It is no different from the buses on the earth. The steam buses in Baisha City are also crowded like canned sardines.

Ma Long's luck was not very good. He did not encounter the perfect situation where a group of soft girls were stuck in the middle and could not move. In front of him was a strong tauren covered in muscles, and behind him was indeed a soft body. But the problem was that it was a female Pig-head who looked very similar to Fengjie...

What’s even more excessive is that the damn steam bus driver was able to magically drive the steam bus into a crazy roller coaster!

So, in the morning, Ma Long, who was tempted by the delicacies cooked by the little fox girl Aimi, was finally punished by God. How could he resist the situation?

So, after only four stops, Ma Long took the last effort to squeeze out the bus. He felt that if he insisted on sitting down, he would definitely die of a bad life.

Holding a lamppost on the side of the road, Ma Long, who had been feeling relieved for a long time, couldn't help but miss the saber-toothed leopard three-type steam locomotive of the Taurus boy Ester.

It seems that squeezing the bus is not a big deal, but you really have to get a car to carry it.

Ester said that his Saber-toothed Leopard Three Steam Locomotive had a remaining military supplies that cost two hundred rands. So even if the price on the market is more than three or four hundred rands, it would be three or four hundred rands?

Well...not much, you can buy it!

Squeezing a bus can only earn money from squeezing a bus, but driving can earn money from driving, so buying early is cost-effective, nothing is unpaid!

Ma Long was thinking like this, and then he realized that his shoulder was being patted, and then a handkerchief with a faint fragrance was handed to him from behind a white little hand that could only clearly see the tiny blood vessels under his skin.

"Oh, thank you." Malone subconsciously reached out to take it, but then she remembered where he was now, neither in the office where he worked in the Earth World nor in the orphanage where the children all liked him.

"You're welcome, you are now an author under our publishing house. Caring about the life of its authors is what I, as the president, should do."

Before Ma Long turned around, the voice of the red-haired queen Evena, the girl from the Emerald Emblem Publishing House, came into his ears.

"Why are you here?"

Wiping his mouth with the handkerchief that Evena handed him, Ma Long turned his head and indeed saw Evena wearing a professional dress and a lady's top hat full of flowers, and red hair still tilted high to reveal his slender neck, which made him question a little strangely.

However, as soon as the words of doubt were spoken, Malone had already glanced at the roadside not far behind Evena. A large painted Beetle-style steam car parked, as well as a black tuxedo dressed with gold buttons, and a large group of pure white lace scarfs with a sexy bag on the neckline. How could he look like a rich second-generation young man?

Evena's smile answer was indeed not beyond Ma Long's expectations: "I passed by here and happened to see you, so I stopped to take a look."

After a slight pause, Evena adjusted her expression to seriousness, and then said, "Maron, I'm sorry for your aunt's tragic experience... But since this kind of thing has happened, I think you understand that sadness cannot solve any problem. I hope you can cheer up again, after all, you still need to be responsible for the future of your little cousin."

These words were obviously Evena tried to comfort Ma Long. She didn't know the inside story and thought that Ma Long was in a coma for two consecutive days because of her excessive longing for her aunt Vina Liszt.

"Thank you, I'm much better now!"

Malone didn't explain, nor did she want to explain anything, but just said in Evena's comforting words.

Evena carefully observed Ma Long's expression. After finding that Ma Long's eyes were not sad, she finally nodded and said, "That's good! Let's go, it's time to go to the publishing house and turn the straw-written publishing contract into a formal publishing contract!"

Immediately afterwards, Evena inadvertently revealed: "I have prepared enough to print 100,000 copies of "The Little Prince"!"

Malone didn't answer because in his opinion it was just Evena, who drew a big cake for him.

The paper that is enough to print 100,000 copies of "The Little Prince" does not mean that these papers will be printed into 100,000 copies of "The Little Prince". If it is replaced by other 14 or 15-year-old boys who don't know the world, they will definitely be thumped by the stimulation of their hearts, but they can't even scare Ma Long.

Seeing that Ma Long had no reaction at all, Evena had to sigh in her heart, saying that this kid is so heart-wrenching, how can he not move even if he prints the first hundred thousand volumes?

Shaking his head, Evena turned around and pointed to the young man standing by the steam car with a shiny painted look like a large Beetle: "Give me a little bit, Malone is my fiancé Descartes-Nuren-Vonstein; Descartes, this is what I told you, the young writer Malone-Lister who wrote "The Little Prince."

"Are you Ma Long?" The young man in bright clothes turned the two silver eyeballs in his deep eye sockets. He owed a little to prove that he was not rude, and then said in an arrogant tone that he had kept others from afar: "I am forgiving me, my dear cousin Evena, the book "The Little Prince" written by this kid is just a clumsy fairy tale with improper words and boring content."

Ma Long was so angry that he was about to say something, but Evena spoke before him.

"Descartes, pay attention to your words!"

Evena's eyebrows were raised, her expression and attitude changed again, and her aura...was so powerful.

It can be seen that Descartes was a little afraid of Evena. Because his mouth twitched after being scolded by Evena, he shrugged his shoulders and changed his mouth indifferently under Evena's coercive gaze: "Okay, I'll take back what I said just now."

Perhaps because of some unwillingness, Descartes immediately added: "Well, Malone... In your messy "Little Prince", it is completely correct to compare women to roses that pierce people. For this interesting selling point, there will be sales of three or five hundred copies. At least I have already told the butler to buy a book and put it in the study room at that time."

After saying that, as if he was afraid that Evena would say something more harshly, Descartes got into the shiny steam car and looked like I was the driver.

After glanced at Evena, Evena, who had turned black, was surprised to find that she was not angry at all. Descartes made these remarks against him and his "Little Prince".

Haha, indeed, whether it is the earth or the other world, ** youth are indispensable creatures.

Isn't this guy named Descartes afraid that his fiancée, who is named a queen, will he be angry and divorced?

If so... it will be joyful.

Ma Long was thinking secretly with malicious intentions.
Chapter completed!