100 million walk alone

Chapter 22
Tang Ya opened a chat group, and the four-person team was formally established.

The fat man knew the name of the blonde girl, she was Anna Sharapova, a big girl from Raksha.

In the evening, everyone split up, Fatty prepared a bunch of strange props, and returned to his residence.

"Mr. Pei, I live in Building C, very close to you. If any suspicious person contacts you, please notify me immediately." The foreign girl Anna is very active in the group.

"I live in Building B tonight, call me anytime." Zhao Dezhu joined the group chat.

"When did you move here?" The fat man was a little surprised.

"I don't live here. Inspired by you, I found a 'a catty of psychic apples to eat all night' in Building B. The female monk brought me in, and the security didn't stop me." Zhao Dezhu sent a shy expression.

"Old Zhao, it's you who are the show." The fat man smiled.

"Teammates, I suspect that this group is not serious." Anna sent an emoji, which read "You old people criticize".

"Don't say that, it's a way for Mr. Zhao to move in through this method." Tang Ya is very optimistic.

"Just kidding, I know exactly what City Hunter usually lives." Anna sent another emoji of understanding.

In such a chat, time passed quietly.

After dinner, the fat man read a book for a while, then continued to practice boxing to lose weight.

At nine o'clock, Anna called Fatty in the group for the eighth time: "Has anyone contacted you?"

"No." The fat man replied.

Zhao Dezhu suddenly sent a private message to Fatty: "To be honest, your method is theoretically feasible, but there is a big problem in practice."

"What's the problem?" asked the fat man.

"You can feel your conscience and say that with your avatar, thank God if you don't scare the girl to tears. How could it be worth six thousand and five?" Zhao Dezhu said something serious.

"What I'm looking for is not a girl." The fat man kept his original intention.

"That's what I said, but the seven people who died all looked good. Monsters also have aesthetics. If I were a girl, I might not be willing to pay you six thousand five thousand." Old Zhao was talking nonsense.

"..."

The fat man was speechless.

He silently endured the damage from the critical strike, with his face and figure, even the monsters retreated.

Whenever he is in a bad mood, he will do a very housewife-like thing: do housework.

The fat man threw the clothes into the washing machine, then picked up a rag, and wiped the floor inch by inch, without mopping.

After venting his emotions in this way, he finally calmed down while soaking in the bathtub.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the fat man came out of the bathroom, and the clothes in the fully automatic washing machine were also washed.

He turned on the light on the balcony. He was simply drying the clothes, but he saw something not simple.

On the balcony of 1608 next door, the lights are also on, and there is also a person drying clothes.

At a glance, the steady heart that danced on the tip of the knife 101 times by the crazy beauty caused waves.

The eldest sister on the balcony next door, compared to the fat man's age, can be called a third-year female junior holding a golden brick. She looks 26 or [-] years old.

The wet and slightly curly long hair, like strands of love, entangled the man's heart.

The face under the long hair is exciting, with almond eyes and peach cheeks, full of various styles.

She also seemed to have just come out of the shower to hang clothes, wearing a black lace nightdress, with a plump and attractive figure.

The fat man saw 36E and the graceful waist of a water snake.

First impression, a stunner.

Immediately afterwards, the fat man had a second reaction: This is a master!

As we all know, with the improvement of the monk's skill, it can delay aging, beautify the skin, and the temperament will become more outstanding, and the skin will become white and tender under the nourishment of mana, with its own beauty effect.

As the saying goes: one white covers all ugliness, one fat ruins one's life.

Some female monks with very ordinary looks, after cultivating to a high level, have surprisingly good skin, gradually perfect body, subtle changes in facial features, and a sense of immortality in their words and deeds.

In a sense, this is the reason why many female monks work so hard to practice.

At the same time, it is also the main reason why countless mortal women want to awaken their spiritual roots.

The stunner in front of her proved that the rumors were true.

From her body, one can feel a kind of temperament: moisturizing.

Those who have this kind of aura are at least second-order magic body masters.

For a monk who has cultivated the dharmakaya, the spiritual roots and the body are combined into one, and a little bit of mana fluctuation will cause a strong visual effect.

For example, the eldest sister in front of me, standing on the balcony without a filter, seems to have turned on a high-power filter, the beauty effect is full, and the hazy night light exudes endless temptation.

This stunner in the world is none other than Tang Ya.

When she didn't wear glasses or a suit, she was a different person.

From a shrewd and capable female president to a charming and charming stunner.

I don't know which one is the real her, the daytime her or the nighttime her.

The fat man was a little confused, thinking of the double-faced girl, and the ever-changing fairy.

Looking at the lace nightdress, he decided to solve the problem in a mature way.

When he saw a beautiful woman wearing this kind of skirt before, he was full of thoughts about what happened.

Now seeing a girl wearing this kind of skirt, he ignored her and wondered if he would look pretty in this dress.

The sign of a man's maturity is that he has no girls in his heart, only women's clothes.

With such maturity, the fat man greeted: "Unexpectedly, you live next door to me."

"I didn't expect that you would live in the place where Sun Xiaomei was killed." When Tang Ya spoke, she quietly hid a pair of pink thongs in the basin and hung up a coat to dry.

"It's mainly because of cheapness. The rent of the haunted house is half cheaper than yours." The fat man laughed.

"We will be neighbors from now on, welcome to visit us often." Tang Ya in the evening was much softer than in the afternoon, with the enthusiasm of the big sister next door.

"Okay." The fat man nodded politely.

"Are you having supper?" Seeing that the other party didn't intend to drop by immediately, Tang Ya sent out an invitation on her own initiative.

"No, I'm on a diet." The fat man actually rejected the invitation of the beauty in the world.

"You really just woke up not long ago." Tang Ya smiled and became more radiant: "Eating spirit fruit at night will not make you fat. If you can improve your skills, it will also have the effect of losing weight and shaping your shape."

"Really?" Fatty felt that he had to learn something new again.

"The monks of the big families I know eat four meals a day, and supper is essential." Tang Ya said from experience.

"Why?" Fatty asked curiously.

"Because the energy contained in the spirit fruit is relatively large, the feeling of fullness is very strong. Even if the resources are sufficient, it is impossible to eat unlimitedly, and it takes time to digest."

"Take me as an example. I mainly eat psychic quail eggs and snow mountain milk at seven o'clock in the morning. I will be very full, and I will have the appetite for a second meal at noon."

"Dinner around 05:30 in the afternoon and supper at ten in the evening."

"In this way, people who eat four meals a day absorb one more energy than those who eat three meals a day."

"If you persist for many years, your skills will be higher than those of your peers."

Tang Ya talked eloquently, her voice was intoxicating.

The fat man is still awake: "Mr. Tang, you are a monk from a famous family, and you have no shortage of resources to eat. Many people can eat a meal of spirit fruit a day, and it is not bad. The low-level monks I know eat the spirit pot once a month, and they feel distressed to death."

Tang Ya smiled: "Don't feel bad, I invite you tonight, come here."

"Then I'm welcome."

The fat man frantically ran to the next door and knocked on the door. He wanted to see what monks from famous families would eat for supper.

　Thank you for the rewards from all the students. It is very important to follow up during the new book period. I hope you can catch up with the latest chapter.

　　
　
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