It's a hell game, who can still be a human being?

“Note: The stew made with the offal of the sewer fish has absorbed all the impurities of the sewer fish. It is a rare dark dish.”

“Can I take the copy out: No”

Liu Zheng put down the staff meal speechlessly and looked at the drinks.

"Name: Sewer-style bean juice"

"Type: Props"

“Quality: Poor”

"Effect: A random poisoning state is acquired every half hour, which lasts for the entire instance."

"Note: The fermented bean juice made from the bile of sewer fish and Yama beans is the best proof of one's courage to challenge oneself."

“Can I take the copy out: No”

Okay, okay, it’s not even a drink anymore, right?

Since both of these ingredients are fish from the sewer, he is shooting himself in the foot.

"Boss, please have your meal."

Liu Zheng respectfully served the employee meal.

"You think I'm stupid?"

The cattle and horses rolled their eyes at him.

"Finish your meal for me. If there's even a bit of soup left, I'll beat you up."

Chapter 108 The Value of Lucky 0

Liu Zheng finished a large portion of sewer stew with tears in his eyes.

Then, a large tumor grew on one of the legs, which was red and swollen.

This is a small matter, it can be solved with one cut.

The key is that it tastes really bad.

He couldn't tell the difference between eating this and eating shit.

No, eating shit tastes better than this. At least shit doesn’t have the smell of industrial pollutant deposits.

"I wonder if you gave me a fake Joker card."

Liu Zheng said after gargling vigorously.

"Bullshit, when have I ever sold fake goods?"

"Dalego said you sold it fake wine."

"The past is the past, and the present is the present. Just be content. If it weren't for the Joker helping you, you would be dead now."

Niuma rolled his eyes at him.

"That order just now was difficult to deliver?"

Liu Zheng understood the elegant meaning of the music by hearing it.

"Haha, what do you think about the list for the old town?"

"Will we meet the Harmonists again?"

"No, I just ran into a group of cyborgs driving an Impart. I almost got 20 holes in it, and then I had to install more than a dozen whips."

The cattle and horses looked up at the sky.

"vomit!"

When he thought of that scene, he couldn't help feeling nauseous.

"Just hearing about it makes you sick, but I saw it with my own eyes. Damn, now I can't even stand up to black market prostitutes."

The cows and horses looked as if they had lost all hope in life.

"You've worked so hard. How about a massage to relax you?"

"You don't even have your hands anymore, how can you still give massages?"

The cattle and horses looked at him with sidelong eyes.

"You can't hold it, but you can push it. And there are many different massage techniques, so there must be one that suits your tentacles."

Liu Zheng said.

"Okay, let's try it."

The cows and horses lay on the haystack.

He stood beside the cows and horses, still recalling the massage techniques he had learned.

Generally speaking, there are four major types of massage: massaging parts of the body, rubbing the body, vibrating the limbs, and moving the joints.

It can be further divided into more than a hundred types, including pressing, pressing, tapping, holding, pushing, rubbing, patting, shaking, etc.

The master Liu Zheng worshipped was a real person and knew almost all the subdivision methods.

He didn't learn all of them just out of interest, but he mastered some of the four major categories.

Considering his current condition and the size of cattle and horses, Liu Zheng decided to focus on the use of two categories: vibrating limbs and moving joints.

He took a deep breath and raised his four tentacles high up like four spatulas.

The marbled fat of the cow and horse is today's ingredient.

"Clap clap clap clap!"

The clapping sounds came one after another at an extremely fast speed, almost forming a string.

The expressions of the cows and horses gradually changed from discomfort to comfort.

Feeling the violent storm of percussion music, Liu Zhengzhi was filled with pride.

With this skill, he will never have to worry about having food to eat in this strange world.

If the city hall had asked him to apply for a job in a massage parlor, he would probably have become the chief technician by now.

If he is given some more time to accumulate experience, it is possible that he may become a store manager.

Liu Zheng has already thought of a name for the store: "Liu's authentic massage and bone setting, covered by medical insurance."

As he fantasized, he lifted the front legs of the cow and horse.

Due to frequent running and delivering takeout, the leg muscles of the cows and horses are quite stiff. Liu Zheng plans to use a combination of shaking and patting to help them relax.

Then he was kicked against the wall.

"puff!"

Liu Zheng spat out a mouthful of blood and several of his ribs were broken.

"Boss, what are you doing?"

He said with difficulty.

"Huh? How did you get to the wall?"

The cow and horse opened their eyes, looking confused.

"You kicked me."

Liu Zheng was speechless.

"Psycho, why would I kick you for no reason?"

The cattle and horses were even more speechless than he.

"That's probably your conditioned reflex. You have to control it this time."

He recovered for a while and came back to the cows and horses.

Then, he was kicked away again.

"And you said you didn't mean it!"

Liu Zheng was furious.

"This is really not my fault. If I had done it on purpose, you would have exploded right away."

Niuma said innocently.

"Forget it, I'll try another method."

He sighed.

It turns out that other methods are not much safer.

After a massage, he was beaten by cows and horses more than a dozen times.

Fortunately, there was not much loss of blood and flesh, so there was no need to consume dried fish to replenish it.

"Cool!"

The cows and horses yelled in comfort and lay down in a big word.

"You are happy, but I am suffering."

Liu Zheng sat on the ground, looking hopeless.

Massaging and being used as a sandbag at the same time, what kind of suffering is this in the world?

"You're not going to die, so why are you complaining? Here, here, here. At worst, I can postpone my trip to Paradise Island for two days, okay?"

Niuma said impatiently.

"That's a good feeling."

He was happy now.

But why are Niu Ma suddenly so easy to talk to?

Liu Zhengcai didn't believe that it postponed its vacation out of guilt.

"You're not postponing it because you got ED from the cyborg, are you?"

He suddenly thought.

"Humph."

The cows and horses turned over and ignored him.

Obviously, Liu Zheng was right.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

He couldn't even imagine how terrifying the cyborg's impart was, which was why even an old silver stick like Niu Ma couldn't handle it.

Maybe these few times got rid of the bad luck, or maybe the lucky clown started to work, and nothing unexpected happened afterwards.

Three orders came in during the journey, and Niuma kept his promise and went to deliver the orders himself.

However, something happens to it every time.

The third time, it was directly involved in a gang fight, and the broken horn that had been restored with great difficulty was broken by a bullet again.

"What's your name, kid?"

The cow-horse stroked its broken horn and spoke grimly.

"Liu Zheng."

"Liu Zheng, fuck you!"

The cattle and horses cursed in grief and anger.

The old man Liu Zheng, whom he had never met, was fucked again.

Hey, why did he say again?

"You must have passed your bad luck to me, so compensate me, or you'll go by yourself next time."

The cattle and horses refused to give in.

"Go, go, go."