Supernatural: a Poor Monk Becomes Stronger when He Crosses a Ghost

"Water friends, hello everyone, because something happened just now, it's okay now, we have come to the large dance scene in the 736 mortuary.

And... the poor monk ordered a 499999 set meal!Open your eyes now, brothers! "

After finishing speaking, Hong Yi didn't care what the barrage was in the live broadcast room, anyway, it was a 30-second close-up close-up on the food on the table.

Until it was all shown to the live studio.

Then he smiled and said, "Fellow friends, isn't the poor monk very interesting?"

【…】

[Ouch... The old man is about to vomit out his bile! 】

[Nima Yo, bibimbap with corpse oil... How do you want me to eat tomorrow? 】

[Bat root wine, how big is this bat root?Is this bubbling? 】

[No way, I have to take a break, tonight is too exciting, my heart can't stand it! 】

【Why do I look okay!what about the taste?Did the master taste it? 】

【Are you human upstairs?Shit is better than this! 】

【Have you eaten shit?How do you know it's delicious? 】

【…】

When Han Xiaomei finally stopped vomiting, she sat up with a pale face.

It really vomited clean, and this will no longer want to vomit!

"We have to find a way to call the boss out?" Ye Gucheng whispered to everyone at this time:

"Look at the small shrimps and millets around you. I think the thief will be captured first, and the boss will be tricked out and captured in one fell swoop. At that time, these horses will definitely not dare to act rashly."

Hongyi nodded in agreement!

That's a good idea!

Although he is not afraid of these little devils, Han Xiaomei is an ordinary person after all. When the chaos arises, unexpected situations will inevitably occur.

If you can take down the big boss in one fell swoop, this is much easier to handle.

"Amitabha, what should I do specifically?" Hong Yi turned to look at Ye Gucheng. There should be a way for this kid to come up with it.

Sure enough, Ye Gucheng raised his mouth and said confidently: "It's not easy to find something. If the manager can't handle it, the boss will definitely come forward. I'm good at this matter.

Hong Yi nodded when he saw that he was really determined.

"Snapped!"

I saw Ye Gucheng slammed the table and instantly smashed a bottle of bat root wine to the ground.

At this time, all the ghosts next to him looked at him in surprise.

"Waiter, come here... Look at what this is?" Ye Gucheng roared angrily.

The bunny girl in the distance heard the sound and hurried over.

Ye Gucheng pointed to a dish that read "Charcoal Grilled Hungry Ghost Spare Ribs" and said, "Look at how it's grilled, and it's bloodshot, is it edible?"

After he finished speaking, he looked at the bunny girl proudly.

When I was about to talk about the problem with the next dish, the bunny girl suddenly moved.

She reached out and picked up the ribs!

He dragged his long tongue hanging from the outside.

"Zi Liu..."

The blood is gone!

Chapter 51 Cry for the poor monk (four more votes!)

Chapter [-] Cry to the poor monk!

After cleaning up neatly, the bunny girl smiled politely: "Sir, there is no bloodshot anymore, is there anything else you are not satisfied with?"

Ye Gucheng shook his head blankly.

Watching the bunny girl leave with swaying steps.

The sound of "Ziliu... Ziliu" filled his head.

What kind of devil operation is this?

He turned his head to Hong Yi and shook his head.

This is not my fault, who would have known that this waiter was so condescending and did not play cards according to the routine.

"There's no other way, what should I do? Shall we just go straight?" Ye Gucheng gritted his teeth and said solemnly.

"Amitabha, come here as a poor monk!" Hong Yi got up and patted a fat man in the booth next to him.

At this time, this fat man was bragging about killing the Quartet, and he couldn't feel anyone shooting him:

"Look at how handsome brother is, what's so good about being a human being? The monthly mortgage loan and car loan can't hold up at all. Look at brother now, cash out all the credit cards and Huabei in advance, borrow money from friends, and buy one Pile of coins, burn them all for my father. I have a bottle of dichlorvos for myself.