"Wouldn't it be nice for the two of them to let out a house. ”

Then Sun Hao said lightly. He has a good family background, he has lived in people for a long time since he was a child, and he is used to being arrogant, and he casually makes Ma Xiaozhen and Wang Fatzi vacate the house, as if arranging his own subordinates, it is like an ant.

When Ma Xiaozhen heard this, his eyes were like lightning, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and in an instant, it was like a blade.

Although this product is dressed like silk, it has internal strength, and it has actually entered the realm of a half-step grandmaster. Hearing Sun Hao's instructions, he was unhappy in his heart, his eyes swept so inadvertently, and inadvertently, he had already shown a bit of domineering.

The fat man sat opposite him, swept away by his blade-like gaze, and suddenly a spirit, the cold hairs on his whole body stood up, and he actually had goosebumps all over his body. In a trance, I felt like a little beast being targeted by a hungry wolf, and I couldn't help but start to tremble.

This sharp glance is terrifying!

Wang Fatzi was suddenly shocked, he himself is a fanatic of cultivating immortals, after witnessing Ma Xiaozhen's medical skills competition with Li Wuzhen in Wuzhentang, he was shocked by Ma Xiaozhen's medical skills, and respected him like a god.

In the past few days, he had often secretly guessed that this Ma Xiaozhen was pregnant with an ancient secret technique, and that he was an immortal cultivator hidden in the world? Ma Xiaozhen's eyes were as sharp as lightning, and his whole body stood on end, and his whole body trembled.

Yes!

This Ma Xiaozhen in front of him could it be a martial arts master who is pregnant with the ancient secret technique Dao method! Or is it a real person who cultivates the Fa!

That's right! The screaming chicken on his shorts can also bring its own background music, which must be the ancient way.

Wang Fatzi's heart was a little more determined, and he suddenly had a feeling of tears in his eyes.

I've long heard that a grandmaster can't be dishonored! Not to mention a real person who cultivates the Fa?

That kid named Sun Hao dared to insult us to our faces, I see how you died!

Is it a slap in the face on the spot, or is it pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?

It's not going to kill him, is it?

Belch...... It seems a little cruel, but I don't know why......

All of a sudden, I'm looking forward to it.

Wang Fatzi's eager eyes stared at Ma Xiaozhen hotly, waiting for Ma Xiaozhen's shot with great anticipation.

Sure enough, under the ardent expectation of Wang Fatzi, Ma Xiaozhen slowly stood up, his body was dignified, and his breath was like a mountain.

I'm going to make a move, I'm going to slap my face!" Wang Fatzi's careful liver jumped wildly, and his eyes looked at the scene without blinking.

That Sun Hao was unaware of the impending crisis, he didn't even look at Ma Xiaozhen, his nostrils snorted coldly, he took out a stack of red tickets from his pocket and threw them on Ma Xiaozhen's table: "This money is for you, make room for a guest room." ”

"Hmph. Wang Fatzi snorted coldly and sneered secretly in his heart.

A person who cultivates the Fa in a dignified manner, money is like dung to him, and wealth is like a floating cloud to him, how can he bend his waist for a few red tickets?

It seems that this kid surnamed Sun is dead.

Wang Fatzi looked at Ma Xiaozhen with anticipation, and suddenly his pupils suddenly shrank, and he was stunned in a blink of an eye.

"Brother...... You ......"

Wang Fatzi looked at Ma Xiaozhen dumbfounded.

The real person who cultivated the Dharma with thaumaturgy in his heart was smiling like a blooming chrysanthemum, and like a senior beggar disciple, he pinched the red tickets in his hand with great skill and fluency, and naturally licked his fingers, and counted the money with a smile.

Just kidding, Ma Xiaozhen, a senior poor man, has been engaged in the mobile phone film industry for many years, and he has never seen anything. Let a room? This little thing is a fart, how can there be a red ticket in hand.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight......" Senior poor Ma Xiaozhen smiled: "Eight hundred yuan!

Wang Fatzi: "......"

Sun Gongzi: "......"

Old couple at the inn: "......"

The corners of Wang Fatman's mouth twitched, and he only felt that there were 10,000 alpacas in his heart snorting, and happily trampled on his little heart.

Nima, it's really a slap in the face.

It's just that it wasn't the face of the kid surnamed Sun, it was obviously the face of my fat man!

What about saying that a good grandmaster should not be humiliated? What about saying that a good cultivator is really angry and swallowing mountains and rivers?

Wang Fatzi only felt that his brain was a mess, looked at Ma Xiaozhen, and asked in a trembling voice:

"Brother, let's really let it go?"

"Nonsense! Eight hundred dollars! Net profit of eight hundred dollars, where can I find such a good thing. ”

Ma Xiaozhen shook the red ticket in his hand, looking like a small person in the market, and his face was not ashamed but proud: "Then let's do it, fat man, give them your room." ”

"Give them my room......" The corners of Wang Fatzi's mouth twitched: "Then I ......"

"You?" Ma Xiaozhen was stunned for a moment, then reacted, and took out a red ticket from his hand with difficulty, and stuffed it into Wang Fatzi's hand: "This one is for you......"

"Give me this one?" Wang Fatzi: "......"

"Too little?" Ma Xiaozhen gritted his teeth, took out another one, and handed it to Wang Fatzi with an expression of gritting his teeth and abandoning his own flesh and bones: "Give you another one, hey, I can tell you okay, this is the last one!

Wang Fatzi looked at Ma Xiaozhen, who was a small citizen, and his eyes finally turned red silently.

It's really blind to my titanium dog's eyes......

Wang Fatzi looked at Ma Xiaozhen and said that I have six points I want to say.

Wang Fatzi: "。。。。。。 ”

......

gave up a room, and after eating, Ma Xiaozhen dragged the humiliated Wang Fat Man back to the room.

The rooms in this mountain inn are extremely simple to decorate, and naturally they cannot be compared with the hotels in the city. But the old couple clearly loved cleanliness, and there was not a trace of dust in the room. The bamboo bed and wooden bench plus the sound of frogs and cicadas outside the window are a bit clean and dusty.

As soon as he entered the bed, Ma Xiaozhen fell asleep on the bed. Wang Fatzi's face was unwilling, and he scolded and scolded the grandson, and finally he was still tired, curled up on the bench on the side, and gradually fell asleep.

"Purr"

The cry became louder and louder, and slowly merged into the sound of frogs and cicadas.

Ma Xiaozhen's eyes suddenly opened, and in his eyes, a fierce color swept by, and he jumped up from the bed.

In this inn just now, I met this Sun Gongzi and his party unexpectedly, Ma Xiaozhen had already discovered from the ring of Jiuyi Tianzun and others that the cold woman had a faint fluctuation of aura, and she should be carrying some magic weapon.

He was silent on the surface, but he was secretly guessing in his heart. That Sun Gongzi's family has a big business, and at first glance he is a gentleman, even if he wants to develop any market, he can't go to this poor country to inspect it himself. What's more, if it is really for commercial development, why refuse to be accompanied by the leaders of the government and rush to the company with their own eyes?

He is a high-flying man, but he has great respect for that cold woman, and he must have a plan.

What can be planned on this foggy mountain?

It must be the thousand-year-old He Shou Wu.