"Can the bracelet you give them really grow hair?"
"The bracelet is just a look, I put in the effort."
"effort?"
Liang De shook his head and directly grew his shaved hair back. The broken hair regenerated cleanly and saved him the trouble of washing his hair.
Li Zhixian's face lit up with joy and just when she was about to say something, Liang De waved his hand and said before she could say anything.
"Stop dreaming, the hair cursed by the Four Thunder Friends will never grow back if you change your head.
Can you help me check, what was the average monthly salary in Xiangbei City last year? "
Li Zhixian took out his mobile phone and searched it.
"More than 8,000...the average has been pushed up so high by the rich. I think two-thirds of the people in Xiangbei are lagging behind."
"Then each person will receive 3,000."
"Only 3,000? You charged too little."
Li Zhixian looked at the newly searched information on his phone and said: "FUE seamless hair transplantation costs 10 to 12 yuan per follicular unit, which usually costs more than 20,000 per person, and the effect is definitely not as good as yours."
"I'm not short of money, and I don't need it. Didn't you listen to what the old man said just now? Other people's money doesn't come from strong winds. It's enough."
"Is there anyone who is not short of money? Lao Liang, you have to eat."
"I can drink the wind."
It can also eat dirt, Liang De added in his mind.
In cities where the air quality index (AQI) is higher than 100, as long as you occasionally use the Devouring Heaven and Earth Food Technique, there is no need to go out of your way to eat.
The air in Xiangbei City is average, with a lot of inhalable particulate matter. The AQI tastes around 130, which is slightly polluted. The haze at the entrance is soft, not as mellow as the haze outside our customs.
Alas, the moon is bright in my hometown, and the haze is mellow in my hometown. I feel homesick again.
"Rang, you're blocking my breath."
Liang De took a deep breath of northwest wind and let out a satisfying burp.
Li Zhixian was stunned.
"You...you are sleeping. You must have a place to stay."
"I can sleep while walking. Occasionally, I can sleep for one millisecond every two milliseconds. I have slept for almost an hour since I saw you, which is enough for me to be active for two days."
Liang De took out a cup of coffee and took a sip. During this period, his magic skills of cultivating immortals have improved again. In a few months, he can try to sleep for 0.5 milliseconds every 1 millisecond. In this way, he can exercise his sleep continuously and his sleep will be better. Keep improving.
"Aren't you still smoking? Smoking has to cost money, right?"
"Sorry, my superpower is making my own cigarettes."
Liang Degu materialized dozens of packs of blue-box menthol cigarettes, opened and closed the cigarettes in his hands like a fancy shuffle, and then took them all back to the vending machine on Jieyuan.
"What about the clothes you're wearing? You can't..."
Before Li Zhixian finished speaking, he saw Liang De's hands using blue light to pull out a solid-color T-shirt out of thin air. He wiped his fingers on the chest of the T-shirt, leaving a black check mark.
"Do you have any other questions?"
Li Zhixian's eyes twitched and she gave him a thumbs up.
The two parchments in her aunt's relics boasted of this high-level evil god's descendant called "Jie Yuan Walker". She originally thought it was just the nonsense of a superstitious gang at the township level... Now it seems that the boast is not enough. .
Extraordinary power without any fluctuations.
A body that can barely sleep without eating or drinking.
Weird and unpredictable biological manipulation and creation abilities.
Although we still don't know what his frontal combat effectiveness is... these abilities combined could have made him the ancestor of a generation in the ignorant ancient times.
The best way is to notify the Evil God and Magical Disaster Countermeasures Administration immediately, but this matter is completely caused by me, and it also involves the blood of the family...
The blood of devout people who have served the evil god Kukai for generations?
With such a high fashion value, I think I should fight to the finale!
Why did you lose your job early?
Liang De and Li Zhixian sat down at a bus stop. Liang De took out a new cup of coffee and handed it to her.
"Want some coffee? It's 55 degrees, not hot."
Li Zhixian took the coffee and took a big sip, with a strange expression on his face:
"Why is there no taste at all? Is this fake coffee?"
Mortals cultivating immortality, double espresso Americano is extremely bitter. Living people with a fighting spirit can designate the next time to fall asleep after drinking it... Those who have no fighting spirit, drinking this is useless and tasteless.
"...It's fake coffee, drink it as water."
Liang De drank his own bitter coffee, thinking that there is such a real salted fish in the world. It is really that every mountain is higher than the other. I, Liang De, still underestimate the world's losers.
There are often contradictions between people's inner and outer parts. Some people pretend to be strong in order to collapse, and some people pretend to be broken in order to be strong.
I didn’t expect that there would be such a frank and beautiful girl like you in the world. She is so down-to-earth, so sincere and so unpretentious.
Well, without fighting spirit there is no ambition, and without ambition there is no threat.
With such a partner to handle housekeeping and logistics, there is absolutely no need to worry about being stabbed in the back by her.
Speaking of which, "zero fighting spirit" should be considered a rare attribute...
Just think of yourself as an SR partner.
"Brother Xian, why don't you take a nap first? I'll make you an airplane pillow."
Liang De's hands lit up with blue light, but Li Zhixian stopped him.
“No need, although I’m not as powerful as you, it’s okay if I don’t sleep for two or three days occasionally.
Just wait for the call from the Bald Four. "
Li Zhixian took out the power bank from his sweater pocket and connected it to his mobile phone, then leaned back against the bus stop billboard.
The design of the bus stop seats is anti-human. It is not easy to sit on or lie down on. This is done to prevent some homeless people from occupying the bus stops.
Liang De and Li Zhixian didn't care. Both of them were a bit far from the standards of normal humans. What's more, Liang De used his strong and soft snake body to manipulate the air to create an invisible sofa. Li Zhixian fell asleep soon after nestling in the air sofa. On fire.
Liang De rubbed his chin and began to think about his next plan.
The layout of the boundary-crossing gate, which was originally placed first, had to be moved one step back.
Mr. Liang's current net worth is less than 200 yuan, and Li Zhixian once again acted penniless when he was playing string strings.
Therefore, the top priority is to make money to buy some mortal sacrifices and decorate the altar of the inner evil god of Fantasy Notes.
Li Zhixian is not a Realm Walker, and her soul cannot pass through the Realm Gate. She must use the Altar of the Evil God to contact the Thunder Bluff Financial Headquarters to ensure that daily expenses can be reimbursed normally. After contacting her, she can also apply for permission using the Fantasy Note. A reserve fund came down.
Although she could communicate directly with Du Gongtai, she couldn't use Kukai Evil God as a telephone receptionist.
Thinking about the free-spirited nature of her partner, if there was no insider altar of evil gods, she might actually do this after getting drunk...
"Lao Du, call me the financial headquarters. Hurry up. I have two travel expenses that I need to reimburse urgently. Lao Liang has been urging me for a few days. Hurry up."
Do you still want to have hair?
It's not like Liang De has never thought about doing all the work, but his position doesn't have the relevant authority, so he can't apply for it himself.
The Fist of Utopia controls the outside, and the Paper of Utopia controls the inside. Li Zhixian can't control what tasks he wants to do, and he can't control the financial logistics. The system is like this, and Liang De can't do anything about it.
"Everything is difficult at the beginning... In the end, we still lack money."
After the dedicated mobile phone was granted cross-border communication permissions, large financial institutions such as Delusion Bank and Anping Insurance have sent him countless advertising text messages.
Ask him if he wants to apply for a credit card, if he wants to borrow a consumer loan, and tell him that we have a product that is very suitable for you... The less money you have, the less likely you are to touch these things, unless you really can't make enough money.
Poverty is like the wind, it always accompanies me.
Liang De couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the sesame-sized crystal clusters on the Self-Xing Realm.
…
At 7:30 in the morning, Liang De inhaled the smell of freshly made pancakes and fruits in the air.
"How can you put bacon in these pancakes? This is so unscrupulous!"
Liang De was heartbroken and was about to follow the smell and criticize the stall owner and diners while snorting the food particles nearby.
At this time, Li Zhixian's cell phone vibrated, and an unfamiliar number from Xiangbei was displayed on the screen.
"coming!"
