When Wu Kong learned that the price of three nanomedical injections was close to the order point of 80,000, Wu Kong frowned immediately.

You should know that in your own slum living environment, an order of about 1,000 is enough to avoid worrying about food, clothing, housing and transportation throughout the year.

These disposable medicines are so expensive!

It’s just using money to prolong your life!

I don’t know if the money in Tang Xuan’s card is enough.

Wu Kong handed over the black account card, and one of the thugs took it over and scanned it on the portable payment panel on his arm.

I heard a "ding" sound, which was the sound of money disappearing, and it immediately showed that the payment had been successful.

It seems that Tang Xuan is indeed quite rich...

Then, Wu Kong took back the black household card and a box of nanomedical injections, turned around and prepared to go back quickly.

At this time, the old man breathed some relief and wiped his cold sweat.

"Wait...I really want to remember you..."

Wu Kong had just walked out a few steps, but suddenly turned his head and stared at him again.

This made the old man almost have a myocardial infarction, and his voice trembled in a slight sense of restraint: "Little brother, have you recognized the wrong person? Don't you have anyone to save him? Go back quickly."

"I remember, you are rusty..."

Wu Kong suddenly widened his eyes and said something with a sudden realization.

The old man was so scared that he said quickly: "Dirty? What kind of rustic? I'm wearing so fashionable and still rustic? Feel you guys out, I'll teach him a lesson!"

The other subordinates in the box heard the words, and the first time they saw the boss so nervous, but they didn't dare to ask too much, they all walked out, including the two drink-mates.

Soon, the only two of them were left in the private room.

Wu Kong then said all the rest: "You are the Land Lord, are you?"

The old man glanced at him and said with a wry smile: "You are still recognized by you. Haven't you lost your memory? You can still recognize me..."

That’s right, this old man dressed like a nouveau riche is the righteous god in charge of a land - the Land Lord!

Basically, their shadows exist all over the country, and they look almost the same, dress simply, approachable, kind and friendly, mostly old people with all white hair and beard.

However, in the eyes of mortals, the image of Land Lord can change is diverse and has different personalities.

They wander around the world, patrolling the territory they manage, and are also the guardian gods of the place.

They usually live mainly underground and rely on people's incense to absorb energy. They are also the lowest-level gods among all the gods. Basically, anyone can bully him.

In short, according to current words, the landlords in every region are local local tyrants.

Wu Kong didn't expect that the honest Land Lord, who was once a gang leader, has now become a monopoly drug market and has dealt with the underworld?!

This is a fucking contrast!

"I took back a piece of my soul and my memory was restored a little, so I got some impression after seeing you. No matter how you say you are a god, why did it become like this..." Wu Kong frowned and asked in confusion.

Because the relationship between Tudi and Wu Kong, the travel team, was quite good, he was not as careful as Tudi.

"Hey, do you think I am willing to do this? Originally, our Land Lord had to rely on people's incense to survive, but you see, all the faith of people nowadays is gone, and even the Buddha doesn't bother to kneel down, let alone a little god like me, and the Heavenly Court doesn't care about our local gods at all. So in order to survive, I can only make a living and start a business in this business. Not only me, but I guess the Land Lord in all places is similar to mine."

The Land Lord lit a cigar and held it in his mouth and said in a heavy tone, like a gangster godfather who had experienced the vicissitudes of the world.

If you say this, wouldn’t every landlord become a local underworld?

In fact, he also missed the grand occasion of the constant incense in front of the Land Temple at that time.

When asking for children, going to school, going to business, etc., they will come to their temple to pray.

But this grand occasion is never going back.

Originally, the original site of this stripping hall was the location of the Land Temple...

Wu Kong thought he was very pitiful when he heard what he said.

There are many little gods and fairies like him, who do the most, but have very little benefits.

Although he is also considered a civil servant in the heavenly court and is within the staffing, he is treated very differently from the gods in the heaven, and he is not as good as the mortals and rich people on the ground.

"Okay, don't stay here for too long. I know the conflicts between you and the Heavenly Court, but I don't want to be involved. You should go back quickly. I will call back the money you bought the medicine just now. We will not meet again in the future. However, when you go to other places, you can also contact the local land master, and maybe they can help you."

The Land Lord didn't want to have too much contact with Wu Kong, so he quickly urged him to leave.

He would not report to the Heavenly Court that Wu Kong came here, because the landlords basically had a quarrel with the heavens, and you don’t care about me, I don’t care about you.

"Then take care of yourself."

Wu Kong took a look at the landlord abandoned by the Heavenly Court and turned around and left.

After seeing him leave, the Landlord drank alone in the private room, revealing his vicissitudes of face that he never showed before his hands.

Wu Kong walked out of the stripper hall, took the medicine and couldn't wait to run quickly towards the room where Tang Xuan and the others were.

He didn't notice that when he walked out of the dance hall, there were vicious eyes staring at him in the alley next to him...

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"How is it? Is he still awake?"

Wu Kong pushed open the door heavily and entered the room with nanomedical injections and asked loudly.

"What a quarrel? He is still alive. This bald donkey is hard to survive."

Zhu Ba was sitting by the bed at this moment, clasping his nostrils and admiring the beauty in the magazine in his hand, and said calmly.

Tang Xuan was lying on the bed, and the blood flowing from his body almost dyed the entire sheet red, his face pale, his lips were purple and blue, and he was half fainted and half awake due to excessive blood loss.

It is beyond ordinary to be able to persist in his mortal body until now.

Wu Kong quickly stepped forward and opened the box, took out a nanomedical injection and wanted to pierce him.

Suddenly, a "whimper" sound came from my ears. I subconsciously turned my head and saw that it was a family of three who were tied up and lying on the ground, looking at me in horror.

Isn't this a family in the photo frame?

"They came back a few minutes ago. In order not to call the police, they could only tie them up like this first."

Zhu Ba still calmly looked at the magazine in his hand and explained.

At this time, Wu Kong's seventy-two transformations had not yet changed back. They were the image of the male owner of this family, so the family of three showed even more fear when they saw him at this moment.

"When the injuries on his body are healed, we will leave soon and will not cause any harm to you."
Chapter completed!