strokinit Chapter 414 Turning over A Face Is Faster Than Turning over A Book
Chapter 414 Turning over A Face Is Faster Than Turning over A Book
Fang Zheng was depressed.
What the hell is going on with these ghosts?
Did they all go to his stomach?
His stomach was fine, and he provoked everyone.
Fang Zheng, who was depressed, turned to look at Zhang Yuanhai, who was wolfing down the front desk, and looked at Zhang Yuanhai's mental state. He was silently comparing the different stages of the performance characteristics mentioned in the ninth file. He wondered what stage Zhang Yuanhai belonged to.
Began to become dependent.
And his personality changed a lot, and he had weird behaviors.
It should be about three to five days of body oil poisoning.
He did not show any tendency to attack people, so he could temporarily rule out the possibility of being poisoned for six or seven days.
After six or seven days of body oil poisoning, the body would become dehydrated and begin to attack people.
"Looks like there's still a way out," Fang Zheng thought in a flash. Everything happened in a flash.
At this moment, the proprietress saw that fang zheng had not moved and began to urge Fang Zheng enthusiastically.
"Brother, eat."
"Why don't you move your chopsticks?"
"Is the noodles made by my sister not good?"
The proprietress urged Fang Zheng to eat the noodles while it was hot.
Fang Zheng: ..."
He began to talk about him from left to right, deliberately changing the subject: "Madame, are you very hot?"
"I don't know what you're talking about, brother. Hurry up and eat the noodles while it's hot. This is a free gift from sister. No money." The proprietress continued to urge Fang Zheng to eat the noodles while they were hot.
Being urged by the boss's wife, Fang Zheng suddenly put on a serious face, with a serious expression: "Boss's wife, I am a principled person, but also a man who likes to live a decent life."
"Please don't insult my dignity as a man with food that you can sigh for."
Hat?!
What the hell?
The landlady had a confused look on her face.
Why does a bowl of noodles have to do with a man's dignity?
"Madame, let me tell you a little story."
In ancient times, A female general who had returned from a victorious battle at the front got off her horse and asked a bookseller: boss, Do you know where a scholar lives nearby? The scholar smiled and said, "He is just a poor scholar who only knows some sour scholars." Now that she's married to a virtuous girl, she's doing well. The female general sighed and took out a book of poems from her arms. If the boss sees this scholar next time, please help me return this to him. This is the poem that he gave to his old friend back then. Thank him for blocking the arrow back then. As the sun sets, the bookseller carefully puts away his collection of poems and says to the customers in the shop," today, my boss is happy. All the books in the shop will be reduced in price."
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The landlady was confused.
"Brother, you've been blabbering around so much, and you've been refusing to make a move. Are you not giving my sister face?" The landlady's expression turned cold and she was beginning to show her impatience.
Fang Zheng looked at the landlady with a cold face and shook her head. Sure enough, these ghosts don't understand people's amorous feelings.
It seems that love can't change these ghosts.
Fang Zheng said with a straight face, "Lady boss, do you think I can't afford a bowl of noodles with soy sauce?"
"This is a matter of a man's dignity. I have nothing to gain from it. Otherwise, I will look after the boss's wife and calculate her fortune for the next few years. I will consider it as a loss of face money."
Hearing this, the proprietress looked at Fang Zheng in surprise, "You can still read palms? Isn't it a little god?"
The proprietress expressed her skepticism.
A man of letters despises another, no matter which profession he is in.
Regardless of east and west, people are used to dividing their abilities by age.
Cough.
Fang Zheng coughed.
Why does that sound so awkward and awkward?
He knew a Old god stick.
And today he was called a little godstick...
"Little brother, are you worried that your sister might poison your face, so you won't eat it?"
I don't know what kind of psychological activities the proprietress did. She looked at the table, then looked at Fang Zheng, and then revealed a very meaningful smile: "Well, sister doesn't take advantage of you. Who told us that the two of us met today is fate. Sister gives you the following, you show sister the palm, you don't owe sister."
After that, the proprietress stretched out a soft catkin.
Fang Zheng did not hesitate to hold the lady's hand. He exclaimed in surprise, "Lady, your hand is so cold, but you look so hot. You're sweating all over."
After that, fang looked up and down at the proprietress strangely, "Proprietress, are you weak in body and kidney and weak in vitality?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Zheng said in surprise, "Madame, you have a lot of water on your hands. How does this sweat feel as smooth and sticky as a layer of oil and water?"
"Look out the door. There's an old monk with a naked body and only a pair of white underpants running through the door!"
Suddenly, Fang Zheng pointed to the door and shouted in surprise.
The proprietress turned around subconsciously.
The next second, bang!
The shop was ablaze with flames and an explosion blew the owner's plump body out of the fire.
Bang! People walked all the way to the table, chair, glass door, and finally knocked over the pots, pans, pans, pans, and gas stoves that were placed in front of the store. They were stuck in a stainless steel frame in a posture of breaking their waist at nearly 90 degrees.
And his body was crippled, and his right arm, along with a third of his right body, was missing.
All the sudden changes came too fast.
It was too fast for anyone to guard against.
It turned out that it was Fang Zheng who took advantage of the proprietress's unpreparedness and turned around to look behind him. He directly fired the boiling pure yang pure energy in his body, like volcanic lava erupting, like a torrent of thousands of miles breaking a dam, madly rushing into the hands of the proprietress who was holding on to him.
The searing, boiling air poured into the cold body of the proprietress, like boiling oil poured into cold water, boiling directly, exploding, and the proprietress's body was blown out in pieces.
But there was not a drop of blood in the lady's body.
She's not human!
At this moment, the crippled body stuck in the stainless steel frame began to struggle and wriggle, staggering back to its feet.
The lady who stood up turned her back to Fang Zheng, and the woman's head turned in a horrific circle, looking behind her at Fang Zheng, completely out of the human skeleton. The next moment, her body turned around and returned to normal.
"Yesterday's Britney Spears, today's Niu Lady..."
"All men in the world are heartless and heartless men, especially your younger brother, who turns over their faces faster than other men..."
"Little brother, you've disappointed my sister today..."
The proprietress muttered at first, then looked at Fang Zheng with a sad look, as if she had been cheated out of love by a heartless man, and before that, she had been cheated out of all her savings by a heartless man.
As she spoke, the owner of the noodle shop's body wound had already healed as quickly as white liquid wax, closed the wound, and soon recovered as before.
The remnants of the flower and willow turned back into the owner's wife, who had a heavy chest and a lingering charm.
Even the clothes recovered.
"T-1000?"
Fang Zheng, who was about to leave the noodle shop, paused.
T-1000, is that really you?!
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