Douluo's Stalking Lottery System

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"Yang Ming, do you think I look good in this way?"

In a clothing store specializing in custom-designed clothes for soul masters, Ning Rongrong walked out of the changing closet, making Yang Ming bright.

This shop is worthy of being a clothing store for soul masters. The tailor-made pink and white dresses outline the slender figure of Ning Rongrong in bud, and the strapless design shows the snowy skin. At the neckline of the font, there is a small and lovely collarbone, and a stalwart gradually prospering.

Under the pleated pattern of the skirt, a pair of round and slender legs walked restlessly, black mesh stockings spread to knees, red shoes made fine footsteps on the ground, accompanied by a fragrant fragrance, Ning Rongrong Pounced into Yang Ming's arms, wrapped his arms around Yang Ming's neck, his face was red as a peach blossom, and said spoiledly:

"Why don't you talk, just say whether it looks good or not."

Yang Ming secretly wiped the cold sweat on his forehead. For the first time, he discovered that shopping with a girl was such a horrible thing.

This is not the first time Ning Rongrong has said this. Yang Ming was full of praise at first. He didn't blink his eyes when he paid, but he went shopping for several hours, walking from West Street to East Street, and then from East Street. When he came back, Yang Ming had no idea how many clothes he had bought for Ning Rongrong.

However, the consumption of Wuhun City is not low. These costumes dedicated to soul masters start with 100 gold soul coins. Ning Rongrong's vision has always been very good, and naturally he will not put low-end goods in his eyes, but buy high-end items. clothes.

After this series, Yang Ming really spent money, tens of thousands of gold soul coins disappeared in an instant, and his wallet almost shrank by half.

But facing Ning Rongrong’s expectant gaze, Yang Ming still bit his head and said:

"good looking."

With a "pop", Ning Rongrong kissed Yang Ming on the cheek, turned around happily, and said softly to the waiter:

"Bring me three more clothes of this kind!"

Yang Ming's eyes were dark.

Having said that, but seeing Ning Rongrong so happy, Yang Ming was still happy to go crazy with her.

To be alive, to practice desperately, to make money desperately, isn't it just for happiness.

Although Yang Ming gave most of the funds to Prince Xue Xing to help run the bombing day gang base camp, the money in his hand was not too much, but it would not be a problem to buy a few more bags for Ning Rongrong... probably.

Seeing Ning Rongrong go to the next store, Yang Ming thought with some uncertainty.

Yang Ming sent the packaging of the clothes bought by Ning Rongrong to Youhainajie. As soon as he walked out of the store, he saw a middle-aged man in ragged clothes walking towards them.

The moment he saw Yang Ming and Ning Rongrong, the middle-aged man's eyes flashed, and his feet accelerated a bit.

As a result of the last attack by the man in black, Yang Ming had a strong sense of crisis. Even if he was shopping with Ning Rongrong, the nerves in his mind were always tense. Be extremely alert.

As soon as he noticed that someone was approaching here quickly, Yang Ming immediately thought that someone was trying to make a mistake, and he turned around suddenly, waiting to release his soul power, once something happened, the mysterious sword would immediately appear in his palm.

But when he saw the familiar faces of the people, Yang Ming asked hesitantly:

"Are you... a master?" Let's start www.xiashou8.com

The master did not ride a carriage to Wuhun City with Yang Ming and others, but left the team alone, not knowing where he went. This also led to Liu Erlong's state of being similar to menopause during this period. , Looks like a female tyrannosaurus, her temper is not normal.

At this time, after many days of separation, only a few weeks, Yang Ming could hardly recognize the master.

Without him, the middle-aged man in front of him is really miserable.

His clothes are as filthy and ragged as a beggar, with countless holes broken, and you can vaguely see a body that has not been bathed for several days. It exudes an extremely unpleasant smell because of his unpleasant smell , Actually attracted a group of flies circling buzzing overhead.

The originally well-groomed hair was messy like a chicken coop, greasy and dust tangled into a buttery hair color, and a pair of eyes seemed to have been beaten up and swollen, leaving thick bruises, resembling enlarged and bold panda eyes. The bridge of the straight nose was almost crooked by people, and the nosebleeds kept flowing down. The thin lips turned into a sausage lip. The moment you opened it, you could see the missing front teeth. The sound of air leakage was barely audible. Know what he is talking about:

"Yang Ming...help me..."

Yang Ming's expression moved slightly to stop the master from continuing to speak.

Most of the injuries that the master suffered now were skin injuries, that is, the person who beat him was very measured, but made him embarrassed in public, but did not cause him any fatal injuries.

Yang Ming took out a guqin from the ring of Youhaina, flicked by ten slender fingers, the long-lost melody of Forgiveness slowly played beautiful and moving movements, quiet and peaceful tunes are endless, let people listen There is a illusion of refreshing and happy feeling.

Even the pedestrians passing by have slowed down one after another, with a look of intoxicated and happy faces, and they appreciate this tune.

With the loss of spirit power, a vibrant green light shone on the master, causing the injuries on his body to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye and restore to its original appearance.

As for the broken front teeth, Yang Ming could only say sorry. This came from the ability of the king Cai Wenji, but he was unable to inlay his front teeth.

When the song of forgetfulness fell, the surrounding pedestrians showed their appreciation, and sparse applause sounded.

Yang Mingchao nodded and greeted them, then looked at the master and asked:

"Master, who are you being bullied by?"

The master's expression was strange, seemingly unspeakable, his lips trembled slightly, and he wanted to say something, but in the end it turned into a sigh and shook his head:

"Inflict evil!"

Yang Ming and Ning Rongrong: "???"

For a time, the soul of gossip burned raging flames in the hearts of the two of them, and they all wanted to know what happened to the master.

At this moment, a rather arrogant voice that looked down upon the world's heroes moved from far to near.

"Yu Xiaogang, you came here unexpectedly. It really made me look for it. Come and come, let the uncle me beat you up again."

Hearing this, the master suddenly turned dark, and when he recalled the nightmare-like experience of the past few days, he trembled with anger.

Suddenly, Yang Ming looked back, but saw a young man with black hair and black eyes wearing Wuhun Hall costumes, walking toward this side with an unremarkable attitude.

When he saw Ning Rongrong next to Yang Ming, a gleam of light burst into the boy's eyes, as if Zhu Bajie saw a beautiful woman, his saliva almost flowed out.

"Ning Rongrong? My wife is here?"