C8

Not far away, when the two girls saw crotch being beaten down to the ground by the staff, they simultaneously cried out.

Tang Wenwen was stunned once again. She looked at Wang Xiaoyu with the dumbstruck gaze of a ghost and only felt that she was dreaming. The man who was like a pug in her eyes was not that strong.

Right, he must be dreaming.

She tightly closed her eyes, but just as she closed them, she did not expect that someone was tugging at her clothes with force. At the same time, an obviously panicked voice pulled her back to reality, "Sister Wen Wen, what do we do, what do we do?"

When Tang Wenwen opened her eyes, she saw the anxious look on the girl's face. Compared to her, the girl beside her was just an inexperienced student, she looked at crotch who was wailing loudly on the ground, then turned and looked at Wang Xiaoyu who left with his hands behind his back.

His eyes turned cold.

"Wang Xiaoyu, since you are my pug, you will always be my pug. Today, I admit defeat, just you wait!"

Biting his lips tightly, he seemed to have made up his mind. He turned his head and said to the girl beside him: "Call Brother Nan. Tell him that his cousin has been beaten to a pulp!"

"South …" Brother Nan? Which Brother Nan? "

Tang Wenwen rolled his eyes at the girl beside him, a trace of yearning flowing out of his eyes: "Which Brother Nan? Hmph, other than our Eighteen West Street, which other Brother Nan do you think?"

"You mean?"

The girl thought for a moment, and as if she had thought of something, she suddenly realised: "So it's this Brother Nan, I heard that someone from North Street beat one of his brothers, then she led a group of people and took off their arms!"

With that, she looked at Wang Xiaoyu's back with a complicated gaze, and muttered: "Fortunately, you've only provoked this Brother Nan!"

Wang Xiaoyu who had left from home did not know about any of this. At that time, after an baseball bat had injured crotch, he did not want to see that repulsive woman again.

As for the crotch that was injured, he believed that Tang Wenwen and the girl would deal with them well.

Of course, he was also very clear on the strength of his staff. At most, it could break two or three of his ribs.

In short, he was sure that this crotch wouldn't die.

After experiencing the events of death and Tang Wenwen, Wang Xiaoyu realized that his life could not be given up that easily. He still had a lot of things to do.

For example, he could let his parents, who were getting old, live their lives peacefully. For example, he could find a career that he loved and fight for. Or he could meet someone that he could love with all his heart.

Of course, the basis to achieve all this was to cultivate properly, or else maybe one day he would be sucked to death by the mysterious Fat Cat Demon Sovereign in his body.

With regards to this Fat Cat Demon Sovereign, even was afraid just thinking about it. He had come back to take a bath, looked at himself in the mirror, and obviously discovered that his skin seemed to have shrunk a lot compared to before.

He wanted the Fat Cat Demon Sovereign in his body to quickly teach him how to cultivate, but until now, he didn't know if that thing was asleep or something. No matter how Wang Xiaoyu called him, there was no response, so Wang Xiaoyu could only shake his head helplessly and fall asleep.

He hoped it was a dream, and when he woke up, he was back to his original good looks: he still had a million and eight hundred thousand evictions, a girlfriend who loved him or his money, no online loans, the head of the department calling him a brother and wishing he could give him the second place in the department.

"But …" "Dong, dong, dong!"

This voice immediately caused Wang Xiaoyu to lose all sleep. He quickly put on a naive and brilliant smile and said softly, "Aiyo, mother. I was wondering who it was.

Wang Xiaoyu said as he hurriedly took the teapot to pour her a cup of hot water. He then sat on the stool beside her and started observing her.

Seeing that Wang Xiaoyu was looking at her, the landlord couldn't help but shake his curly hair narcissistically, his tone becoming a lot gentler.

"Yes yes yes, landlady, the more you look at it, the more you enjoy it. Look at your beautiful appearance, tsk tsk tsk tsk …" It's simply …

Wang Xiaoyu's gaze moved from her body that was over two hundred kilograms to her fat face. He thought that this landlord could be called big, but as for this beauty, he could only coax her for the time being.

The landlord enjoyed Wang Xiaoyu's words, but after being happy for a moment, his fat face immediately darkened, he slammed the table and said: "Go, don't talk to me like you are honey, Wang Xiaoyu, go ahead, when will you pay the rent last month!"

"Give me three days! I'll definitely hand it over! I'll definitely hand it over!"

Wang Xiaoyu knew that using this rotten move repeatedly would not have any effect, so he hurriedly promised.

As soon as he finished, the landlord raised his voice and said loudly: "Three days? Wang Xiaoyu, we talked for three days from the last month, you tell me, it has already been a few days, ah, no, today, you have to hand it over to me. "

"Or else, hmph, move out yourself! Let me tell you, in our West Street, there are plenty of people who can rent it if you don't! "

Wang Xiaoyu subconsciously touched his own pocket, after searching for half a day without paying, he awkwardly said to the landlord: Alright, alright, the beautiful landlady, please wait here for a while, I will go out to retrieve it now, I promise I will hand it over to you today!

The landlord raised his sturdy arm and looked at the time, then turned to Wang Xiaoyu and said: "Okay, I will wait here for you for an hour. If you don't come back after an hour, I will throw your things out, do you hear me?"

"Good, good, good!"

Wang Xiaoyu promised as he walked out the door!

After walking out of the door, Wang Xiaoyu let out a long sigh. He sighed at how in this bustling city, when you don't have any money, you can even point a fat pig at you and teach you a lesson.

Thinking of this, he shook his head and rushed to the bank one kilometer away. Although he knew that his wallet was empty, he still wanted to go and have a try. Perhaps this was the mentality of someone who had been forced into a corner by money: "You know it's useless, but you still want to try!"

Unexpectedly, just as he stepped into the bank, the phone in his pocket rang!