Fengjue Tianxia: Poison Doctor Seventh Miss

"For the record money, ask Lei Ming!" After walking away, Feng Qingyue suddenly turned around and pointed to Lei Ming.

"Ten yuan each." "High-level spirit stones!" The twins looked at Lei Ming in unison, and after speaking, they suddenly realized that they were able to speak, and they were also taken aback.

With a dark face, Lei Ming handed over 50 yuan of high-level spirit stones, which he didn't care about.What is this wind, it seems that there is such a thing, is this a demonstration with them?

"Boss, it's not right!" Lang Shaobai who walked away touched his head, and suddenly said to Feng Qingyue.

"What's wrong?" Feng Qingyue hugged the cat and walked slowly, the air in this city was extraordinarily fresh. [

"The old man said, 250 people, in groups of five, divided into 25 groups, take the first fifteen groups. Five people, 25 groups, this is less than half of the people!" Lang Shaobai snapped his fat fingers, Said to Feng Qingyue.

"Uh, yes. Isn't this supposed to be fifty groups?" Feng Qingyue didn't pay attention at first, but now she heard what Lang Shaobai said, and found something was wrong. Could it be that the old man made a mistake?

"The fiftieth group is divided into two teams. You will only meet with the 24th team. My old man said nothing, stupid!" The old man at the registration office suddenly appeared and explained to Lang Shaobai and Feng Qingyue , But when he was talking, he couldn't help but blush, he really forgot this sentence.Just when I was about to go back and add, I heard these two boys chatting. It's so embarrassing!

"Oh!" Feng Qingyue snorted, but the pronunciation of the word "oh" dragged on for a long, long time.

"We understand, we understand!" Lang Shaobai nodded with a smile, and then looked at the old man who signed up with a pleasant smile.

"Two brats, what are you laughing at?" Looking at these two people and showing such a smile to himself, the old man obviously felt that something was wrong.

"Is the third assessment related to your slip of the tongue?" Feng Qingyue walked a few steps closer to the old man.

"Stinky boy, go away, my old man won't tell you." The old man waved his hands like a worldly expert.

"What if people know that the vice president is drunk and drunk, what should I do?" Feng Qingyue said faintly to the old man's back, and hit the old man's life with a sentence.

"What? I still smell of alcohol?" Suddenly, the confused old man stood in front of Feng Qingyue, and he carefully smelled the smell on his body, but there was nothing there.

"Alcohol smell? Of course not at all." While speaking, Feng Qingyue suddenly raised her hand and grabbed the old man's beard, "Hurry up and say something useful to bribe me!"

"Let go, let me go! Otherwise, you will be eliminated directly." The old man's beard was grabbed, and he subconsciously jumped in pain, but the beard was caught even tighter.