Bug Master In Doomsday

"Let me be exaggerated, exaggerated because I am afraid...like wood, like stone...la la..."

Holding two oil paper bags in his left hand and holding a bottle of inferior bulk wine in his right hand, Zhang Nan's cheeks flushed, and he staggered along a cracked concrete road. A smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he kicked away. A stone on the side of the road.

The unpleasant hoarse singing voice was displayed indulgently on this empty and few people's road. Sometimes there were a few motorcycles passing by. The rider slowed down and looked at Zhang Nan, who took up most of the road. He just smiled and made a few jokes. Twisted the accelerator and left.

"Hey! Isn't this brother Zhang Nan?! Going to the Drunken Flower House again? It's not that the old man said you, how much money did it cost to redeem a woman in the dust? Welcome home!"

The man with a neat horoscope and an old pickup truck couldn't help but shook his head when he saw Zhang Nan who was staggering.

"What do you know! It's not that I don't want to redeem Xiaohe, it's that the old bustard is too treacherous. The original contract of 1,000 gold dragon coins is now 10,000!

Where can I raise so much money? ! Damn old beast, I cursed her to be killed by a wolf when she went out of town! "

There were two blushes on Zhang Nan's face, and his face was a little hideous when he spoke. If it weren't for the treacherous old witch, he would have taken Xiao He home long ago!

"Damn the old bustard!" Zhang Nan thought more and more angry, and directly slammed the wine bottle in his hand to the ground, "If someone is willing to lend me ten thousand golden dragon coins, it will be fine! I am willing to do anything!"

The man in the pickup truck smiled speechlessly, and slammed in the direction of the city gate as soon as he stepped on the accelerator. After all, who would care about the words of a drunkard?

'cough! cough! Zhang Nan seemed to choke his throat by the exhaust gas from that pickup. He couldn't help but squat down, his stomach surged.

"Oh~~~!" A large stock of fishy vomit was spewed out by him in an instant. He was a little uncomfortable leaning against a big tree by the road. The headache caused by poor-quality liquor made his consciousness appear. It's a little fuzzy.

"You just said that you are willing to dare anything if you give you ten thousand golden dragon coins?! Is this true?"

"Nonsense!" Zhang Nan wiped his mouth suddenly with his sleeve, and roared loudly, "I love Xiaohe so much! As long as I can save my life, I can redeem Xiaohe home, what am I? Dare to do it!!"

"Okay! Okay!" The voice came from nowhere with a hint of joy. Zhang Nan, who had finished roaring, seemed to wake up a little while drunk, looked at the empty surroundings, muttered to himself, and mentioned it. The oil paper bag on the cement road staggered and continued to walk forward.

"Young man! Don't go in a hurry?! I'll give you ten thousand golden dragon coins! You come with me!" A teasing young man suddenly appeared behind Zhang Nan, smiling and patted his shoulder. .

"Huh!" Zhang Nan, who was drinking slightly, didn't know that he was afraid when he saw the young man who appeared suddenly, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Brother, don't be stupid like Zhang Nan drinking wine! You can get 10,000 gold dragon coins by walking with you? Then how many supernatural beings in this city are eager to give you away, you will find me Such a drunk?"

The young man shook his head faintly, and took out ten large gold tickets from the storage ring, all of which were 1,000, which felt a lot to the touch.

"Others don't have that qualification, as for you! I look more like it!"