The Legend of Mortal Killing Immortals

Chapter 4 How many times have you not eaten?
"Damn! That's meaningless, remember, you have to send it over in person!" The old guy said very seriously.

"Uh... well, wait until I have time!" Zhao Wuji laughed, not intending to continue discussing with this old guy on such stupid issues.

"Remember, it must be delivered as soon as possible, before August [-]th!" the old guy continued to urge.

August [-]th?Isn't it half a month away?

Zhao Wou-ki didn't take it to heart at all, he hummed and agreed, but he was still thinking about where this old guy suddenly got so much money.

Not long after, the boss, who was dizzy from his work, brought up plates of dishes, and the two began to eat and drink.

The two of them have nothing in common. The old guy is really not built. He is worthy of being a beggar. It seems that he has never seen food in 800 years. All hands were used, and the suit worth tens of thousands of yuan was covered with oil.

Zhao Wou-ki was also unambiguous, he was malnourished for a long time, and he seldom had such a rich meal. He ate against the old guy, but he was full, but saw that the old guy was still fighting, basically As soon as a dish is served, the whole dish is wiped out, and even the bottom of the dish is licked clean.

"Fuck, this old beggar was born by a starving ghost in his previous life, right? How long has it been since he had a full meal? This guy can kill ten people by himself!" Zhao Wou-ki's eyes straightened, what a big stomach Compared with this old guy, the champion of the king's competition is simply from the grandson's generation!
After eating almost, the old guy started to drink, a bottle of 72-degree Hengshui Laobaigan, he poured it into his mouth like drinking cold water, and muttered in his mouth while eating and drinking: Well, it’s not bad, the food in the world is delicious Ah, it's just that the wine is a bit poor, not as fragrant as Lao Guotou's brew!

According to the terms of the psychiatric hospital, Zao Wou-ki rated this old guy as delusional, but for an old man who can eat dozens of dishes and drink more than a dozen bottles of strong liquor and still maintain his combat effectiveness, he is very impressed by the size of the world.

When the owner of the restaurant was exhausted and exhausted, he finally served all the meals, and the old guy had almost finished his meal. He burped, patted his belly that blew up like a balloon, and pushed the banknote in front of the boss: " Not bad, I’ll come to eat next time, and I’ll store the leftover money here! Don’t count too much for me!”

(End of this chapter)