Fist of Fantasy

Chapter 117 The Note of Salted Fish

"The bracelet you gave them can really grow hair?"

"The bracelet is just a look, I worked hard."

"effort?"

Liang De shook his head and straightly grew back his shaved hair, the broken hair regenerated cleanly, and saved the trouble of washing his hair once.

Li Zhixian's face beamed with joy, and just as he was about to say something, Liang De waved his hand before she could say anything:

"Don't dream, the hair cursed by the four friends of Thunder, you can't grow it back if you change your head.

Please check for me, what was the average monthly salary in Xiangbei City last year? "

Li Zhixian took out his phone and searched.

"In the early 8000s...the average number is pulled up so high by the rich, I think two-thirds of the people in Xiangbei are lagging behind."

"Then everyone will charge 3000."

"It's only 3000? You're charging too little, right?"

Li Zhixian looked at the newly searched information on his phone, and said: "FUE hair transplantation costs 10 to 12 yuan per follicular unit, usually more than 2 per person, and the effect is definitely not as good as yours."

"I'm not short of money, and I don't need it. Didn't you hear what the old man said just now? Other people's money doesn't come from strong winds. Just enough money is enough."

"Is there anyone who is not short of money? Old Liang, you have to eat."

"I can drink the wind."

Can also eat dirt, Liang De added in his heart.

In cities with an air quality index (AQI) higher than 100, you don’t need to go out of your way to eat as long as you occasionally use the Sky Eater.

The air in Xiangbei City is average, with a lot of inhalable particulate matter. It tastes like an AQI of around 130, which is mildly polluted. The entrance of the haze is soft, not as mellow as the haze outside the customs.

Alas, the moon is the brightness of my hometown, and the haze is the alcohol of my hometown. I am homesick again.

"Rang Rang, you're blocking my suction."

Liang De took a deep breath of the northwest wind and belched contentedly.

Li Zhixian was dumbfounded.

"You...you are sleeping, you must have a place to stay."

"I can sleep while walking, and occasionally I can sleep for a millisecond every two milliseconds. Since I saw you, I have slept for almost an hour, which is enough for me to move around for two days."

Liang De took out a cup of coffee and took a sip. During this period of time, his magic skills of cultivating immortals have improved again. In a few months, he can try to sleep 1 milliseconds every 0.5 millisecond. Keep improving.

"Don't you still smoke? You have to spend money to smoke, right?"

"Excuse me, my super power is to produce my own cigarettes."

Liang Degu realized dozens of packs of blue packs of menthol cigarettes, opened and closed the cigarettes between his hands like a fancy shuffle, and then took them all back to the vending machine on Jieyuan.

"What about the clothes you wear, you can't..."

Before Li Zhixian finished speaking, he saw Liang De rubbing out a solid-color T-shirt out of thin air with his hands shining blue light. He touched the chest of the T-shirt with five fingers, leaving a black checkmark pattern.

"Do you have any other questions?"

The corners of Li Zhixian's eyes twitched and he gave him a thumbs up.

The two parchment books in my aunt's belongings boasted this kind of high-level evil god's family called "Jieyuan Walker" into a mirage. She thought it was just the nonsense of a township-level superstitious gang... Now it seems that it is not enough. .

Extraordinary power without any fluctuations.

A body that can hardly eat, drink, sleep, or rest.

Weird and unpredictable biological manipulation and creation ability.

Although I don't know how good his frontal combat power is... these abilities combined can already become a generation of godfathers in the ignorant ancient times.

The best way is to immediately notify the Administration of Evil God and Magical Disaster Countermeasures, but this matter is completely the result of my insinuation, and it also involves the blood of the family...

The devout blood that has served the evil god Kukai for generations?

I have a setting with such a high fashion value, no matter how I think about it, I should fight to the finale!

Why would you lose your job early?

Liang De and Li Zhixian sat down at a bus stop, Liang De took out a new cup of coffee and handed it to her.

"Do you want coffee? It's 55 degrees, not hot."

Li Zhixian took the coffee and took a big sip, with a strange expression on his face:

"Why is there no taste at all? Are you fake coffee?"

Mortal cultivating immortals, double espresso Americano coffee, extremely bitter, living people with fighting spirit can designate the next time to fall asleep after drinking it... Those who have no fighting spirit, drinking this is useless and tasteless.

"...It's fake coffee, drink it like water."

Liang De drank his own bitter coffee, thinking that there are such real salted fishes in the world, it is true that a mountain is higher than a mountain, I, Liang De, still underestimate the useless wood in the world.

People's inner and outer are often contradictory. Some people pretend to be strong in order to break down, while others pretend to be broken in order to be strong.

I didn't expect there to be such an open-minded and beautiful salted fish girl like you in the world. Breaking down is breaking down, so sincere and unpretentious.

Well, without fighting spirit, there is no ambition, and without ambition, there is no threat.

With such a partner to handle internal affairs and logistics, there is absolutely no need to worry about being stabbed in the back by her.

Speaking of "zero fighting spirit", it should be considered a rare attribute...

Just treat yourself as an SR partner.

"Brother Xian, why don't you sleep for a while, I'll make you an airplane pillow."

Liang De's hands flashed blue light, but Li Zhixian stopped him.

"No need, although I'm not as good as you, it's okay if I don't sleep for two or three days.

Wait for a call from the bald foursome. "

Li Zhixian took out the power bank from his sweater pocket and connected it to his phone, leaning back against the billboard at the bus stop.

The design of the bus station seats is anti-human. It is not easy to sit or lie down. This is done to prevent some homeless people from occupying the bus station.

Liang De and Li Zhixian didn't care, both of them were a bit far from normal human standards, not to mention that Liang De manipulated the air with a soft and flexible snake body and made an invisible sofa, and Li Zhixian fell asleep in the air sofa not long after. caught.

Liang De rubbed his chin and began to think about his next plan.

The boundary-crossing gate, which was originally placed first, has to be moved back a step.

Mr. Liang is now worth less than 200 crystal clusters, and Li Zhixian performed penniless again on the spot when he was playing skewers.

So the top priority is to make money to buy some mortal sacrifices to decorate the altar of the inside evil god in the note of fantasy.

Li Zhixian is not a Boundary Walker, and her soul cannot pass through the Boundary Gate. She must use the Altar of the Cthulhu to get in touch with the Thunder Cliff Finance Headquarters to ensure that the daily expenses can be reimbursed normally. A reserve fund down.

Although she can communicate directly with Du Gongtai, she can't use Kukai Cthulhu as a telephone receptionist.

Thinking about her partner's unscrupulous temperament, if she didn't have the inside evil god altar, she might really do this after drinking too much...

"Old Du, transfer me to the financial headquarters. Hurry up. There are two travel expenses that are urgently reimbursed. Lao Liang has been urging me for a few days. Hurry up."

Do you still want your hair?

It's not that Liang De didn't think about doing all the work in one hand, but he didn't have the relevant authority for his position, so he couldn't apply even if he wanted to apply for it himself.

The Fist of Imagination is outside, and the Note of Imagination is inside. Li Zhixian can't control what tasks he wants to do, and he can't control funds and logistics. The system is like this, and Liang De can't do anything about it.

"Everything is difficult at the beginning... In the end, there is still a lack of money."

After the special-purpose mobile phone has opened the cross-border communication authority, large financial institutions such as Paradise Bank and Anping Insurance have sent him countless advertising text messages.

Ask him if he wants to apply for a credit card, if he wants to borrow a consumer loan, and says that we have a product that is very suitable for you... The less money you have, the less you can touch these things, unless you really can't turn around.

Poverty is like the wind, always with me.

Liang De couldn't help sighing as he looked at the sesame seed-sized crystal clusters on the Self-nature Realm.

……

At 7:30 in the morning, Liang De could smell the freshly made pancakes in the air.

"How can there be bacon in this pancake fruit? It's too careless!"

Liang De was heartbroken, and was about to follow the smell to criticize the stall owner and diners and inhale the food particles nearby.

At this moment, Li Zhixian's cell phone vibrated, and the screen displayed an unfamiliar number from Xiangbei.

"coming!"

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