human suffering

Chapter 1866 Never spend money

Cai Gen remembered that Tong Ai's family was the first grandpa.

Yushen, Ezhenbeile, Guan Shanle.

Who is Lang Mintao's family?

Yes, it is Jushebel, the God of Hunting.

Who are the ancestor gods of shamanism?

Last time, Tong Aijia introduced it to herself in detail, but she didn't take it seriously and forgot about it when she turned around.

If you say that the big flat face is just for fun, then reaching the level of the ancestor gods is the capital for the shamanism to survive.

In this world where the aura is thin, being able to summon the ancestors to control the whales at will is simply a fairy who came out of Neptune.

"Uncle Guan, the whale pulls the boat, is it a waste whale?

Can a tourist route be opened?

No, I'm just kidding.

Thanks to you this time, otherwise we wouldn't be able to go to Iceland.

It is said that the visa and passport are very troublesome. "

Guan Shanle took out the wine bag from his waist. It was made of unknown animal leather.

He opened the stopper, took a sip into his mouth, and the smell of wine spread out after a scratch.

"What's the trouble, Lang Mintao said you're going to Iceland on business, so you asked me.

That's my territory, can you watch it?
It's just that I was too hasty when I came, and I wasn't prepared.

So now I found a sunken ship, which was a little rough, ha ha, ha ha. "

Shipwreck?
It really is a shipwreck.

Who is sick to drive such an old antique ship on the sea.

People can drive away whales and pull boats, so salvage a sunken boat with your hands?
Cai Gen thought about it the other way around, if he had this skill and just salvaged some sunken ships in the sea, the richest man in the world would have to be replaced, right?
Definitely a good way to start a business and get rich.

It seems that shamanism is really more pragmatic.

Lang Mintao is a gold mine, and Guan Shanle is a dry fisherman. They are both serious and profitable businesses.

There is also Tong Aijia, the professional Neptune, and the scumbag, who is also a great big shot.

"Ergen Baylor, take a whole bite?"

After Guan Shanle finished speaking, he threw the wine sac to Erzhen Baylor on the whale.

Erzhen Baylor didn't even look back, he caught the wine bag, took a sip boldly, and threw it back casually.

From a distance of several tens of meters, watching the wine bags of more than ten kilograms flying around, the precision is abnormal.

Cai Gen's attention was all on the flying wine bag, and he slipped away suddenly.

Iceland is the territory of Guanshanle.

Guan Shanle is the master of shamanism.

As soon as I released the international version of Sharing Children, I have customers in Iceland.

Well, this matter has nothing to do with Guan Shanle, even if Cai Gen is killed.

"Mr. Guan, when did you guys from the Guarja family arrive in Iceland?

Have you been there for many years?

Which ancestral witch is guarding? "

Guan Shanle was taken aback by the question, and laughed aloud.

"Cai Gen, you've really stumped me, I don't know how many years.

Before that land was called Iceland, we multiplied and lived there.

As for which ancestor witch is guarding?
Do I still need to ask? "

Why not ask?
Cai Gen felt that Guan Shanle was flattering himself a bit.

I really don't know.

With a laugh, he lit a cigarette for Guan Shanle.

I also took a sip, and my mind cleared up a lot.

Since you don't say it, let's move on to the next question.

"Uncle Guan, what world are you guarding in Iceland?
It's not that I'm guessing, it's actually a bit old.

Doesn't every shamanistic group guard an ancestor witch?

Isn't every ancestral witch guarding the chaos of a world?
In Syracuse, it was Jinzu Gaiqiu who guarded the world of Laxi.

In Taiqinggou, it is Shuizu Gonggong, and it is their Gonggong clan who guard them.

What kind of mess are you in Iceland?

Anyway, I'm already on board, so tell me directly.

Save me to catch the blind. "

Guan Shanle's originally smiling face suddenly became serious.

"Cai Gen, since you're straight to the point, I won't hide it either.

Our situation in Iceland is a bit different than in Syracuse.

You'll know it when you get there, it's useless to talk too much. "

What the hell are you.
Cai Gen really wanted to scold people.

He clearly said that he would not hide it, but Mao didn't say anything, and he insisted on exploring it by himself.

"Uncle Guan, why do you think you should?
If you have something to say, just say it directly, why bother to make so many detours?
It's buying shared children's services for the elderly, and it's beating and killing.

Hiring so many actors cost a lot of money, right?

Waste or not? "

Guan Shanle didn't expect Cai Gen to be so talkative, so he was a little impatient.

"Cai Gen, I didn't spend any money."

Why is this old man so stubborn?

Cai Gen is also a little serious.

I would have illuminated the moon with my heart, but the old man didn't go on the road.

"Uncle Guan, do you dare to say that you didn't pay for the service fees shared by the old men and women in Iceland?"

Guan Shanle really didn't understand why Cai Gen was entangled in these details.

Since you, Cai Gen, are serious, let’s be serious together.

Maybe this is Cai Gen's way of communicating?

"I didn't pay for it, I didn't spend a penny.

I swear to Ezen Baylor, it's definitely not me spending money. "

Whoops?
Cai Gen immediately became confused.

Did I blame him wrongly?

Isn't he following the route of Lang Mintao?

First attract yourself with the business of sharing children, then wait for yourself to come to help them solve the problems left over from history, and finally everyone is happy to use the big fool for nothing.

Staring at Guan Shanle suspiciously, he kept guessing the credibility of his words.

"Cai Gen, I swear by the ancestor god, you still don't believe me?

If this goes on, we won't be friends anymore.

If you don't believe me, then I'll leave right away, taking Erzhen Baylor with me. "

Cai Gen immediately grabbed Guan Shanle, smiling all over his face.

"Uncle Guan, why are you so impatient?

So many coincidences, and there have always been too many coincidences.

So, the mess in Iceland has nothing to do with you? "

Guan Shanle followed Cai Gen's smile and shook his head.

"Of course it has something to do with me, otherwise, why would I go to Syracuse for such a long distance?

Do you think I'm idle? "

Cai Gen was almost choked to death by the old man in front of him. If it wasn't for the ancestral patterns on his head and body, he was afraid that he would not be able to beat him, and he really wanted to kick him into the sea.

"Uncle Guan, you just swore that you didn't spend any money.

Now why do you say that it has something to do with you? "

Guan Shanle felt that it was a bit difficult to communicate with Cai Gen.

Why are you always obsessed with those unnecessary little details?

"Cai Gen, let me say it again, I really didn't spend any money.

I didn't even spend money on any shared child services for you.

Do you understand now? "

what?
Is it really not him?

Is it natural traffic to get customers?

Cai Gen immediately burst into joy.

It seems that the international version of Sharing Children is very popular.

"By the way, I didn't spend money, how can I have money.

You share children and don't accept seal skins.

The service fee was paid by Lang Mintao, the money she spent.

He also said that I borrowed it without interest.

Grandma, I, Guan Shanle, have never borrowed money from anyone since I was so old.

To be more clear, I have grown up so much that I never spend money. "

Damn, Cai Gen, with his big heart, can't stand such a sharp turn.

He snatched Guan Shanle's wine bag, and took a sip like they did.

Then, Cai Gen felt that the wine was hot like magma.

The smell of alcohol went down into his stomach, and directly bounced back to the top of his head.

The seven blood fountains reappeared, spraying so high that it was quite spectacular.

(End of this chapter)