The Handmaiden of Rebirth in the Last Days Does Not Lose Price

Chapter 102
The thin old man looked at the lobby, which was not very good at first, and had a little price drop, but now it has become a market, like a vegetable market after the market closes, everywhere is messy.

The point is that the big man who acts as a facade in the lobby, everyone has colorful faces, and a big living person has been born to become a pig-headed monster, and his hands and feet are lying on the ground limply, with swollen lips. There were bursts of groans that made people blush.

Although the skinny old man who had escaped a catastrophe, seeing this, his small eyes were instantly filled with bloodshot eyes, and his face without flesh was twitching constantly: Oh, shit, I didn’t make much money in a month, but now Better yet, another hemorrhage.

Rolling up his sleeves and wiping his sweaty forehead, the skinny old man staggered out from behind the messy tables and chairs. With that mournful face that made people want to punch him, the two His eyes were even more tearful, and he looked towards Fang Tianao, the culprit.

"Wuuu, little brother, what do you mean by this? Make the old man's good lobby like this, you, no matter what, you have to give the old man an explanation." The thin old man really couldn't hold back the heartache in his heart, and choked up for a moment He got up, and questioned Fang Tianao, who was still angry, in a crying voice.

Then again, although the Assassin Corps union is not a powerful union, it has a reputation anyway. It is the first time that someone rushed to the door and smashed it like it is today. The point is My home is still the headquarters of the Assassins Corps trade union!It's really embarrassing to lose face. Will I be able to straighten my back when I go out in the future?

Fang Tianao, who finally let out a mouthful of sulking in his heart, looked at the thin old man, with a mournful face, and walked towards himself to ask for justice. It's not that the style of the guy here is too low, the character is too cheap, and he won't lose his demeanor in front of Sister Wan'er.

After thinking for a while, Fang Tianao couldn't help but poke his big hand back. Just as Fang Tianao was about to grab Wan'er's slender hand, ignoring the painful look on the skinny old man's face and walking away, suddenly a wave of extreme strength Breath, appeared above this dilapidated building, heart sank, and shouted "Run!"

"Bold"

Following the sound of Fang Tianao and a very old voice, the few people who were still standing still, except of course those who were lying on the ground waiting to die, all moved instantly.

Wan'er, the little meatball, was hugged by Fang Tianao, and ran towards the door. The wind that rolled up almost scraped the little bald head on the ground. On the ground, fortunately, this guy has a pair of powerful little front hooves, tightly grabbing Wan'er's collar, otherwise this would definitely be a dead suckling pig worthy of the name.

"Wan'er" screamed anxiously and panicked, as Wan'er was forced to fall from Fang Tianao's strong embrace into a black hole that suddenly appeared, she screamed .

Wan'er, who was forcibly knocked out of Fang Tianao's arms, had a pale face at this time, "Oh, damn it, I forgot to read the almanac when I went out today, no wonder I'm going to kill my life!" As soon as the words fell, the little person was instantly swallowed up by the black hole and disappeared without a trace.

And Fang Tianao, who was rescued from the assassin by his own guardian, stared at the little figure swallowed by the black hole with distraught eyes, and yelled "Wan'er" in despair.

"Wow, you bastard, you actually turned the old man's good trade union into ruins, and the old man will never end with you"

(End of this chapter)