Tang Ya started a chat group and the four-person team was officially established.
The fat man knew the name of the blonde girl. Her name was Anna Sharapova, a big girl from the Rakshasa Kingdom.
That evening, everyone split up. Fatty prepared a bunch of weird props and returned to his residence.
"Mr. Pei, I live in Building C, very close to you. If any suspicious person contacts you, please notify me immediately." Anna, a foreign girl, is very active in the group.
"I will stay in Building B tonight, call me anytime." Zhao Dezhu joined the group chat.
"When did you move here?" The fat man was a little surprised.
"I don't live here. Inspired by you, I found a 'one pound of psychic apples to eat all night' in Building B. The female monk brought me in and the security guard didn't stop me." Zhao Dezhu sent a shy message expression.
"Old Zhao, you are still cool." The fat man smiled.
"Teammates, I suspect this group is not serious." Anna sent an emoticon that read, "You are a bunch of old bastards."
"Don't say that. This is a way for Mr. Zhao to move in." Tang Ya was very open-minded.
"You're kidding, I know very well what kind of life a city hunter leads." Anna sent another understanding expression.
In this chat, time passed quietly.
After dinner, Fatty read for a while and continued to practice boxing to lose weight.
At nine o'clock, Anna was in the group for the eighth time. Fatty Aite asked: "Has anyone contacted you?"
"Not really." Fatty replied.
Zhao Dezhu suddenly sent a private message to Fatty: "To be honest, your method is feasible in theory, but there is a big problem in practice."
"What's the problem?" the fat man asked.
"You can tell me with your conscience, thank God it doesn't scare the girl to tears because of your profile picture. How can it be worth 6,500?" Zhao Dezhu was a little more serious.
"What I'm looking for is not a girl." The fat man maintained his original intention.
"That's what I say, but the seven people who died were all pretty good-looking. Monsters also have aesthetic tastes. If I were a girl, I wouldn't necessarily be willing to pay you $6,500." Old Zhao said the truth.
"..."
The fat man was speechless.
He silently endured the critical damage, and with his looks and figure, even the monsters retreated.
Whenever he was in a bad mood, he would do something very housewifely: do housework.
The fat man threw the clothes into the washing machine, then picked up a rag and wiped the floor inch by inch without using a mop.
After venting his emotions in this way, he finally calmed down while soaking in the bathtub.
At ten o'clock in the evening, the fat man walked out of the bathroom. The clothes in the automatic washing machine were also washed.
He turned on the light on the balcony, which was just for hanging clothes, but he saw something different.
On the balcony of 1608 next door, the lights were also on, and someone was also hanging clothes.
At a glance, the beauty's steady heart that danced on the tip of the knife 101 times made waves.
The eldest sister on the balcony next door is as old as the fat man and can be called a female junior. She looks like she is in her mid-twenties.
The wet slightly curly long hair is like a love thread, entwining the man's heart.
The face under the long hair is exciting, with almond eyes and peach cheeks, full of charm.
She seemed to have just taken a shower and came out to dry her clothes. She was wearing a black lace nightgown and her figure was plump and attractive.
The fat man saw 36E and the graceful water snake waist.
First impression, a beauty in the world.
Then the fat man had his second reaction: This is a master!
As we all know, as the monks' skills improve, they can delay aging, beautify and nourish their skin, their temperament will become more outstanding, and their skin will become white and tender under the nourishment of magic power, with its own beauty effect.
As the saying goes: A white person can cover up all ugliness, but a fat person can ruin a life.
Some female monks with very ordinary looks, after cultivating to advanced levels, have amazingly good skin, their bodies gradually become perfect, their facial features will also undergo subtle changes, and their words and deeds will have a fairy spirit.
In a sense, this is the reason why many female monks work hard to practice.
At the same time, it is also the main reason why countless mortal women want to awaken their spiritual roots.
The beauty in front of me proves that the rumors are true.
From her body, you can feel a kind of temperament: moist.
Those with this kind of aura must be at least second-level Dharmakaya masters.
For monks who have cultivated Dharmakaya, their spiritual roots and body become one, and a slight fluctuation of mana will cause a strong visual effect.
For example, the eldest lady in front of me, standing on the balcony without filters, seems to have turned on a high-power filter, with full beauty effect, exuding endless temptation under the dim light of the night.
This beauty in the world is none other than Tang Ya.
When she didn't wear glasses or a suit, she was a completely different person.
From a smart and capable female CEO, she turned into a charming beauty.
I don’t know which one is the real her, her during the day or her at night.
The fat man was a little confused, thinking of the two-faced girl and the ever-changing fairy.
Looking at the lace nightgown, he decided to solve the problem in a mature way.
When he saw a beautiful woman wearing such a dress before, his mind was filled with stories.
Now that he saw a girl wearing such a skirt, he ignored her and wondered whether he would look beautiful in this women's outfit.
The sign of a mature man is that he has no girls in his heart, only women's clothing.
With such maturity, the fat man said hello: "I didn't expect you to live next door to me."
"I didn't expect you to live where Sun Xiaomei was killed." As Tang Ya spoke, she secretly hid a pair of pink thongs in a basin and hung up a coat to dry.
"Mainly because I'm greedy for cheap. The rent in the haunted house is half cheaper than yours." The fat man said with a smile.
"We will be neighbors from now on. You are welcome to visit us often." Tang Ya in the evening was much softer than in the afternoon, with a kind of enthusiasm like the sister next door.
"Okay." The fat man nodded politely.
"Do you want a late-night snack?" Tang Ya saw that the other party had no intention of visiting immediately, so she took the initiative to invite him.
"No, I'm losing weight." The fat man actually refused the invitation of the beauty in the world.
"Sure enough, you just woke up not long ago." Tang Ya smiled, becoming more and more radiant: "Eating spiritual fruit at night will not make you fat. If you can improve your skills, it will also have the effect of losing weight and shaping your body."
"Really?" Fatty felt like he was about to learn something new.
"The monks from the big families I know eat four meals a day, and midnight snacks are essential." Tang Ya spoke from experience.
"Why?" Fatty asked curiously.
"Because the energy contained in the spirit flesh and spirit fruit is relatively large, it creates a strong feeling of satiety. Even if the resources are sufficient, it is impossible to eat unlimitedly. It takes time to digest."
"Take me for example. I mainly eat psychic quail eggs and snow mountain spiritual milk at seven o'clock in the morning. I will be very full and only have the appetite for the second meal at noon."
"Eat dinner around 5:30 p.m., and have midnight snack at 10 p.m."
"In this way, four meals a day absorbs one more energy than a person who eats three meals a day."
"If you persist for many years, your skills will be higher than those of your peers."
Tang Ya talked eloquently, and her voice was intoxicating.
The fat man was still awake: "Mr. Tang, you are a monk from a well-known family. You have no shortage of resources to eat. Many people can eat one meal of spiritual meat and spiritual fruit a day. It is good for the low-level monks I know to eat spiritual meat and spiritual fruit once a month." One pot makes me feel so distressed."
Tang Ya smiled sweetly: "Don't feel bad, I'll invite you tonight, please come over."
"Then I won't be polite."
The fat man rushed to the next door and knocked on the door. He wanted to see what monks from famous families had for midnight snacks.
