When Zhang Chunqin went to the backyard to dry clothes this morning, she happened to meet a handsome guy next door hanging clothes. The two looked at each other, smiled and nodded without saying a word. She thought about the little boy looking at the sunshine, but she didn't expect that she was actually quite shy and didn't dare to say hello to me.

After a while, Yi Song, who arrived first, had already dried his clothes and returned from the back door. Zhang Chunqin took another minute to go back because her room was next to Yi Song. If she walked left from the back door to the front room, she would pass by Yi Song's room. Out of some appreciation of beauty, Zhang Chunqin walked to the left naturally today. When she passed by Yi Song's room, she saw that the curtains were not pulled up. Driven by various curiosity, she glanced into the window several times.

The decorations in the room are very simple, with a table and a bed. There is a desktop computer suit on the table. The quilt on the bed is lying casually. A plastic three-sided conical round corner is exposed on the wall near the window. Although it is invisible due to the visual line, it is probably a suitcase. There is a large washbasin on the ground that I just saw behind. Oh, and I may also work as a part-time washing basin. Zhang Chunqin said that men's rooms are indeed like gold foil.

Suddenly Zhang Chunqin realized something was wrong. Where is the people in the room? It took more than a minute to walk to the room and open the door. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but sigh that Yi Song's speed was really fast, and then some thoughts seemed to emerge, and a dirty smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

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"How is it, Fury." After finishing his self-strategy-style enjoyment, Colson remembered that he had a friend and asked with a joke, "Is it very high?"

"Not yet." Nick Fury shrugged, then lay on the bed to signal the technician to continue, "My last time was when I was serving in the commando."

"Really?" Colson complained to Yi Song when he heard this, "Yi, this is one of my best friends. Don't send me the inferior goods."

Hearing Colson's complaint, Nick lay on the bed without moving, and nodded in his heart: You have finally found your brain.

"It's absolutely nothing." Yi Songxin said that you always drink something like a few dollars and 12 yuan of Chinese coins. How bad can it be? You're meticulously showing a perfect smile on your face. "The health wine in our store is one of the main features, and I won't smash my own signature."

"Hmm." Colson raised his chin with his eyes empty, shook his head at the same time, and showed a funny look like you were making up for me. Nick Fury saw it and thought that this place was indeed a relaxing place for Phil.

"In fact, everyone's physical fitness is different." Yi Song understood Colson's facial language and thought to myself that I could make it up. So he said with a sincere smile, "Maybe Mr. Fury's physical fitness is too good or too bad, so a cup may not be enough..." Yi Song was about to take a business order by the way.

Nick also agreed with this statement. After all, there are two precedents, and it will be invalid if it doesn't make sense.

"Then give us one more drink," Colson said "generously".

"No problem sir." Yi Song, who received the double order, took it easy to prepare. Although this little money is now optional for him, the pleasure of making money can still stimulate his nerves.

Thinking that if the two of them didn't drink some flowers today and went out to talk nonsense, they smashed the massage shop's signature, they would lose a money tree. Yi Song spent 50 gold coins to buy a bottle of life potion (continuously recovering 150 health points within 15 seconds). After the Erguotou was hot, he estimated that he added about one-tenth to one-fifth of the dose of red medicine to each glass of wine, and then added some more ingredients to conceal the slightly reddish white wine after adding the red medicine.

"This is a large-dose health wine specially made for you," Yi Song said, sending the two glasses of wine with 25 wolfberry added to the hands of both.

"..." Colson and Fury sat on the bed, looking at the half cup of wolfberry in the small glass in front of them and the slightly red liquid above. They looked at each other and saw the look of "he seemed to be teasing me" in each other's eyes.

"So, the large dose you are talking about is just this pile of wolfberry?" Nick said the question in a confident tone.

"It's not exactly, they are just part of the recipe. You will understand after you taste it." Yi Song owed seriously, and thought to himself that you would shut up after drinking it.

"Whoa!" Colson, who was ecstatic, drank all the liquid in the cup in two mouthfuls, and then turned the glass to shake the wolfberry sticking to the wall and bottom of the cup into his mouth. He chewed while saying in a slight manner: "It's this (that'sit)...it's the familiar feeling."

Fury tasted it lightly this time, smacked his lips, his brows frowned due to the familiar smell, and then felt an unreasonable heat flow all over his body, but it disappeared before he could feel it carefully.

So Fury drank the remaining wine in one sip, swallowed them with the pain of his throat like a scratched pain, and the warm current reappeared. Nick Fury could feel them flowing through his internal organs, and then gathered a larger heat current to flow towards his neck, and then... then disappeared.

Just that? Nick opened his eyes, lay halfway down and sat upright again. He thought for a while, looked at Yi Song, shaking the glass with only a piece of wolfberry left and asked, "I don't know if there is a package service in your store."

"No, but there can be." With his understanding of the agent leader, Nick Fury knew what he wanted to do when he sticks out his butt. He thought that he could study it casually and I would lose. First of all, Mr. Yi Song, who had the idea of ​​diluting red potion to sell health products and beverages, said that the red potion bought from the store can only exist for two hours. Yi Song estimated that this was to prevent gamers from making money through the game and thus achieving the purpose of free gameplay. After all, he wanted to get it, and there was no reason to plan.

Secondly, the potions produced by the system have a characteristic. All potions and bottles are a whole. No matter how many portions are divided into, as long as they are not used, once Yisong sells the remaining potions and bottles back to the store, all unused potions will be recycled by the system wherever they are. This is also a painful lesson Yisong only learned when he paid nearly $1,000 when making health-care beverages.

"Then please pack the rest." Nick Fury decided to go back and start a special research team, and smiled self-deprecatingly, "From a poor man." Colson raised his eyebrows slightly, seeing what the director wanted to do. Although he felt sorry for Yi Song, this was something he should have done last time and forgot to do.

Yi Song turned around and went to the employee lounge, poured the contents in the glass into a disposable paper cup, then put a bag back to the massage room, and said, "Chenghui's packaging fee is $2, and we will calculate it together when we check in at the front desk."

"So goodbye." I was bald... Oh no, Director Fury, who was in the health of all agents, had no intention of staying there, "Let's go, Phil."

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Chapter completed!