Here Lies The Wicked

Square feels that the old god stick is his own lucky star.

He's headed to Ford's tomorrow night.

The old god stick just came up with the scent of luck.

Although this luck scent is a little unreliable, there are also some serious...

Next, Fang asked the old god stick, is there anything special about using this fragrance of fortune?

Like, is there any way to get started? Or a mantra or a spell or something?

The old god stick said that good luck will naturally come down from the sky if you think of one thing in your heart, or if you don't want anything.

This is called Hongyun in charge.

There is no need for spells.

Because this scent of fortune itself is a low-pitched beggar's version, a silly one-button operation.

Fang Zhengzheng was surprised. I couldn't imagine how to use this scent of luck. It's so simple.

It really is a bad luck scent.

“Little brother, do you have a good idea who you're going to pick? ”

“If the little brothers don't know how to choose, I can help the little brothers for free. The man in front of me walking through the fruit stall and taking an orange with him is a good choice. ”

The old god stick handed the incense of fortune and the lighter together to Fang Zheng, saying.

Fang squarely rubbed his chin.

“Must someone be sacrificed? ”

Listen to Fang Zheng, the old god stick smashed his mouth: “That's not necessarily true, I'm afraid the success rate is too low, so set a goal. ”

“A group of people is more likely to be one person than another, of course. ”

Fang continued to rub his chin.

The Old Goddess said, that makes a lot of sense.

So he decided… click, the lighter lights a little flame, and he starts to light the fragrance of fortune in his hand.

“Hey, little brother, why didn't you pick someone to target?” The old priest suddenly made a surprising sound, looking in some confusion and confusion.

It is true that there is no target selected.

Once he had the scent of luck, he lowered his head and the scent of luck, his eyes not choosing a target in the crowd.

“Oh, I'm afraid I'm gonna get another godson, so I got rid of this.” Fang is smiling at the old god stick.

Bang, a crisp sound.

Looks like it came from a heavy punch in the face.

The old god's stick was bitter and dull.

Fang Zheng, this is where the pot doesn't open, hit people in the face.

Didn't you intentionally brush up on what he just did?

Watching Fang lit the scent of luck in his hand, this time the old god stick was a little nervous. He didn't blink and stared at the scent of luck in Fang's right hand.

Seems more nervous than when he himself lit the scent of luck.

“Little brother, what do you have in mind? ”

Fangzheng replied: “Nothing. Naturally, I want to see what good luck this fragrance can bring? ”

At this time, he was getting a little sore in the throat, but he didn't try to fan the smoke.

He thinks that since it's called a scent of fortune, it should be one of the important rings of incense that burns and rises.

He had just carefully observed the two failures of the Old Goddess, each time smoked with his hand to fan these cigarettes.

And Fang Zheng did not lie, he did decide to follow his course.

Because he's not as obsessed with money as he is with old gods.

Mostly he wanted to experiment. Was the scent of luck the only way to pick up this priceless little thing?

He's not obsessed with picking up money.

What he valued was how valuable the items were to be found, so that he could make a judgemental valuation of his ability to adapt the scent of fortune.

One minute,

Two minutes.

The scent of fortune is about to burn out, the ash poxo drops, the correct fortune, has not changed.

“Little brother, the incense is burning out.” The old god stick couldn't help but remind me.

Square's just casual, um, he's not in a hurry.

The old god stick waited for more than 10 seconds. The less incense he saw, the shorter it was. At the end of the day, there was only Mars left. The next second he looked out. The old god stick just wanted to comfort the formula. Suddenly, on a dull summer night, a gust of wind blew.

Pfft!

A brand new, unsealed silicone case drops gently on the square foot.

Fang picked it up and took a look, and had a good time.

It actually matches his domestic model.

“Old Goddess, is that supposed to be one of those things where you get the money? It's worth $120 anyway.” Fang looked at the old god stick with a smile.

The old Goddess club shouted at Tiandao for injustice. Why was he able to pick up a new case and he had to pick up his nail clippings? Still used!!

He also wanted to kowtow himself a corner phone and put a condom on it.

Fang Zheng didn't care about the old god stick's hard mouth, he was thinking, this lucky scent, more than a hundred incense burning at the same time, seems to have achieved value, also just equal to the production cost of incense?

“Old Goddess, how much incense is left in your bag?” Fang is looking at the old god stick.

Old Goddess: “What? ”

Square: “Give it all, I want to see what it does when burning at the same time. ”

The old Goddess club brought the plastic bag to his feet and mumbled: “It's all here, minus three uses. Now there are four bundles of incense left. ”

“But I have to leave a bundle for myself to use for the last time, so I can only give these three bundles of luck to my little brother. ”

Three is three. Square nodded.

Next, three incenses burn at the same time, making it smokier.

But this time, again, there was no attempt to fan out the cigarettes, the flames, the silence, etc.

Less than a few minutes later, suddenly, there was a battery car with a red light running fast from the front of his eyes. Just as it passed directly from the front of his eyes, the man who ran a red light dropped a wallet on the street and fell just under a few centimeters away.

But the person riding the battery bike, it is not settled, when the party is trying to warn, the other party has gone all the way through the red light disappeared in the corner of the street.

“This…”

The old goblin stared at the wallet on the ground.

Is that okay?

And then I was sad, and I wondered why anyone could pick up a brand new case and a wallet, just because he picked up a pair of used nail clippings.

It's not fair!!

Seeing the battery car go away, Fang is picking up his wallet. At first glance, there are no cards in the wallet that can identify him, such as bank cards, ID cards, etc. The wallet does not contain much money, there are only three pieces of steel and two five-dollar notes.

Whoo!

The nervous old priest looked at his wallet for only $13 and took a breather.

Mother, I just scared the shit out of him.

I thought I was really going around naked this time.

I had no idea it looked like a big purse, but it was only $13.

Meanwhile, the old god stick became even more uncomfortable.

“I still don't believe it, how can you pick up the money, but I can only pick up the nail clippings! Old Dao, I don't believe it's going to be such a bad day. This last luck scent will still be such a bad day!! ”

The old god stick raised his sleeve and spat twice in the palm of his hand, saying unwillingly.