortune teller had a look of hesitation on his face.

He was genuinely concerned about the unknown liquid in the vial. This kid looks wilted and wilted, what if it's really shabu-shabu water?

By the way, no matter whether this medicine is useful or not, I pretend to have a stomach trouble after drinking it, I don't think he can sell it?

After all, the fortune teller is an old man, and when his eyes roll, a thousand clever plans come up. He had confidence in his heart, and he didn't panic, he raised his head and smiled, and shouted very heroically: "Even if the old man gives up this skin today, he will expose you shameless charlatan." Bring the medicine!"

As he spoke, the fortune teller picked up a bottle of "rejuvenation water", uncovered the bottle, gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and poured it into his mouth with a gurgling mouth.

"My ancestral magic water is very strong, don't drink too much, just take a sip..." Wang Anyuan was about to say a few words, but before he finished speaking, the fortune teller had already burped and drank it.

"I didn't say it. Wang Anyuan could only spread his hands helplessly.

"The old man finished drinking, did you ask about this medicine..."The fortune teller finished drinking a bottle of medicine, and was about to taunt Wang Anyuan for a few words, and then pretend to have a stomach upset.

But before he could say anything, he felt a thunderous sensation jump from the tail vertebrae to the back of the neck socket, and then a wave of heat rose from three inches below the umbilicus, and instantly spread to the whole body.

It's hot, it's hot. The fortune teller ripped open his robe, revealing two delicate and sexy small ribs.

"You medicine..."The fortune teller pointed at Wang Anyuan, speechless with excitement and trembling.

"I said just take a sip, you have to listen. Wang Anyuan's face was helpless, and his eyes were full of sympathy.

Lao Tzu has tried it himself, and he will not be able to deceive you. At the beginning, I almost felt cool when I accidentally smelled it, but you are good, and my brother came to blow on the bottle. You deserve it.

The fortune teller's skin was red, the top of his head was steaming, and the little enoki mushroom under his crotch was holding his head high, so imposing.

But there was nothing nearby to vent, the fortune teller couldn't sit or stand, and the tangled and uncomfortable expression was like a baboon that wanted to mate but couldn't.

"The water is coming, the water is coming. The kind antique stall owner handed over a bottle of mineral water in time. The fortune teller snatched it, unscrewed the cap of the bottle, turned the bottle upside down, "grunt", and brought the water clean?!

"It's been a few years old neighbors, or you know my size. The fortune teller patted the antique stall owner on the shoulder, grabbed the empty bottle of mineral water and rushed to the small corner where no one was around.

The antique stall owner looked confused: "I just want him to drink saliva to lower the fire..."

At this time, the nouveau riche fat man, who had already been stunned, finally reacted, hugged Wang Anyuan's thigh, and cried loudly.

"Big brother, you must sell me this medicine!"