Unconsciously, as Tang Seng walked, the sky gradually became clearer, the full moon and stars were not seen in the sky, and a faint brilliance flashed from the clouds.

There are more and more vehicles on the road, sanitation workers are also sweeping the dust from the streets, and the breakfast stalls on the roadside are erected one after another, and the pots emit an enticing aroma.

As Tang Seng walked, he looked at the busy early morning and the busy pedestrians around him with his back hand, looking at their busy appearance, Tang Seng blinked his eyes unnaturally and twisted his mouth.

"Even if I really won the World Venerable back then, wouldn't the world still be as busy as it is now? What can I change? Alas, the mirror is empty, and it should have been seen a long time ago. ”

Walking to a breakfast shop, Tang Seng sat down straight.

"Three fritters, a bowl of bean curd, and two tea eggs."

"Okay."

The boss responded with a smile, and soon put the bean curd fritters that Tang Seng asked for on the table.

"Big brother, do you want chili oil or something?"

Tang Seng, who was biting on the fritters, suddenly looked up in a daze.

"Big brother? Wait a minute, something isn't quite right, why doesn't this tone look like a normal greeting to someone? And this stall owner looks like he is in his forties, how can he call me big brother? ”

Tang Seng subconsciously touched his big bald head, and then smiled dumbly.

Thinking about it, Huang Xiaobei's kid saw that the people of the Qingbang Gang greeted him in this tone, alas, it's really troublesome to keep a bald head, either being thought to be a person who has been released from prison, or thinking that he is a person who talks about something, hehe, doesn't the poor monk look so bad like a good person?

After eating, Tang Seng wiped his mouth with a napkin, and then greeted the boss.

"Fifteen more fritters, four bowls of bean curd, six tea eggs, by the way, how much is it?"

"Big brother, you can give fifty."

Tang Seng subconsciously stretched his hand into his pocket, changed a hundred yuan and handed it to the stall owner.

"You don't need it, I'll tip you if you have more."

After saying this, Tang Seng was suddenly stunned, and then quietly looked at the hundred yuan in his hand.

Me, did I just use mana?

Wait a minute, it's changed by a hundred?!

Gradually, Elder Tang's eyes turned red, and the hand holding the money began to tremble, and almost instantly, the hundred yuan in his hand was crumpled into a ball, and his hand was still trembling.

Hundred? I've changed a hundred?! I've only been able to use mana once for such a long time, and I've changed a hundred dollars?!

Elder Tang, whose eyes were blood-red, sat at the dining table and almost tore the entire table up.

The boss was also frightened, let alone reaching out to get the money, he didn't even dare to say a word, after all, who has ever seen the person who pays like this?

Holding the chopsticks that fried the fritters, the boss trembled.

"Big brother, why don't I invite this meal?"

Tang Seng gritted his teeth, lowered his head, and said nothing, and then quickly, he raised his head and forced himself to calmly put the banknotes crumpled in his hand on the dining table, and said with a frown.

"Well, you can just forget it, but, but did you just say fifty? Then give me the remaining fifty. ”

"Yes."

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Eating the bean curd fritters bought by Tang Seng, Huang Xiaobei said critically.

"Next time, put less spicy tofu brain, this commissioner doesn't like spicy food."

The old guard bit the fritter and said vaguely.

"The fritters are a little fried, the bald brother will remember to tell the boss next time, don't be so big."

Tang Seng was so angry that he almost buckled the bowl on the heads of these two bastards.

It was the Maozi brothers on the side, holding the tea eggs, hehe.

"Bald brother, thank you, the taste of this tea egg is really good, very good with my taste."

As he spoke, the Maozi brothers poured a large mouthful of vodka.

Tang Seng sat on Huang Xiaobei's bed, pinched his teeth, and patted his thighs.

"Look, look, this is called being able to speak, and then look at the two of you, you know how to eat, and when you are done, you still push the problem, pure white-eyed wolf."

Huang Xiaobei drank tofu brain and clutched fried dough sticks.

"Why don't you eat us and drink us every day, isn't that rubbing against me and Lao Wei? Putting on people today, for the first time, I know how to buy something, to honor the old people, and I have to say thank you? Isn't that what your turtle son should be? ”

Tang Seng stood up abruptly and slapped Huang Xiaobei directly into the bowl of tofu brains.

"You're my son!"

", bald guy!" It's also thanks to the tofu brain that it took a long time to buy it back, and it wasn't cold, so it was very good, and the face of Commissioner Huang had to be burned.

Just as a few people were about to pinch up again, Carl walked into the basement toilet, pushed open the door, and smiled very naturally.

"It's fragrant, do you have my share?"

Looking at Huang Xiaobei, whose face was full of bean curd, Carl frowned, "Senior, it's shameful to waste food. ”

Unconsciously, as Tang Seng walked, the sky gradually became clearer, the full moon and stars were not seen in the sky, and a faint brilliance flashed from the clouds.

There are more and more vehicles on the road, sanitation workers are also sweeping the dust from the streets, and the breakfast stalls on the roadside are erected one after another, and the pots emit an enticing aroma.

As Tang Seng walked, he looked at the busy early morning and the busy pedestrians around him with his back hand, looking at their busy appearance, Tang Seng blinked his eyes unnaturally and twisted his mouth.

"Even if I really won the World Venerable back then, wouldn't the world still be as busy as it is now? What can I change? Alas, the mirror is empty, and it should have been seen a long time ago. ”

Walking to a breakfast shop, Tang Seng sat down straight.

"Three fritters, a bowl of bean curd, and two tea eggs."

"Okay."

The boss responded with a smile, and soon put the bean curd fritters that Tang Seng asked for on the table.

"Big brother, do you want chili oil or something?"

Tang Seng, who was biting on the fritters, suddenly looked up in a daze.

"Big brother? Wait a minute, something isn't quite right, why doesn't this tone look like a normal greeting to someone? And this stall owner looks like he is in his forties, how can he call me big brother? ”

Tang Seng subconsciously touched his big bald head, and then smiled dumbly.

Thinking about it, Huang Xiaobei's kid saw that the people of the Qingbang Gang greeted him in this tone, alas, it's really troublesome to keep a bald head, either being thought to be a person who has been released from prison, or thinking that he is a person who talks about something, hehe, doesn't the poor monk look so bad like a good person?

After eating, Tang Seng wiped his mouth with a napkin, and then greeted the boss.

"Fifteen more fritters, four bowls of bean curd, six tea eggs, by the way, how much is it?"

"Big brother, you can give fifty."

Tang Seng subconsciously stretched his hand into his pocket, changed a hundred yuan and handed it to the stall owner.

"You don't need it, I'll tip you if you have more."

After saying this, Tang Seng was suddenly stunned, and then quietly looked at the hundred yuan in his hand.

Me, did I just use mana?

Wait a minute, it's changed by a hundred?!

Gradually, Elder Tang's eyes turned red, and the hand holding the money began to tremble, and almost instantly, the hundred yuan in his hand was crumpled into a ball, and his hand was still trembling.

Hundred? I've changed a hundred?! I've only been able to use mana once for such a long time, and I've changed a hundred dollars?!

Elder Tang, whose eyes were blood-red, sat at the dining table and almost tore the entire table up.

The boss was also frightened, let alone reaching out to get the money, he didn't even dare to say a word, after all, who has ever seen the person who pays like this?

Holding the chopsticks that fried the fritters, the boss trembled.

"Big brother, why don't I invite this meal?"

Tang Seng gritted his teeth, lowered his head, and said nothing, and then quickly, he raised his head and forced himself to calmly put the banknotes crumpled in his hand on the dining table, and said with a frown.

"Well, you can just forget it, but, but did you just say fifty? Then give me the remaining fifty. ”

"Yes."

————————

Eating the bean curd fritters bought by Tang Seng, Huang Xiaobei said critically.

"Next time, put less spicy tofu brain, this commissioner doesn't like spicy food."

The old guard bit the fritter and said vaguely.

"The fritters are a little fried, the bald brother will remember to tell the boss next time, don't be so big."

Tang Seng was so angry that he almost buckled the bowl on the heads of these two bastards.

It was the Maozi brothers on the side, holding the tea eggs, hehe.

"Bald brother, thank you, the taste of this tea egg is really good, very good with my taste."

As he spoke, the Maozi brothers poured a large mouthful of vodka.

Tang Seng sat on Huang Xiaobei's bed, pinched his teeth, and patted his thighs.

"Look, look, this is called being able to speak, and then look at the two of you, you know how to eat, and when you are done, you still push the problem, pure white-eyed wolf."

Huang Xiaobei drank tofu brain and clutched fried dough sticks.

"Why don't you eat us and drink us every day, isn't that rubbing against me and Lao Wei? Putting on people today, for the first time, I know how to buy something, to honor the old people, and I have to say thank you? Isn't that what your turtle son should be? ”

Tang Seng stood up abruptly and slapped Huang Xiaobei directly into the bowl of tofu brains.

"You're my son!"

", bald guy!" It's also thanks to the tofu brain that it took a long time to buy it back, and it wasn't cold, so it was very good, and the face of Commissioner Huang had to be burned.

Just as a few people were about to pinch up again, Carl walked into the basement toilet, pushed open the door, and smiled very naturally.

"It's fragrant, do you have my share?"

Looking at Huang Xiaobei, whose face was full of bean curd, Carl frowned, "Senior, it's shameful to waste food. ”

Unconsciously, as Tang Seng walked, the sky gradually became clearer, the full moon and stars were not seen in the sky, and a faint brilliance flashed from the clouds.

There are more and more vehicles on the road, sanitation workers are also sweeping the dust from the streets, and the breakfast stalls on the roadside are erected one after another, and the pots emit an enticing aroma.

As Tang Seng walked, he looked at the busy early morning and the busy pedestrians around him with his back hand, looking at their busy appearance, Tang Seng blinked his eyes unnaturally and twisted his mouth.

"Even if I really won the World Venerable back then, wouldn't the world still be as busy as it is now? What can I change? Alas, the mirror is empty, and it should have been seen a long time ago. ”

Walking to a breakfast shop, Tang Seng sat down straight.

"Three fritters, a bowl of bean curd, and two tea eggs."

"Okay."

The boss responded with a smile, and soon put the bean curd fritters that Tang Seng asked for on the table.