What can be obtained?

Xiao Paner finds it difficult to speak, and it is difficult to say the words "You can get sweetness."

What you want is naturally like.

As night falls, the night elves are equipped with constant energy and spirit.

Xinghuan constantly condenses the emerald green liquid transformed by drops of natural power for Lin Jiangxue to swallow.

As these natural forces were swallowed, Lin Jiangxue's transformation was getting faster and faster, the human figure became clearer and clearer, and her hair and contour gradually became clearer.

As the night was getting deeper, Xiao Pan'er and He Xiaodou left.

Dining room.

Xinghuan was lying on the lounge chair, thinking about a question.

Where is the right place for the Tianyi Jian Sect sect?

Aside.

Ye Weiyang was wearing a black cheongsam, with thin black silk wrapped around her beautiful legs, and delicate and sexy high heels on her silk feet. She was wandering around the kitchen, familiar with her next work.

In a speechless moment.

Xinghuan left the lounge chair, came to the bar and put down his beloved, and said, "I'll go out."

Ye Weiyang nodded "Yeah" and continued to rush into the technical job of bartending.

Xinghuan touched Guaiguai and said, "Don't let Guaiguai drink secretly."

Ye Weiyang disagreed and said, "I know, go and go back quickly."

Xing Huan smiled, and gave me some advice through spiritual communication, and then turned around and left the restaurant.

He didn't drive, and the streets were very lively without sleeping now, with a lot of people, and he couldn't drive and wasted time

It's better to walk around the street.

Haven't gone shopping for a long time...

The streets that never sleep at night are very lively, very lively, with crowds of people coming and going.

The normal joy of reincarnation did not attract anyone's attention. He wandered silently on the streets and enjoyed his own leisure.

"Okay, awesome."

"Brother, I'm convinced."

"I'll do it, I'm sorry, brother."

“…”

Suddenly, cheers came from the crowd.

Xinghuan's attention was attracted and she looked over.

There were many people, and there were vague "bang bang" sounds of blowing.

Xinghuan was curious and walked over.

Through the crowd, he saw a circle surrounded.

There are two men in the circle at this moment.

A man bowed his waist slightly, with a very tight white bandage wrapped around his hands and arms, protecting him in front of him, and he could not see his appearance.

Another man is a fat man.

now.

The fat man was constantly punching the man in front of him, which was wrapped in white straps.

And facing the bombardment of the fat man.

The man's body was still motionless, and his hands and arms were like iron walls.

A familiar breath.

The one who was beaten was Muxia, the former Zhao Tai.

After a happy pause, my eyes turned and landed on the card that was placed beside me.

[Professional beating, you can only hit your hands and arms, each person costs ten yuan, and you can hit until you are exhausted.]

so.

Is this Muxia’s way of making a living?

With those arms that cannot be damaged by ordinary swords, this business is not bad.

Xinghuan suddenly remembered the extraordinary item [Blood-stained Bandage] from Muxia, shook his head slightly, and gave up the thought in his heart.

Blood-stained bandages require swallowing blood every day. They are not good things and should not be spread.

“Huhhhh…”

"No, brother, you are awesome, huh..."

"It's really good. Brother, this ten dollars is the most enjoyable I have spent in my life. I think the most worth ten dollars."

The fat man gasped and stopped.

Mu Xia lowered her arms, smiled brightly, and said, "It's good that I didn't disappoint you."

The fat man raised his thumbs up and said, "Brother, accept it."

The young lady who was unable to bear to watch, covered her eyes took her hands away, breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Mu Xia with a hint of heartache.

Muxia moved her hands and arms, breathed out, and said, "If you are dissatisfied with life and are unhappy, you are welcome to hit me."

"It costs ten yuan every time, you can fight as much as you want, until you are exhausted."

“…”

While talking.

A young lady walked out and said nervously: "I, can I?"

Mu Xia glanced at the other party and smiled and said, "Of course, come on, even if you call, scan the code to pay the bill, you don't have to pay for it if you don't have money, but you can only hit your hands and arms."

"Don't worry about my arms."

The young lady took out her cell phone, gritted her teeth and said, "I'll give the money first."

Muxia picked up the QR code hanging on her chest and said, "Okay, just scan it."

Pay the money.

The young lady took a deep breath and said, "I, I'm going to start."

Mu Xia bowed his waist and was beaten for easy being beaten. He protected his arms in front of him and said, "Just come, don't worry."

The young lady immediately whimpered.

Silently, Mu Xia adjusted the scales on the skin of her arm to ensure that the impact was not too hard, but tended to be a solid feeling.

After these two days, the scales on his arm had already been studied and understood by him.

These scales can be soft or hard.

Being soft can remove the strength and make it more pleasant to fight.

If you become hard, you will not be afraid of weapons such as swords and swords. Maybe bullets can be blocked.

The adjustment of soft and hard is like instinct, all in one thought.

It feels like these scales are like his second layer of skin, which is amazing.

He was very grateful to the restaurant, and for this, he always kept in mind the content of the contract, doing good things every day, not doing bad things.

Now, he feels very happy and happy.

The only regret is that I still haven't seen Tang Xiran.

There is no in the school.

So at night, he came to this never-sleeping street, where Tang Xiran often came to, while making money, while waiting for whether he could meet the figure that made him dream of again.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"Go to die, go to die..."

“Woo woo…”

The young lady started crying while fighting, crying while venting her inner sadness.

Mu Xia remained motionless, feeling the young lady's strength, and adjusted the softness of the lower scale armor again.

In this hot summer, people are restless.

Muxia's actions can be said to have provided a channel for many people to vent.

Xinghuan looked at it and sighed in her heart.
To be continued...