ran out of the mall, why did he take two rentals, went to the City God Temple to buy some cinnabar yellow paper and other things, and then prepared to find a quiet hotel to remove his bad luck.

Why did I walk a little way, and saw a long queue in front of a steamed bun shop, the steamed buns of this house were white and fat, the taste was good, the price was affordable, and I smelled the smell, so I suddenly didn't want to leave, and decided to buy some steamed buns and go to retreat.

After queuing for almost half an hour, I finally arrived at the why, why I looked at the price list next to me, and when I saw the sugar buns, my eyes lit up, and I said to the five big and three rough and quick bosses: "This sister, bring me ten sugar buns." ”

The proprietress has been busy, why when she came to the front, she could see the big sweat on the proprietress forehead, but despite this, her subordinates were still not messed up at all, counting and calculating accounts clearly, quickly and quickly, hearing a young man call his sister, the proprietress suddenly bloomed with a happy smile on her round face, which suddenly made her eyes squeezed into a slit by the flesh on her face.

The proprietress is already in her forties, and when she looked up, she was a little surprised to see a Taoist priest standing in front of her, but this little Taoist priest looked very young, only sixteen or seventeen years old, and he looked handsome and sweet.

"Sister, I only need ten! Ten! ”

Why did I count twelve, and quickly reminded the proprietress that there were too many.

"It's okay little brother, my sister sees that you have a good face, so I'll give you two more little brothers, count you ten yuan, our buns are not blown by my sister, you still want to come after eating, next time you come, my sister will give you two more little brothers."

The proprietress quickly packed the buns and stuffed them into He Why's arms, and then took ten yuan from He Why's hand, and said with a smile: "It's delicious!" ”

I got two more buns, why I was naturally happy, I listened to the boss lady greet, why I said to the boss lady while getting out of the way and letting the people behind me sell the buns: "Okay, my sister is good, the buns made must be delicious, next time I want to eat it, and I will come to my sister you." ”

"That's right, I like you as an honest young man."

The proprietress smiled and talked to him, and his subordinates had already loaded the buns for the next one and collected the money.

"Sister, you're busy."

He waved his hand at the proprietress and walked away, no longer bothering the proprietress to continue selling steamed buns.

At this time, it has come to the afternoon, why walk on this street one after another put out a lot of night market stalls, the stalls continue to have people in twos and threes to choose their favorite stalls to sit down, to serve a few side dishes, to a few cans of beer, everyone chatting, bragging, so comfortable.

Why did I see everyone like this, I felt relaxed in my heart, and I wanted to join in the fun, but I didn't think about drinking, and no one I knew was willing to drink with a Taoist priest on the street.

I touched the red envelope in my pocket, why did I choose a place with relatively few people to sit down, asked for two small cold dishes and a bowl of white rice porridge, took out the hot sugar bun I had just bought, and took a comfortable bite.

One bite down, the sugar juice in the sugar bun is sweet from the mouth to the bottom of the heart, the flowing sugar juice is hot why keep inhaling, why inhale, the hand holding the sugar bun swayed, the sugar juice in the bun flowed out of the bun and dripped on the back of He Why's hand.

It's so hot!

Why didn't he inhale in his mouth, he didn't care about his hands, but he never thought that his hands had their own thoughts, and after being burned, he subconsciously threw out his hands, wanting to shake off the sugar juice on the back of his hands.

The result of this dump was a disaster, the sugar juice on the back of the hand was thrown out, and at the same time, the hot sugar juice full of wraps in the bun was also thrown out, and the sugar juice was thrown out quite horizontally, and it was thrown on the face of a muscular man with tattoos on both arms.

"Convex (艹艹艹)!!!!! That bad cowardly plotter! ”

The big man with the flower arm tattoo was burned unclearly, and he immediately opened his mouth and scolded.

At this time, why did he also relieve his strength, and saw the big man who was scolding covering his face and wailing, knowing that he was in trouble, he quickly pulled a few pieces of paper from the table and ran forward to wipe his face, and the sugar juice on the big man's face was wiped off, and he finally opened his eyes.

Seeing that he was plotting against himself was a little Taoist, the hair on his face had not yet grown, the tattooed man with the flower arm was burned with anger, and now his face was still hot and painful, and he didn't know if he would have blisters, whether he would be disfigured, and he practiced the tendon meat of this body just to attract a few more beautiful eyebrows, if there is a scar on his face, then the beautiful girl will definitely walk around him in the future, and the more he thinks about it, the more angry he becomes.

If this leaves a scar, let alone a bubble sister, you may not even be able to find your daughter-in-law.

And this little Taoist priest who has not returned his baby teeth must not have two dollars on him, where can he compensate for his losses.

Thinking of this, the big man with the flower arm tattoo directly picked him up from the ground, reported it in mid-air, and scolded in his mouth: "Ge Laozi, are you blind?" Throw all your mother's stuff out, burn Lao Tzu to death, you kid dares to ruin Lao Tzu's appearance, see if Lao Tzu doesn't kill you today! ”

After saying that, the big man with the flower arm tattoo threw He Zhi to the ground, raised his fist the size of a casserole, and greeted He Zhi's face with enough strength.

The strength of the big man with the flower arm tattoo is very great, why was he thrown to the ground and used a special body method to unload part of the force, despite this, he was still dizzy and dizzy, seeing a fist the size of a casserole smashed towards his face, why endured the pain on his body and quickly dodged sideways, if this fist smashed firmly on his head, why did he feel that he must be opened.

The fist of the tattooed man with the flower arm was dodged and smashed directly to the ground, and he could clearly feel the vibration from the ground, this vibration was like He Dajiao's foot stomping on the ground.

He Dajia's feet couldn't be clearer, he didn't expect this big man to be so powerful.

The big man's hand came into close contact with the stone ground, and the flesh and blood collided with the stone, and the pain was never the stone.

"Convex (艹艹艹)!! Lao Tzu can't cure you today! Dahan punched the ground, grinning in pain, and began to curse again.

The big man scolded and scolded when he saw why he rolled out with a grunt, and then stood up from the ground with a straight waist, knowing that this little Taoist priest had a bit of kung fu, but no matter how much kung fu he had, this thin body could still take his own tendons and flesh!

Dahan didn't care about the pain in his hand, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he was about to grab why he came back.