Here Lies The Wicked

Next, Fang asked Mr. Fu, when will it start?

Mr. Fook replied, however, that the party was waiting for the notice.

Just these two days.

Because they needed to be prepared, and this time, they could not participate, so for the sake of safety and insurance, several groups of young people were specifically approached to investigate together.

And these people, young people from all over the country, are handsome.

After all, the Night's Watch knows that of the 1.3 billion people in the country, Mr. Fu is not the only one.

As soon as I heard there was a companion, I was surprised and then my eyes lit up.

How nice of you.

If more than one person carries lightning together, more than one safety and security.

When talking about working with young talents from all over the country, Mr. Fu looked at Fang Zheng, even the butcher Zhang who was eating the meat of halogenated pigs looked at Fang Zheng. He felt a little uncomfortable and said softly: “Do you know how to read minds, Mr. Fu and Zhang Butcher? I was just thinking, follow the big army as a saltfish, and you stare at me right now... cough, okay, I'm not a saltfish. ”

Fang is coughing dry to cover his own heart defect and embarrassment.

Mr. Fu: “…”

Butcher Zhang: “…”

Fang Zheng didn't say it, they really didn't know Fang Zheng's true thoughts. This guy is a saltfish king. He actually wanted to be ready as a saltfish from the beginning.

Looks like we're gonna have to put a little pressure on this Salted Fish King.

Otherwise, the saltfish would be too lazy to flip around.

“It's not simple, it's not just the city, it's the whole country, you're competing against each other, you're competing. And you represent a march for the city, only one spot in Fuji, and only the best performers can get this only spot. ”

According to Mr. Fook, only the best performers can be rewarded with a spot on blessed land, which is too unfriendly for the other saltfish.

What?!

The party thought that this task would be the same as the last evacuation mission, but all participants would be allocated a spot.

He was just discovering that he was wrong.

He's too naive.

How can the difficulty of this task be compared to that of the evacuation? If the evacuation was a nightmare difficulty, this time it was just an ordinary difficulty.

The evacuation of the diaspora went directly into a ghost. The ghost knew what ghosts would appear and how many ghosts were gathered in a dense pile.

“Not even a second and third place?” Fang Xianfish did not die, and asked Mr. Fu with a thick face.

Mr. Fu: “…”

Sure enough, the kid won't put any pressure on him and won't be able to roll over for a while.

“No.”

“Only the first one has a reward. ”

“Failure to find out the truth or the premature collapse of Li Xianshui's deceased spiritual world is a collective failure without any reward. ”

Alexander and a sense of urgency were immediately felt.

Fortune spots are precious, this time only one will be more precious, and it is expected that the competition will be fierce.

After exploring some more details, Fang was in the underworld store for about another hour before leaving the underworld store to continue on to his university town.

However, just as I was about to leave the door, Fang suddenly stood still and turned to Mr. Fu, revealing a white tooth. The animal smiled harmlessly: “Mr. Fu, if I took first place, would Mr. Fu, as my nominee, have a face in the company? ”

Mr. Fook was distracted. Don't you see why Fang suddenly asked about this?

But Mr. Fook nodded with joy.

“I understand.” Fang Zheng smiled brilliantly and left in a delightful manner.

Instead, Mr. Fu and Mr. Zhang Butcher left their faces somewhat obnoxious and obsessive. How do they feel about this? What rhythm is this going to cause?

……

By the time Fang arrived in University City, it was almost 9: 00 p.m.

Today is an hour later than before.

Mr. Fook was mainly consulted on the details of the shadow movement.

Wait!!

Fang suddenly thought of a very serious problem that he had been ignoring.

There is only one corpse of Li Xianshui, but there are so many competitors all over the country, and they are scattered everywhere. How can this corpse be divided?

Should… maybe… maybe… not one person divided into small pieces?

When Fang came to the store, he saw the old god stick holding his dual card, and the second-hand domestic smart machine was brushing a short video.

This is the same cell phone that was left in the public toilet pit in White Tower Industrial Park.

The cheap door carried the old shrine of the car loan, and then went back and picked it up.

As for how to get it back, Fang has been afraid to understand it in depth...

The old god stick who was brushing the short video in the store, when he saw Fang Zheng enter the store, the two eyes on the old face of the chrysanthemum lit up: “Little brother, you're going to be famous on the short video! ”

The old god stick was excited to rub his hands, as excited as he was famous himself. He immediately held his dual card to the divine machine and wanted to show it to Fang Zheng.

Fang is telling the old god stick to stay away from him, just stand back and raise his phone to show him.

“Little brother, keyboard, mouse, toothbrush, money, razor, elevator buttons, whatever is dirtier than the toilet, why don't you throw away all your money and throw it at me?” The old priest feels his pride has been devastated.

“Are you holding the bamboo pole and lifting the bar with me?” Fang is decisively taking out the boss's dignity.

The old god stick immediately stopped the cannon and smiled and said nothing, how could it be.

It's not a second-guess.

It's from the heart.

Watching Grandstand again, he likes to brush short videos, and he also works part-time as an old priest on the Internet. He can't help but wonder: “Old priest, how did you choose to be a priest? ”

Where do you know, when Fang Zheng mentioned this, the old god stick said to bite his teeth: “When I was six years old, I was still a snotty, naked mud doll who knew nothing, and one day I met an old man who said that I would be wearing a yellow robe, that my wife and concubine would not be sad, and that I would be a dragon's heir. I believe in hammers!! The old man was too harsh, he had it all figured out. I was actually wearing a yellow robe, my wife and concubine were not sad, and he really became the dragon's heir. The old man actually used chicken legs to seduce a six-year-old child, tricked me into wearing a robe, and became my master. By the way, the old man called himself the" Green Dragon Real Man ". ”

Square: “…”

The master of the old god stick is right. Isn't that the gown of the old god stick?

Besides, the old priest has beaten the bare rod all his life, but it's just his wife and his concubine, because none of them are destined to be.

One mountain and one mountain high, there is also an old master of the gods on the old stick...

Fang has some sympathy for the old god stick's childhood.