C17 Paper-man Chang

Although the Mad Dog Army had defeated the gangsters under the Brother Loong, their losses were not small. With this kind of fighting style, killing an enemy would only result in a thousand deaths, and losing a thousand and two hundred. Everyone was wounded, and the Howling Celestial Dog had four or five wounds on their bodies. This body wasn't his, and he didn't know the pain in his heart.

"Brothers, one day, I will take you all to Golden Beautiful Beautiful Beings to destroy your Flying Dragon Association. We will establish our own society and unify the underworld —"

A few hooligans also brandished their fruit knives and shouted, "Unify the underworld, unify the underworld."

The Howling Celestial Dog was covered in blood, and carried the delinquents away from the clearing like gods of death. Only a few injured Black Man were left whimpering.

It seemed like it wouldn't be easy to subdue Howling Celestial Dog now. Thinking about this, I suddenly became alarmed. Not good, if the Howling Celestial Dog sees Mu Ge'er, then Mu Ge'er is dead for sure. The Downhill Leopard really wanted to destroy that fat Sharpei's body.

I anxiously ran back to the market, looking for booths one after another. Suddenly, someone patted my shoulder from behind. I turned around and my eyes lit up. The heck, why is there such a huge disparity between them? Look at him. He looks like a flower. Very handsome.

Looking at me again, damn, I'm not that bad. Why would I be a lot worse when standing with someone else? He used to think that the boy who delivered the takeaway was rather handsome, but compared to the other party, the boy who sent the takeaway was also crippled.

I involuntarily took a step back. "Is this your dog?" The one who was being hugged by the handsome youngster was Mu Ge'er, "I was shopping at the market just now, and I saw this dog that you were carrying —" Although the youngster wore very simple clothes, his tone was gentle and refined, and it was obvious that he was a very cultured person.

I saw Mu Ge'er looking at that guy with infatuation in her eyes, and I knew it wasn't good.

F * ck, this is a loss of a man and a loss of a soldier. Compared to this little fellow, I don't have anything to show. Mu Ge'er, I wish you happiness.

I nodded, "Yes yes, this is my dog —" With that, I took Mu Ge'er from his embrace, and almost forcefully pulled him over. It reminded me of the bullies on TV who tried to rob girls, and that's what I did.

Mu Ge'er looked at me furiously. If it wasn't for the fact that there was an outsider, I think she would have jumped up.

"Your little dog is quite strange. It followed me all the way to my house, so I had no choice but to send it back." The handsome guy said.

"That's the problem with this dog. If you see her, just follow her. If you go back with her, take a piss at her house. When you see her in the future, don't ever let her in the door —"

"But I feel like it's rather obedient and understanding of human nature?" The handsome guy was puzzled.

I also couldn't be bothered to talk to him anymore, "Thank you, thank you, goodbye! Goodbye! " I carried Mu Ge'er and turned to leave. The handsome young man looked at me as if I were strange.

Everyone, don't blame me for being impolite. A love rival, a love rival. I'm so stupid, can't I just leave?

After circling around the market for a long time, I finally stopped at a quiet place with Mu Ge'er in my arms. Just as I was about to be baptized by Mu Ge'er's violent winds and rain, who would have thought, not only did Mu Ge'er not roar at me, she looked at me pitifully, "Little brat (otaku) man (brother) — — I like you so much!"

"Can you take me to that handsome guy?" Mu Ge'er said.

"No, why should I look for him?" I asked.

Mu Ge'er said, "Find him and make him your friend."

I said gloomily, "I'm not gay, I'm not gay —"

Mu Ge'er nodded her head obediently as she stared at Sharpei with her watery eyes, "I know, I know. "If you make friends with him, I can take this opportunity to get close to him …"

ME: "... "This won't do …"

Mu Ge'er acted like a young miss and shouted, "Otaku, you are a bad guy, you are a bad guy — —"

I am so scared that my fart is cold. Although this place is secluded, it is not without people. If anyone sees a dog speaking, Mu Ge'er and I will be locked up in this research institute. " My young miss, if you have something to say, can you please lower your voice? "

"No, no," Mu Ge'er flew into a rage, "I want to shout, I want to shout —" Her voice still grew louder.

F * ck, if you ask me again, I'll kill you. This was what I was thinking in my heart, but I kept begging, "My aunt, can't I promise you? "Don't be so loud!"

"Really?" Mu Ge'er stopped crying and stopped messing around. Her expression was normal and I thought I was hallucinating, "Are you going to bring me to find the handsome guy?"

I nodded my head in dissatisfaction. "Un, I will bring you to look for —" Forget it, this young lady is young, has a big temper, and also has the same kind of infatuation as me. No, it doesn't suit my taste. I'll let that handsome guy have a headache. I didn't believe it when people used to say that if they were repressed for too long, when they were released, it would be the opposite of personality. Now that I have seen Mu Ge'er, I truly do believe him. She had been a well-behaved girl since she was young. Now that she had changed her environment, the word "evil" could only be used to describe him.

Only then did Mu Ge'er become satisfied, "That's more like it, next time you have to be obedient, don't make me angry again — —"

I obediently nodded my head. "Hmm …" Only then did I realize which one of us was the pet.

Mu Ge'er led the way ahead while I followed behind her. The little girl just saw the handsome guy at the market and silently followed him to the entrance of the house.

After leaving the market, they entered the true Village Chen. A main road, and on both sides were small three-four story buildings built by the villagers themselves. Beneath the buildings were the facade of the gates, and above the buildings were the residences. There weren't many people in the village, so they were probably doing business in the village.

He walked along the road. On both sides, he saw grocery stores, bakery, bakery, shoeshine … I just didn't see a paper man selling Yuanbao candles. Was it really gone?

Mu Ge'er was happily running with his four sausages dangling in front of him. It was only until they reached the innermost part of the village that they stopped. Seeing that there was no one around, Mu Ge'er then said, "We're here, this is the handsome brother's house …"

I looked up, fainted, two boys and girls, two horses, all paper...

I walked into the shop. Man, it was really full of people and everything. Big to the house car, small to the needle. There were at least twenty different kinds of maids. There were all kinds of blonde, Japanese, African, and local girls. Some were over 1.8 meters tall, some were big and some were petite. At the very least, it was close to an inflatable doll.

There weren't many types of male servants, but they were all in black suits with black sunglasses. The paper men were most likely seen by the whole of the Hacker Empire.

I looked at Mu Ge'er with a warning look. I better not say something like "Handsome, Handsome, I love you" when he gets excited, or else I would probably see the Black and White Impermanence come to retrieve his soul.

"Boss, seeing your glowing face and full of energy, you must be a noble," a bald, fat old man came from inside the shop to welcome you, "I was wondering why Magpie was chirping so early in the morning, so he's here to meet your esteemed self, I'm really sorry for the disrespect …"

The old man had a bad nose, a big forehead, and the hair on the top of his head had all been cut off. Two strands of hair had been combed over from the side, covering the top of his head. Her eyes roamed over me.

I asked. "What do you have in this shop?"

"That's a lot," the old man said, counting his fingers, "Paper houses, BMW Rolls-Royce, aircraft gunner, villa with British housekeeper Filipino servants, a warm bed with a little loli, a gatekeeper, and even a golden thugs. As long as there's one, I have …" He was still not done speaking when he sneakily walked over once again. "Rola Takizawa, there's even a real person ratio in Cang Jing Kong —"

Hearing this, I became interested, so I went over and asked, "Why is there no rattan orchid?"

A light flashed in the old man's eyes. "You also know of the Wutu Orchid?"

I smirked coldly and puffed out my chest. "Even if you don't know Wu Teng Lan in your life, calling me a pervert is useless."

The old man nodded with a solemn expression, revealing a look of "I'm very pleased". "I thought you juniors had long forgotten about Lan Lan!"

Just as he was about to further communicate with this old man, an unexpected guest barged in. An old lady walked into the shop, "Paper-man Zhang, my old man had given me a dream, he said that the Feiyi servant who cooked for him last time was curry, and told me to cook another Japanese servant for him!"

"Your name is Paper-man Zhang?" I was shocked.

"What is it? Is there a problem? " the old man asked.

"No, no," I said, embarrassed. In China, seven out of every ten ghost stories, there would be one paper man, and the majority of these paper men were surnamed Zhang, while the majority of them were called Paper-man Zhang.

"Paper-man Zhang, do you think my family's old man is weird? Last time, he said that the girl with big braids that he cooked for her only knew how to cook Northeast food, and this time, he also said that the Filipino servants cooking was all curry!" The old lady said.

Paper-man Zhang and I looked at each other and smiled, revealing a hint of familiarity. Those paper men that the old lady had cooked, those damned old fogeys weren't for cooking. However, Paper-man Zhang's expression surprised me. Does this fellow really believe that old fogey gave the old lady a dream?

I don't want to say it, but seeing how excited Paper-man Zhang is, I definitely won't say it. If I say it out loud, the old lady will not buy more paper people in a fit of anger.

Paper-man Zhang and the old lady talked for a while longer before he gave the old lady a Rola Takizawa. The old lady held onto the paper man for a long time before he said, "Paper-man Zhang, you're wrong. My old man said that he wants a Japanese servant. You are a foreigner …

The Paper-man Zhang smiled, "You can't be wrong, this is a hybrid of Japanese and French, it is the most popular now. "That hand is very 'coincidental'. I've personally seen it …"

The old lady was a little hesitant. "Can my old man be willing?"

Paper-man Zhang agreed and said seriously: "No problem, no problem, I promise that after using all of my dreams, I will praise you!"

Hearing Paper-man Zhang's words, the Old Granny gave up, "How much is it?"

Paper-man Zhang rubbed his hands together, "Old customer, I'll give you a 20% discount, I'll charge you 80 yuan — —"

The old lady paid him and carried the Rola Takizawa out.