Duan Lang casually threw the deed to and whispered: "Go over and find Gangdan, the villa will be transferred to her name, exchanged for 50 million in cash, and the money will be given to you." ”

said embarrassedly: "The little ghosts are all killed by Brother Lang, give me all the money, isn't this a slap in the face?"

Duan Lang patted Gang's shoulder and said with a smile: "Good brother for a lifetime! Why do you have to calculate so clearly, the money is a bastard, and you can earn it again when you spend it." You're not trying to reforge the golden body, 50 million is almost enough. ”

said bitterly: "Master said that if you want to cast a ten-meter-high golden Buddha statue, it must be made of pure gold, and you can't mix it with a little fake, and you need at least one billion US dollars." ”

"Damn... This is also too exaggerated!" Duan Lang was taken aback, all the gold bricks in the super backpack fell together, and they were not three meters high, how much gold did they need.

The two left the villa and parted ways at the subway station, Gang Jump rushed to the Longhai Club, and Duan Lang rushed to the airport to see if Jiang Kuifa could run away.

In the breakfast area of the airport, Jiang Fatzi's family of three is eating breakfast, and there are crab roe and shrimp dumplings, roasted wheat pies, soup dumplings, millet porridge, tea eggs, and various exquisite appetizers on the table.

Jiang Fatzi's face was full of red light, his eyes were greedily staring at the food on the table, his hands were bowed left and right, one bite at a time, one bite at a time, one bite at a time, Xiaolongbao was thrown into his big mouth like jelly beans, his mouth was full of oil, and his cheeks were swollen and round, not to mention how sweet it was.

Duan Lang held a newspaper and sat in the breakfast area, secretly looking at Jiang Fat's eating appearance, he couldn't help but be a little hungry, no wonder this thing is so fat, there is a reason for being fat, and the eating appearance is too domineering.

"It's delicious!" Jiang Fatzi's heart was full of joy, and he picked up the millet porridge and drank it up.

"We're almost done, let's go to the departure hall. Liu Xiaoyan proposed.

"Auntie is right, don't eat it, Dad, you won't be able to catch the plane later. Jiang Xiaopang said.

"There's still an hour, dad will eat some more, and there will be ten drawers of xiaolongbao!" Jiang Fatzi picked up a plate of shrimp dumplings, opened his big mouth and poured it directly into his mouth, and ate ten dumplings in one bite, his mouth was about to burst, and he was still chewing heavily, which was very infiltrating.

"Come on! Xiaolongbao just out of the pot, the boss uses it slowly. The waiter brought ten drawers of xiaolongbao and put them on the table.

Looking at the steaming xiaolongbao, Jiang Fatzi showed a happy smile, whether it was hot or not, he took a drawer and threw xiaolongbao into his mouth, and one by one xiaolongbao fell into his mouth, as if entering a bottomless pit.

The table top dropped a high cage drawer, Jiang Fatzi swept the tabletop, and killed ten drawers of xiaolongbao in one go, and the surrounding diners looked stupid, forgetting to eat with their big mouths open, and looked at Jiang Fatzi in dismay.

"Damn! This fat man is a real rice bucket, and he eats too deliciously. ”

"The dead fat man is reincarnated by a hungry ghost, and he can eat a cow by seeing what this means. ”

"Whoever has this dead fat man, no matter how rich he is, he has to eat poor, and eating is the same as fighting. ”

"It's too much! Ten drawers of xiaolongbao in one breath, the dead fat man is not an ordinary rice bucket, and he is not afraid of dying. ”

Jiang Fatzi was still unsatisfied, wiped his mouth and said, "Waiter, here are ten more drawers of roasted wheat!"

Jiang Xiaopang was anxious, and said depressedly: "Dad hasn't eaten yet, I look full." ”

Liu Xiaoyan said: "Don't talk nonsense, let's go to the waiting hall right away and eat you to death." ”

The waiter smiled, brought ten drawers of roasted wheat, and said with a smile: "The boss has a good appetite!"

Jiang Fatzi was impatient, his eyes were glowing green, staring straight at the cage drawer, his forehead was bruised, he grabbed the roasted wheat and stuffed it into his mouth, and the beer belly was round, like a ripe watermelon, which could burst at any time, and the terrifying eating appearance was completely reincarnated by a starving ghost, which frightened the diners into horror and was as shocking as hell.

"Dad, don't eat, come with me. Jiang Xiaopang pulled Jiang Fatty's left hand.

"Dead ghost, go away, what are you crazy about?" Liu Xiaoyan took Jiang Fatzi's right hand.

The two of them worked together to forcibly pull up Jiang Fatzi, and were about to drag him away, Jiang Fatzi shook his arms, and the two fell to the ground, he sat down again, grabbed the roasted wheat and continued to eat.

Duan Lang's brows were tightly locked, his see-through eyes flashed with golden light, and in the back of Jiang Fatman, lying on the back of a skinny old ghost, he kept eating with his bloody mouth open, as if he would never be able to eat enough, and he would never stop eating.

The identity of the old ghost is about to come out... The legendary Hungry Ghost!

Bang!

With a deafening explosion, Jiang Fatzi's belly burst and he fell to the ground with a bang, ending his life of sin.

Jiang Xiaopang and Liu Xiaoyan ran away with their luggage and went straight to the waiting hall, a ghost shadow like a maggot of rotten bones followed, and the whole person was covered under a black robe, it was the guy who was Yin Ghost.

Duan Lang's figure flickered, blocking the way of Yin Ghost, and said lightly: "Yin Daoyou is okay, let the orphans and widows have a way to live, why kill them all." ”

Yin Ghost's face was gloomy, and he said coldly: "For the sake of Daoyou's face, let them go, I'll deal with the Song family, Daoist friends don't forget the agreement, don't intervene." ”

Duan Lang handed over a note with a phone number written on it and said with a smile: "Don't worry! If you can't beat Song Zhong, remember to contact this seat, maybe I can save your life." ”

"Song Zhong is a martial artist, no matter how high his kung fu is, he is also a mortal, I ask myself if I can deal with it, I don't need the help of Taoist friends. Yin Ghost was full of confidence, and unhappily took the note and put it into his cuffs, turned into a ghost, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Duan Lang shook his head and said to himself: "I hope so, if you can kill Song Zhong, I don't have to make a move, wouldn't it be troublesome." ”

"Ding Dong! Congratulations to the host, activate the side quest, ghost two abuse!"

"Mission description: Assist the Yin ghost to take revenge and kill the culprit Song Zhong!"

"Mission reward: Gold slot machine draw twice, a gold treasure chest, and a forced value of 3,000 points!"

"Difficulty: Hard!"

"Mission Failure: Death at the hands of Song Zhong!"

"Mission Tips: Hahaha, the old man Song Zhong is known as the living king of Hades, he has fought in the world all his life, killed countless strong enemies, and once challenged the tiger dragon Chaojiang in the north, although he was defeated, he was still glorious. The Song family is an ancient martial arts family, with a deep heritage, rich and powerful, and the people who provoked the old man are all dead, and the grave grass is three feet high. Waiting for the rats, vainly trying to kill the old man, that's a pipe dream, and you're looking for your own death!"

Hearing the prompt sound of the system, Duan Lang gasped, Song Zhong, the living king of Yama, is not easy to mess with, the Song family is a master, if you want to kill openly, it is almost impossible, you can only rely on Yin Ghost's head lowering technique, I hope that Yin Ghost will give a little strength and kill this old guy from the shadows.

"I forgot to ask for contact information, Ghost Yin is running too fast, what are you afraid of?" Duan Lang was very depressed, silently left the airport, and just walked onto the crosswalk.

The wind was howling, Duan Lang suddenly turned his head to look, the muck truck floated around the corner, and the mud, sand and gravel flew out of the car, kicking up a cloud of dust, and crashing wildly.

Wu Dajun sat in the driver's seat, drunk to the sky, turned the steering wheel with his right hand, held half a bottle of Erguo in his left hand, and poured a sip into his big mouth, staring at Duan Lang viciously, and stepping on the accelerator at the bottom.

The Wu family collapsed, the trees fell and scattered, and the position of the captain of Wu's army was also mixed, and the people with a hard background quickly kicked him out, and he became an unemployed homeless person with no money and no power, so he was naturally unwilling, and he wanted to do a big job.