Tang Ya pulled a chat group, and the four-person team was officially established.

The fat man knows the name of the blonde girl, her name is Anna Sharapova, a big girl from the Rakshasa country.

In the evening of that day, everyone went their separate ways, and the fat man prepared a bunch of strange props and returned to his residence.

"Mr. Pei, I live in Building C, which is very close to you. If any suspicious person contacts you, let me know immediately. "Anna is very active in the group.

"I'm staying in Building B tonight, call me anytime." Cho Dezhu joined the group chat.

"When did you move here?" The fat man was a little surprised.

"I didn't live here, inspired by you, I found a 'pound of psychic apples to eat all night' in Building B, and the friar brought me in, and the security guard didn't stop me." Zhao Dezhu made a shy expression.

"Lao Zhao, it's still you." The fat man smiled.

"Teammates, I suspect this group is not serious." Anna posted a meme that read, "You old critics."

"Don't say that, Mr. Zhao lives in through this means, which is not a bad way." Tang Ya is very open-minded.

"Just kidding, I know exactly what kind of life a city hunter usually has." Anna sent another look of understanding.

It was in such chats that time passed quietly.

After dinner, the fat man read a book for a while and continued to practice boxing to lose weight.

At nine o'clock, Anna was in the group for the eighth time: "Has anyone contacted you?" ”

"Not really." The fat man replied.

Zhao Dezhu suddenly sent a private message to the fat man: "I'll be honest, your method is theoretically feasible, but there is a big problem in practice." ”

"What's the problem?" The fat man asked.

"You touched your conscience and said, just your avatar, thank God if you don't scare your sister into tears, how can it be worth six thousand five?" Zhao Dezhu came a little real.

"I'm not looking for a girl." The fat man keeps his original intention.

"That being said, the seven people who died were all okay. Monsters are also aesthetic.,If I'm a girl.,If you post six thousand five upside down.,I don't necessarily want to.。 Lao Zhao is telling the truth.

“……”

The fat man was speechless.

He silently endured critical damage, and with his appearance and figure, even the monsters retreated.

Whenever he was in a bad mood, he would do something very housewife-like: do housework.

The fat man threw his clothes into the washing machine, then picked up a rag and wiped the floor inch by inch, without using a mop.

In this way, he vented his emotions, and he soaked in the bathtub and finally calmed down.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the fat man came out of the bathroom, and the clothes in the automatic washing machine were also washed.

He turned on the light on the balcony, which was originally a simple drying of clothes, but he saw a picture that was not simple.

On the balcony of 1608 next door, the lights are also on, and there is also a person drying clothes.

At a glance, the steady heart of the crazy beauty dancing on the tip of the knife 101 times set off waves.

The eldest sister on the balcony next door, compared in age with a fat man, can be called a female junior holding gold bricks, and looks like she is twenty-six or seventeen years old.

The wet and slightly curly long hair, like a love thread, wraps around the man's heart.

The face under the long hair is exciting, with apricot eyes and peach cheeks, and there are all kinds of charms.

She also seems to have just come out of the shower to dry her clothes, wearing a black lace nightdress, and her body is plump and moving.

The fat man saw 36E and saw the graceful water snake waist.

First impression, a stunner in the world.

Then the fat man had a second reaction: this is a master!

As we all know, with the improvement of the monk's skills, he can delay aging, beautify and nourish his face, his temperament will become more outstanding, and his skin will become white and tender under the nourishment of mana, with its own beauty effect.

As the saying goes: one white covers a hundred ugliness, and one fat ruins a life.

Some female monks with very ordinary appearance, after cultivating to a high and profound realm, their skin is amazingly good, their figure gradually tends to be perfect, their facial features will also change subtly, and their words and deeds have a fairy aura.

In a sense, this is the reason why many female friars work hard to practice.

At the same time, it is also the main reason why countless mortal women want to awaken the spiritual root.

The stunner in front of him proves that the rumors are true.

From her, you can feel a temperament: moisturizing.

Those who possess this kind of aura are at least second-order law body realm masters.

For a monk who has cultivated a dharma body, the spiritual root and the body are one, and a little mana fluctuation will cause a strong visual effect.

For example, the eldest sister in front of her, standing on the balcony without a filter, seems to have a high filter, the beauty effect is full, and there is endless temptation under the hazy light of the night.

This stunner in the world is none other than Tang Ya.

When she didn't wear glasses or a suit, she was a different person.

has changed from a shrewd and capable female president to a charming and moving stunner.

I don't know which one is the real her, she during the day or at night.

The fat man's heart was a little confused, thinking of the double-faced girl, and thinking of the variety goblin.

Looking at the lace nightdress, he decided to solve the problem in a mature way.

When he saw a beautiful woman in such a dress before, he was full of stories about what happened.

Now that he saw the girl wearing this kind of dress, he ignored the girl and wondered if he would be beautiful in this women's dress.

A sign of a man's maturity is that there are no girls in his heart, only women's clothes.

With such maturity, the fat man said hello: "I didn't expect you to live next door to me." ”

"I didn't expect you to live in the place where Sun Xiaomei was killed." As Tang Ya spoke, she quietly hid a pair of pink thongs in a basin and hung up a coat.

"The main thing is to be cheap, the rent of the murderous house is half cheaper than your side." The fat man laughed.

"From now on, we will be neighbors, welcome to visit often." Tang Ya in the evening was much softer than in the afternoon, with the enthusiasm of the eldest sister next door.

"Okay." The fat man nodded politely.

"Do you have a late-night snack?" Tang Ya saw that the other party did not mean to visit the door immediately, and took the initiative to send out an invitation.

"No, I'm losing weight." The fat man actually refused the invitation of the stunner in the world.

"You really just woke up not long ago." Tang Yawan smiled, becoming more and more radiant: "If you eat spirit fruit at night, you won't get fat." If you can improve your strength, you will also have the effect of losing weight and shaping. ”

"Really?" The fat man felt like he had to learn something new again.

"The monks of the big family I know eat four meals a day, and supper is indispensable." Tang Ya talked about experience.

"Why?" The fat man wondered.

"Because the energy contained in the spirit flesh and spirit fruit is relatively large, the feeling of satiety formed is very strong. Even if the resources are sufficient, it is impossible to eat indefinitely, and it takes time to digest. ”

"Take myself as an example, at seven o'clock in the morning, I mainly eat psychic quail eggs and snow mountain spirit milk, and I will eat very much, and I will have the appetite to eat a second meal at noon."

"Dinner at about half past five in the afternoon, supper at ten o'clock in the evening."

"In this way, people who eat four meals a day absorb one more energy than those who eat three meals a day."

"If you persist for many years, your skills will be higher than your peers."

Tang Ya talked eloquently, and her voice was intoxicating.

The fat man still kept his senses: "Mr. Tang, you are a monk from a famous family, and there is no shortage of resources to eat." Many people can eat one meal of spiritual flesh and spiritual fruit a day, but the low-level monks I know are so distressed that they are distressed to death when they eat a pot of spiritual meat once a month. ”

Tang Yayan smiled: "Don't feel distressed, I'll invite you tonight, you come over." ”

"Then you're welcome."

The fat man ran to the door next door and knocked on the door, he wanted to see what the monks from the famous family ate for supper.