The foreign devil smiled, stepped on the edge of the bed, looked at the boss condescendingly, and asked unhurriedly: "You are enchanted, I have a way to cure it, do you want to do it?" ”

The boss hesitated, and in those few seconds, his hands began to cramp. He may have finally realized the seriousness, and howled at the top of his throat, begging the foreign devil to save his life.

"Simple, pay a thousand."

"It's too expensive, can you ......" The boss was in pain, and wanted to bargain but twitched. It can be seen that he is still conscious, but he can't control his hands, and he is in great pain.

The guests of this room were so troubled that they went up to intercede and let the foreign devils save people, and the matter of money was discussed.

"Discuss again?" The foreign devil wiped his nose and said indifferently: "Then you can discuss, I don't care." ”

"Don't, don't." The guest obviously didn't want to be pestered any longer, so he quickly grabbed him so that he could ask for help. This foreign devil took Qiao, and he bit the money to death, and everything was good to talk about. What he said was evil, and when it was dawn, the boss would be completely hopeless, and when the time came, the police would not be able to pick it up.

The guest was stunned, and when he turned around, he gave the boss two big mouths, scolding him for being a miser, if you want to die, don't you find a good place?

The boss was originally forcing the urge to hit someone, and his fist was already clenched, and now he heard that it was about his life, so he gritted his teeth and moved his fist back and pounded it on his chest.

He almost rolled out of bed, grabbed the foreign devil's legs, and almost kowtowed.

The foreign devil rubbed his thumb neatly: "Take it!" ”

I'm really angry when I look at it, this person has lost his money? Saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, that's too fake and empty, with the boss's current situation, he can't go out if he wants to get money.

Who knows that people's survival ** really can't be underestimated, the boss gritted his teeth and actually stood up, and walked out without saying a word. I chased out and wanted to help him, but the foreign devil raised his leg and kicked on the door frame.

"Don't be too troubled, young man!" His eyes narrowed, his face was indescribably ruthless, and the whole person exuded a banditry spirit.

I coaxed.

The guest came up and grabbed me, waving his hand to mean that this person could not be messed with.

"Loot while it's hot." I wrenched away from the guest's hand, turned around and muttered, "What the hell?" ”

There was a stumbling movement outside the door, and the boss walked crookedly with a handful of money in his hand, trying to push the door with the light on as he walked. The foreign devil looked around, picked up a broom from the corridor, stepped on the broom, twisted the head of the broom, pulled out the hollow wooden pole, and carried it behind his back.

"Don't move!" He shouted, and the boss was stunned.

The foreign devil raised his hand at me and swept his wrist to the boss's side. I somehow realized it and stepped forward to take the money from the boss.

Who knew that before I could hand it to him, the wooden stick in the hand of the foreign devil pulled a flower, and his body was jerked on the boss's shoulder as soon as he moved.

This, this, this...... We were all shocked, and we didn't know whether to pull away or do something. The boss wanted to resist at first, but he knelt on the ground without two beatings, and he was only beaten.

The foreign devil is very skillful, no matter how the boss rolls, a little pick of the stick can always make his back up. It was very easy to see his movements, but the boss's back had been pumped like a chessboard, and the marks were bulging, purple-black, purple-black.

The boss rolled in the hallway, howling and shaking the earth. The foreign devil played calmly and leisurely for ten minutes, until the boss suddenly choked violently, as if he was about to vomit. He lifted his foot and kicked the boss in the heart. The boss was kicked on his back and fell to the ground.

"Holy, didn't you kill me?" The guest was about to step forward in a hurry, but I felt that something was wrong and grabbed him.

The boss's face turned red, and he was silent for ten seconds, and suddenly his body bowed and sneezed loudly.

I saw two streams of red and white mixed liquid spraying out radially, and we were not far away, splashing all over our legs. The boss didn't finish sneezing, and he hit five or six times in a row before he slowly stopped. His chest and the ground near him were covered in blood, and there were white thread-like things in it, which seemed to squirm with a bow.

It's a little bug!

Duo Xiao then threw the stick and asked the guests to take out the Mongolian king from the house.

"How do you know about pinching?"

The guest opened the suitcase and found the wine, and the foreign devil smiled without saying a word, took the wine and smashed it into the blood on the ground. He picked up the mosquito coil that was still burning at the door, and he didn't know what he was muttering, and the wine was ignited the moment the mosquito coil hit the ground. The blue-purple flames along the corridor rose half a person high, and the boss avoided it, and the whole person was lit.

The wine made our eyes hot, the boss didn't exhale pain, the whole person seemed to be doing a spa, sitting with his hands spread out and his expression was not to mention how comfortable.

After only three or five seconds, the chatter in the mouth of the foreign devil stopped, and the flames on the ground disappeared immediately. When I looked at it again, except for some water stains and fragments of wine bottles, the blood and insects spurted out by the boss just now were gone.

"Sleepy." The foreign devil yawned exaggeratedly, turned around and left.

I looked at him, and then at the guest, and my eyes widened, and this ...... That's it?

The boss over there actually got up by himself, stiffly straightened his waist, stretched his arms and legs, and was like a good person. We deliberately looked at his back, and there were only some shallow red marks.

No way! What kind of god is he?

The most bizarre thing is that the great god is actually my roommate, named Duo Xiao.

Since Duo Xiao returned to the house, he sat on the bed chewing potato chips and watching TV, watching all TV series, but he didn't watch people. After a while, the boss knocked on the door again, pitifully asking for advice.

He unscrewed the bottle of Coke, and said casually while changing the table: "Your physique is not suitable for eating pumpkin, don't grow it in the future." ”

I felt strange and wanted to ask the boss who had sent away a thousand thanks. sat on the edge of his bed and fished out a bag of snacks, and when he saw that it was Wangzai's small steamed buns, he put them back again.

After watching an episode of the TV series, he patted the dregs on his hands, got out of bed and put on his shoes and walked out.

"Take the money and follow me."

By the time I got my backpack and went back to him, he was standing outside the first room by the stairs, looking down at the ground with his chest crossed.

Mosquito coils were lit in front of the door, and the incense fell on the newspaper on the floor. I noticed a long dark green roll in the middle of the ash. I wanted to pick it up, but it broke when I touched it, and it was also burned.

Smelling the bitter smell of plants in my hands, I suddenly had a conjecture: this is the boss's room, and this ash is the culprit that caused the boss to go crazy.

"And what do you think?" At this time, he was not as scary as he was just now, and his posture was a bit like a teacher, and he was still that kind of encouragement. I'm not good at thinking logically, so I'm just guessing. After his guidance, his thinking was much clearer.