You must know that the old man is also a famous romantic figure of this generation, the old man is not only handsome and chic, but also suave, and the girl chasing him can be counted with his wrist broken.

It's a pity that the years are not forgiving, and they all say that the years are a life-killing knife, but it is more like a pig-killing knife cut into your face.

Leave traces of the years on your face, and in the blink of an eye, the perfect carving of the years will be carved old, otherwise with their own style back then, how can there be a place where the little white face was popular before.

When Zhuang Lao regretted again and again, Qianjun's subordinates moved slightly and rewarded 1,000 thousand coins.

It was a subconscious sigh, Zhuang Lao moved his eyes to the barrage in front of him, and saw the moment of thousands of rewards.

The treasure chest floated in the live broadcast room, and the audience who came to grab the treasure chest with a large amount of rewards, his eyes lit up instantly.

He has three good things, good looks, good temper, and good forgetfulness, the most important of which is that he does not hold grudges, at most he sours others in his heart.

What's more, everyone has rewarded you, and they haven't messed with you much, and you hate others, haven't you become a white-eyed wolf?

"Thank you for the peerless Qianjun for sending 1,000 coins as a reward, Qianjun is arrogant!"

Zhuang Lao couldn't close his mouth with a smile, and began to brag again, hoping that he would brag and make Qianjun happy, and he could give a little more reward.

"Since admitting that the last time he pulled in the Qianjun Gongzi into the live broadcast room, the old man has been unable to forget the peerless beauty of the son, and that day the old man will know that the son is a blessed and bold person from the face of the son."

Zhuang Lao, who was bragging with his beard, had a glint in his eyes, and kept touting Qianjun.

"When I saw it today, as the old man expected, the son waved his hand and scattered his gold, and his magnanimity is a model for my generation."

This is bullshit, the master almost believed it, if it weren't for the nervousness of seeing this guy last time when he looked at himself and was not inferior to his pretending method, I am afraid that I would believe his lie now.

This stinky shameless one, he can really talk about it, and he can blow it, if it weren't for today's task, the master would really want to play with him.

Call me brother, there's a reward!

As soon as this barrage came out, one stone stirred up a thousand waves, and thousands of people quickly asked my brother's barrage to follow suit.

"How could the old man be such a vulgar person."

Zhuang Lao, who was a little hesitant for a while, waved his hand, strengthened his position and shook his head.

Call my brother and reward 10,000 coins.

At this time, there was an uproar on the barrage......

The local tyrant is atmospheric, begging to hug his thighs!

Junhao, the slave family is delicate and soft and easy to push down, and the most important thing is that the family has a sweet voice, and it will be humble, you know the local tyrant~

Eh, I'm afraid that the upstairs is bigger than everyone here, and I'm still pretending to be a cute girl here? Don't you want to be a **cute girl, your conscience won't be disturbed?

"Yes, but it has to be this number."

Zhuang Lao, who was a little moved, licked his lips, and his heart kept wavering.

What to do, on the one hand, it is to call my brother, and on the other hand, how to choose a huge reward for myself, how should this be good.

If he wants to save face, he is reluctant to give a reward, and if he doesn't want face, he can't hold his face.

He shook his teeth and held up five fingers, without saying exactly how many numbers they were.

Isn't it just calling my brother? Isn't it just face? Face can be earned back at any time, and huge rewards are not available at any time.

But he didn't want the scene in the next second to make him unforgettable for life, and he only said in his heart: ... In the world of local tyrants, we vulgar fans don't understand and won't understand.