Here Lies The Wicked

“Little brother, how do I feel? You're consuming a lot of lucky incense. Little brother, are you really going to buy lottery tickets in Europe with lucky incense? ”

The other side is asking for the scent of luck, and the old god stick is curious to look at the rectitude in front of him.

But after just saying it, the old priest wondered: “No, I also used the luck incense. I went to the lottery store to buy welfare lottery tickets a few times. I didn't need the luck incense to be okay. At least I could win 5 yuan once in a while. As soon as I used the luck incense, I didn't even lose the 5 yuan consolation prize. If I smashed the money into it, I would lose the cost. ”

“Later, I thought, behind the blessings is the country, behind the country is the luck of 1.4 billion people nationwide, so the luck of buying the blessings is ineffective and understandable. ”

“But to you, little brother, how can this theory not work, because of Europe's small population? Didn't you say that the currency in circulation in the world is the United States dollar and the euro, which is more than eight billion people worldwide? ”

Square eyebrows picked.

“Old Goddess, in the more than a month I've been away, have you taken the liquidity from the store and made a fortune scent to buy the blessing? ”

“Don't tell me you've got all the luck left in the store? ”

The old Goddess wandered off, his face was a little swallowed up.

See here, square face suddenly darkens.

“Old Goddess, can I really say that?!! ”

The old god stick said with some tearless frustration: "Little brother, I thought I had the lucky incense, so I could get rich with the welfare lottery ticket from now on, so I put all the wages and bonuses I earned from the store into buying the lucky incense raw materials and blessings, and I lost them all. ”

“Little brother, if you don't come back to work, I can't even afford to run an online bus. ”

The more the old baton says, the more miserable.

Buying lottery tickets is awesome and always is.

After listening to the tragedy that happened to the old god stick, Fang was beginning to be fortunate. Fortunately, there was an old god stick as a precursor to the car, completely eliminating his greed for wealth by the fortune incenser.

These days, the money of evil cannot be retained.

“Old Goddess, do you think everyone's a fan like you, the older you get, the worse your heart gets? Do you know why I consume so much luck scent? ”

“Why? ”

“First, let me ask you, is the scent of fortune in Good and Evil Forty-Eight Fragrances, good or evil? ”

“Of course it smells good. ”

“Man has the principle of life, good man has the principle of good man, evil man has the principle of evil man, such as not to bully old and weak women and children, and not to harm their families. Even people have principles, good incense naturally has principles. If you use good incense to do good deeds, then nature's heart will be spiritual. When you want to rely on fortune incensers to make total wealth failures, I rely on fortune incense to promote interpersonal justice. Lucky, not like you!” Fang Zheng, this is the tiger skin of the brothers, describes himself as a brilliant image, and the last sentence is spoken with the mouth of Zhou Xing.

Looking at the old god stick who had not yet understood, Fang patted the shoulder of the old god stick: “Take me to the store to pick up the incense of fortune. I will take the old god stick today. Open your eyes and teach you how to use the incense of fortune correctly. ”

Fang is trying to solve the case by using the scent of fortune, bring the old god stick, for his own reasons.

Of course, the secrets of human skinned scripture will not tell the old god stick.

The man with the glasses was picked up in an ambulance and transported away. Next, he was going straight back to the store with the old god stick to pick up the scent of luck.

Before leaving, the old priest didn't forget to take the incense ash from the bag.

The distant red sleeve stamp aunt looked at the old cleric who had packed the ashes and taken them away. There was confusion in her eyes and a mouthful of words, but eventually she turned away and continued to add bricks and tiles to the construction of urban civilization.

When I went back to the store, I looked across the hall from the store.

The noodle parlor has been locked since the last incident, and no sublet notice has been posted and no one has taken over.

Fang had already learned from Captain Fei that the statuette owner's mother had not caught her yet and had not committed any more crimes in the city. I don't know if the successive parties are destroying her good things, and I don't love Fang Zheng anymore, so I went to the city.

As soon as I entered the store, I saw that the last time I went to Siam, the carving handicrafts I had specially brought to the store had been sold out.

Originally bent down at the cashier's counter to pick up the last bit of Lucky Scent stock of the old god stick, saw Fang Zheng's reaction and said in due course: “About half a month ago, a girl came to the store and bought all the woodcarving handicrafts at once. ”

“There are also people who like traditional handicrafts these days, I think the girl is pretty good. ”

“Later a lot of people came to buy it, they all said it was the girl who introduced it before. Little brother, what are you buying? I feel like selling this woodcarving handicraft alone is more money than Old Dao I have earned from running into the countryside to rob monks and goddesses. ”

The old god stick said, while taking out the last fragrance of survival.

Here are some scattered scents of luck, less than thirty.

But that's enough for the other side.

Fang very much agrees with the old god stick: “If you can buy so many woodcarving artefacts, you are a good man, and the good man will surely have a good reward. ”

The last time I brought the wooden carvings to the store, there were a lot of them, and the clothes were about to turn into little rich women again.

“I'll have another shipment of woodcarving tomorrow. ”

“Old Goddess Stick, you pack up the store, close the door early today, and fill up your old Jetta water truck with oil... Old Goddess Stick Where did you learn to sell cute eyes, don't worry, today's car oil money is all reimbursed by the store and the wages are paid. Do you see me as the kind of person who deducts employees' wages? ”

After that, Fang is picking up the scent of luck on the counter, and then he randomly finds an excuse to go upstairs and say that he went upstairs to clean up what was left over a month ago. In fact, Fang takes this opportunity to strengthen the scent of luck and experiment with the scent of disease on the second floor.

As soon as I heard about the refund for the oil money, and the salary, the old god stick shook his spirit immediately, and I worked very hard.

Fang Zheng approached the store and waited for an hour. A car filled with muddy old Jetta water truck stopped at the store door.

The Old Goddess is sitting in the driver's seat.

As a Grand Terrace old cleric, he certainly wouldn't be luxurious enough to drive to work, he had an old man's card, he could take the bus for free, so this was a special trip home and drive over.

Open the back door and prepare to put the guitar backpack behind you in the back seat.

“Hey, old baton, you finally got to put a new seat cover in the back seat of the car?” We're seeing a new seat cover in the back row.

Speaking of this, the old god stick was depressed: “Hey, stop it, the last time I pulled two female passengers, people looked pretty young, and they looked pretty good. As a result, after they got out of the car, the smell that they had been covering spread out. I only found out that they didn't say anything. I actually left two beaches of yellow water in the car for nothing. I spent 30 yuan washing my car money to taste a new set of seat covers. Because of the old road, I couldn't sleep for most of the month. ”

When I heard about the crap of the old Goddess club, it was painful for the old Goddess club for a second.

This is a real bleeding for an old god who always sees money as more important than life.