Chapter 162： Life is a circle

In fact, Wang Ling feels that he is really not a digger ... Spending money should be used where it should be spent, and no money should be wasted where it should not be. This is Wang Ling ’s father and mother Under the guidance of the establishment of the concept of consumer economy. Haircuts are just a trivial matter. By contrast, Wang Ling is more willing to spend the money on a simple face.

Recently, he heard that the baby raccoon has a new flavor. It is said that it is a wasabi root mustard taste. Wang Ling plans to buy a pack to try it. If you can save the money for this haircut, you can buy more bags!

In the barbershop, after a silence, the apprentice brother named by Wang Ling showed an incredible expression and bowed solemnly to Wang Ling: "Thank you for your trust in me! I Will definitely work hard! "

Wang Ling nodded indifferently, then took a seat and sat down.

Everyone around him looked at Wang Ling with all kinds of strange eyes ... because the apprentice hairdresser was actually very thrilling. Its horror level is no less than that of a new intern nurse in the hospital. The only difference is that one person puts a needle on your skin and one person breaks the ground on your scalp.

Probably, only Wang Ling can have this courage ...

This should be the first time this apprentice brother has treated his guests hair. The brother is holding an electric razor, and a few drops of cold sweat are flowing from the corner of his eyebrow. A little nervous: "I ... I'm going to start."

It's just an inch, as long as the sides and back are pushed cleanly ... it's not difficult!

The apprentice brother comforted himself, but when the electric razor was attached to Wang Ling's scalp, the brother's hand shook!

In a split second, he shaved the back of Wang Ling's head ...

Bro:"……"

boss:"……"

Wang Ling touched his bald scalp and shook his head. Then the hair there grew at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, and soon grew from Wu Ke to Saiyan ...

The boss and his friends were shocked: "..." ? Still this kind of operation?

For about an hour, Wang Ling walked out of the barbershop smoothly.

The boss grabbed Wang Ling: "Live, don't leave!"

Then, Wang Ling saw the boss pull out two hundred dollars from his pants pocket and put it in Wang Ling's hands.

Wang Ling: "????"

The boss pointed behind him, and there was a lot of hair on the ground, and he looked gratefully at Wang Ling: "Thank you for the hair that the real man provided for my shop ... Fairy hair is really good, it can be made into a high-level wig. Set! These two hundred dollars are the price of hair, I hope real people will come often when they have time! "

Wang Ling: "..."

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Wang Lingli went home with his pockets full of crispy noodles sold for half the price in the supermarket. This time he shaved his head and picked up 200 yuan to make Wang Ling's crispy noodle inventory to a certain extent.

When he got home, Wang Ling found that many people came home today.

Diorui Zhenjun and Song Qingshu waited in the living room. The old man was very polite and filled the bowl with mung bean soup. In the big summer, the elderly have a habit of boiling mung bean soup. Father Wang's mung bean soup was a star food in the restaurant when he was young. Limited supply every day, a bowl is hard to find ...

But unfortunately, these two goods do not know how to cherish, nor do they know gratitude. I was staring at this bowl of mung bean soup and began to wonder what the mung beans contained in it meant. In just a while, I even knew how many mung beans were in the bowl.

Song Qingshu was originally free of this problem, but after being with Dui Leizhen for a few days, he was so damaged ...

"Ling brother!" Seeing Wang Ling's appearance, Lei Lei hugged his fists politely, Song Qingshu beside him also stood up and saluted, with a mouthful of real people in his mouth.

The old man doesn't care about Wang Ling, he still has to chase the drama! Seeing Wang Ling coming, he quickly waved his hands and said to the two people, "Well ... there is still mung bean soup in the pot, if it is not enough, you can talk first."

"Okay, thank you, Senior!" Di Lei Zhenjun nodded sharply.

At the same time, he was pondering in his heart: Mine bean soup must be brought home after a while, and study the mystery in this soup carefully! Maybe drink this soup and step into refining and hope!

Wang Ling: "..."

Returning to the topic, Diorui Jun was sitting on the sofa and watching Wang Ling said: "Brother Ling, this time I came to you, I have good news for you! Thanks to Xiao Song, the makers of the stone ghost noodles already have It's gone! "

Song Qingshu followed the echo and said, "I just provided a little clue, thanks to the senior Dioruijun and the black predecessor, which is where they are located according to the clue."

On hearing that, Wang Ling nodded. In the end, Song Qingshu fulfilled his promise and did not break his promise. And if you can find the creator of the stone ghost face, then it means that soon the matter of stone ghost face will come to an end. As for the attempt to use the secret rise of Membroke Castle, its conspiracy will be completely destroyed.

Of course, this is the ideal situation.

In fact, Wang Ling was also curious about the identity of the mask maker.

"According to the positioning given by Xiaohei, the producer is not far from here." Di Lei Zhenjun opened the positioning newsletter from Xiaohei, which clearly marked the displacement distance between the two points, for a total of 800. Kilometers.

This ordinary monk can arrive in twenty minutes on a flying sword.

Wang Ling looked at the coordinates of the little black hair with his chin, and frowned slowly, and the more I looked at it, the more familiar the place ...

"Reassure my brother, this place was found by Xiao Hei after repeated calculations and verification combined with my efforts to track it down, and there will be absolutely nothing wrong!" Di Lei Zhenjun vowed.

However, Wang Ling always had a bad hunch, and his eyelids began to jump again ~ www.novelhall.com ~ One-star disaster warning, and I didn't know what would happen ...

Wang Ling asked Diorui Zhenjun and Song Qingshu to put their hands on their shoulders, and then, with a bang, three people moved in the direction of coordinates at the same time ...

Immediately after, an old-fashioned restaurant appeared in front of him.

And looking at the huge "late-night cafeteria" on the plaque hanging in front of the restaurant, Wang Ling fell into deep thought ... Mom! Why is this place!

Could this shop owner be a refiner? From the mixer to the cook ... Wang Ling thinks this is even more exaggerated than the crossover song king!

Di Lei Zhenjun looked at Wang Lingjiu's facial paralysis with a little twitching expression on his face, and was curious: "Ling brother, seems to have been here?"

The melodious singing in the store has followed: that is the person I miss deeply day and night ...

Wang Ling couldn't help but sigh: Life, sure enough, Tamar is a circle!