Chapter 92: Long-term Meal Ticket (1)

But who knew that as soon as he took out his money bag, it was gone...... Even the money bag is gone......

In desperation, he had to learn to make his clothes more torn and tattered as described in the script, and squatted on the street corner - begging!

But who knew that Cloud Town was so conscienceless, and he was so pitiful when he saw him, and he didn't give him some money!

The people of Cloudtown: You made yourself so embarrassed in front of us, are we blind?

Just when he was hungry for a day and was almost unconscious, the old man Qin, who was selling steamed buns, saw that he was pitiful, and then gave him a steamed bun......

Lan Hao, who had been hungry for a day, finally met a sympathetic person, and naturally he would not easily give up this "long-term meal ticket"!

After all, now that his money bag was lost, Old Man Qin was the only reliable person before his master and the others came to him.

Uncle Qin, who was selling steamed buns, heard Lan Hao's words, sighed helplessly, and said, "You have eaten eighteen today, old man, I am a small business, you can leave a way to live." ”

If it weren't for the fact that he saw Lan Hao squatting there alone three days ago, his hungry face turned white, he wouldn't have been unbearable for a while, and handed him a bun.

A small bun actually made him rely on him, and I don't know how his shriveled little belly grows, hundreds of buns a day, but the meat doesn't grow at all.

"Grandpa Baozi, when you see me so pitiful, do you really bear to starve me?"

Seeing that Uncle Qin's attitude was so resolute, Lan Hao's face immediately wrinkled, and his eyes filled with tears when he looked at Uncle Qin, as if Uncle Qin had done something unforgivable.

"Hey, let's eat."

Uncle Qin looked at the teary-eyed Lan Hao helplessly, and after all, he couldn't help but pick a big and white bun for Lan Hao.

"Thank you, Grandpa Bun." Lan Hao swallowed the bun in three times and divided it by two, and then looked up at Uncle Qin pitifully.

The meaning is self-evident, I'm still hungry, and I still have to eat.

Uncle Qin twitched the corner of his mouth, and directly turned his head and ignored Lan Hao, he was really afraid that he couldn't help it, the results of his busy work last night for most of the night all went into Lan Hao's stomach.

"Grandpa Bun ......"

Lan Hao was just about to continue pretending to be pitiful and begging, when the collar was lifted, and when he looked back, he saw that the pro-master he had been waiting for for several days was behind him.

"Wow, wow, master, you're finally here, if you don't come again, your little apprentice will starve to death......"

Lan Hao hugged Mo Hao's sleeve and cried, wiping all his tears and snot on Mo Hao's body while crying.

Demon Twilight wanted to throw the dirty black ball in front of him back into the Rotten Blood Forest, but seeing the tattered clothes on his body, he finally held back.

"Change your clothes and come back." Mo Hao threw Lan Hao with a money bag into the cloth village not far away, and said coldly.

Money bag, since Lan Hao lost that money bag.

At the beginning, he just wanted to punish him casually, but he didn't want him to leave his money bag in the rotting blood forest and make himself so embarrassed.

Don't you know that with his face, you can go to the ink shop in the town to "brush your face" for money?

At the beginning, Xiao Lan Hao lost it again and again, and every time he found it, he had to be hungry and lose a lot of weight, and his father Lan Mu was really helpless.

I had to go to the ink shops all over the countless continents to ask for Xiao Lanhao to open a face brushing service, of course, the price paid was not small.

It's a pity that this trick doesn't seem to be useful to Lan Hao, a guy who has been wild since he was a child.