Liancheng was immersed in frustration all night.

He began to doubt life. "Why are ghosts who have no brains faster than me who have brains? What is my brain used to do on the left and right sides? Is it shaking to make paste?"

Brother Fool, who can only snap his fingers, can dominate the game world, making Liancheng provoke his five bodies. He was not convinced and once started a game with a single game of CSS and Brother Fool. Whether it is M4 or AK, including AWP against snipers, sword battles and thunder battles, he announced with a beautiful 0-xx record: "The fool is just playing with ghosts!"

Lian Cheng felt that he was not stupid, so he wisely said: There is no way to admit defeat in the game.

but--

The girl who once shouted that I loved Trump's floral dress was so perverted!

In the first few minutes of learning, Liancheng could crazily mock Xiaohua for pulling a big saw. Two hours later, Paganini's "Clock", which is the most difficult violin music, floated out of the bedroom with the accuracy of the music player.

“Single-playing concerto…well.”

Liancheng even wanted to give himself a clock.

I also want to be so awesome, and I also want to have the skills to attract girls! I can’t attract girls by using one hand!

He sat on the balcony, bowed his waist and held his head, staring at the rising sun, and gradually realized a truth-

Many ordinary people do not show their true talents on the day they die. It is not that they have no genius, but that they have no chance. The intelligence of East Asian race ranks at the top of the world. Maybe an old man who is addicted to gambling may have become a math expert, and maybe a rapper who sells shoes in the mall can also be a rock singer...

Too many, but the truth is cruel.

"Maybe I've been handsome once." Lian Cheng sighed with emotion.

Xiaohua has finished practicing.

To be precise, she finished learning. She learned the master's performance all night through video, and successfully simulated the difficult skills that masters could do. Normal people practice through muscle memory, and Xiaohua doesn't need it. She is a ghost and has no memory at all.

Just watch any posture and follow it again and you will never forget it.

It's exactly the same as the fool who learns to make money by playing games.

Jade-miao stared at Xiaohua with green eyes. Lian Cheng was worried that the old fox would be impulsive, so he locked her in the utility room all night. He heard the shouting of soy milk and fried dough sticks below the building, and he remembered this unlucky fox.

In order to prevent Jade Mian from escaping, he did not use the door lock, but directly blocked the door with a refrigerator and a washing machine. No matter how skilled she was, she didn't have enough strength.

When he opened the door, Lian Cheng first saw the blue box torn into pieces. He picked up a piece of paper shell, which was stained with water stains, and the colors were mixed into pieces and could not see clearly. He walked a few steps forward and found a poor fox with a broken expression in the corner.

The fox was holding a few balls of strange plastic and chewing hard. His mouth was covered in oil, but he couldn't chew it, and he was so angry that he screamed.

He was suddenly stunned, "Isn't this something that Zhen Xuan brought with him..." He suddenly guessed what she was eating, and this thing was not eaten by the mouth above!

"Stop!" Lian Cheng shouted.

Yumian turned his head and stared at him, and said angrily: "Why can't you bite this thing? Is it going to starve me to death if I don't send food to my lord all night?"

"Aren't you a monster..." Lian Cheng was very strange.

Jade noodles spit out the rubber in his mouth, and he was extremely sad and angry: "You little guy is hungry for so many years!"

Lian Cheng realized that the fox seemed to have just escaped from the coffin and was beaten up by his swordsmanship and his cultivation level was dissipated. The length of the cultivator's fasting time was directly linked to his cultivation level...

He immediately brought two bags of crisp noodles, but before he could hand them over, he was snatched away by the jade noodles. Then he chewed them all in his stomach with a plastic bag.

Seeing Yumun's expression of not having enough food, this feeling was very familiar. Lian Cheng knew that he had become a prodigal again.

Lian Cheng rushed to the morning market. After the butcher's surprise questioning, he bought a total of thirty kilograms of beef and twenty kilograms of pork. At the same time, he bought a hundred kilograms of rice and 100 kilograms of white flour from the stall next door. Carrying so many things, he returned to the small building step by step.

The old man Yumian is very easy to support and is not picky at all.

Unlike copper coins, they do not eat new coins, or the paper money of the Monopoly, they only eat old coins, and they have to be the largest red grandfather. Among them, they like the fourth edition of RMB in 1982, which tastes refreshing aroma.

He grabbed the rice with his left hand and the meat piece with his right hand. His head was in the noodle bag. After eating it for less than ten minutes, Liancheng's grain bought for nearly 1,000 yuan was scattered by the jade face.

"I……"

Liancheng finally met something more edible than himself.

"The pork and beef tasted bad, not delicious at all." The jade noodles were covered with flour on their faces, and they commented on the quality of the ingredients very dissatisfiedly. "The rice and white flour are OK, and the taste is much better than what I have eaten before, but the grains are too big and stuffy."

Liancheng secretly thought this was not OK!

If you go to the market every day to buy so much food, people will definitely doubt it over time.

He thought about it, turned on his laptop, and under the gaze of Yumian, he logged into the Goudong website, picked a few local warehouses of grain and bought a lot of them. It is expected that the express delivery speed is pretty good, and he will be delivered to Xiaohonglou tomorrow.

Jade-miao asked: "What are you doing?"

"Buy rations for you." Liancheng replied casually: "This thing is called the Internet. If you spend money on it, someone will send you something."

Yumian understood the concept of online shopping very thoroughly. She nodded and said, "Like Yindu Ghost Festival, there is also a list for you, and then order it and pay it to the True Spirit. Five ghosts will be transported here."

Lian Cheng was too lazy to care about what Yumian thought, and he reminded him: "You don't have the identity yet, so don't go around. I'll find a way to get your origin and household registration for you, and you'll stay in the house during this period."

Jade-miao said: "Well, this is a very good move."

Lian Cheng sighed. He found the rural large gray porcelain basin he had just bought at the market, went to pick up a full basin of water, then brought the basin to the rooftop, placed it in the center, and raised his head and called quietly: "Son of cheapness, come here to find it if you lack water."

Most of the water vapor of the big black clouds has dissipated and has now become a transparent little white cloud. It is cheering and piercing from the sky, soaking in a basin to swim back and forth, looking extremely cheerful.

"Dad, there's so much water!"

Lian Cheng was angry: "Don't talk about you, naughty boy!"

He was worried about the group of demons and monsters, shook his head, changed Xiaohua's body in the room, and after checking, he led Xiaohua away from Xiaohonglou.

He took a taxi. "Master, go to Tiantan Street, Daewoo Entertainment Company."

The driver was a young man. He looked at the city enviously in the rearview mirror and sighed.

"Uncle, your daughter is so beautiful!"
Chapter completed!