Long Live Hades

Chapter 81 Playing Games With His Girlfriend!

"What are you doing, are you free?" Su Qianyin's playful and lovely voice came. "Staying at home these days is so boring, let's go out for a walk."

Wang Xiaoming was stunned, looked at the game in his hand, and then at his heroine, he was stunned, he didn't know how to choose.

In the end should choose the girl, or should choose the game.

However, Wang Xiaoming is witty, and he solved the matter with a quick brainstorm.

"Do you want to play together?" Wang Xiaoming asked.

If it's another girl... oh no, if it's another female ghost, she will definitely lose her temper at this time, but she is Su Qianyin, a ghost who forgot to kill because the game wasted time.

"Okay, okay!" Su Qianyin was very excited, and then hurriedly took out her mobile phone.

Zhang Wei watched the two of them chat excitedly, and curled his lips because he was bored.

"You two are interesting." Zhang Wei gave Wang Xiaoming a look, then turned his head and looked at his cabinet. "What should I do? Which wife should I renew tonight?"

However, the figurines in the cabinet didn't reply to him. If they replied to him, Zhang Wei would probably take it with a click.

Zhang Wei curled his lips in boredom, and sighed: "That's all right, then start to get some medicine, the last medicine was taken by Chu Xuanyuan, let's get another one."

As he spoke, Zhang Wei sat in front of his desk, pushed away the densely packed figures, and then pulled out a large box.

The big box was made of wood, and the other two people could see it every day, but they didn't notice him at all, let alone asked Zhang Wei what was in it.

Zhang Wei blew away the dirt on the box, and then coughed continuously from being choked.

Open the box, and then took out some herbs and equipment from inside.

The two people on the side, a ghost, were interested at the time, and then hurried over, touching here and there curiously.

"Hey, hey, don't mess around, many of these things are poisonous." Zhang Wei snatched everything from their hands, and then hugged it in his arms.

"Toxic? What the hell are you doing? We've been together for so many years, why didn't I know you still have this hobby?" Wang Xiaoming asked curiously.

Zhang Wei curled his lips: "This is a medical skill passed down from our family. I am a master in the family. Do you think I am just a dead fat house?"

The other two nodded affirmatively.

"How many people are there in your family?" Wang Xiaoming asked.

"It's just me." Zhang Wei shrank his neck and smirked twice.

Chu Xuanyuan shrugged his shoulders and pushed his glasses: "Even if you know a little bit of medical skills, you should be half-baked."

"Hey, hey, you speak with your conscience, haven't you taken my three-day death pill before? You have to speak with your conscience!" Zhang Wei said very dissatisfied.

"It's that 'if you take this elixir made by Dashuaibi within three days, which can double your body's strength in a short period of time, you will die within three days'?" Zhang Wei frowned. Said with a frown.

"I always feel that the name of the meatball you mentioned seems to have changed a bit, but it is still as long as a foot wrap." Chu Xuanyuan said silently.

"Actually... I really believe in you, but your appearance doesn't convince us. Generally, people with very good medical skills are old men. The top of their heads are either completely white, or there are not many at all. The root hair, and the white beard must be long, it can hang on the chest as long as it can hang on the chest, if it is exaggerated, it can be dragged on the ground as a mop, but look at you, black hair, the hair is not very sparse, and look at your hair Belly meat, good guy, if you slap someone on the face, you can smother them to death." Wang Xiaoming said with a frown. "It doesn't look like a master doctor at all."

"Bullshit! Do you have to have a beard like a mop for your medical skills to be awesome? Can't I be awesome at a young age?" Zhang Wei stood up dissatisfied.

"I'm sorry, doctors really get better with age." Chu Xuanyuan pushed his glasses, and said the truth lightly.

"Tch, look carefully, I'll prove it to you." As he spoke, Zhang Wei rummaged through the box, and then he took out something that looked like a sandbag.

"What is this?" Wang Xiaoming wanted to grab it and play with it, but Zhang Wei didn't give it to him.

Su Qianyin saw something familiar, and then asked in surprise, "Isn't this a sandbag? People still play with it now?"

Because she was not very familiar with Zhang Wei before, she didn't interrupt much.

However, seeing something familiar, she couldn't help it.

Sandbags, which seem to be played by children, have been passed down for thousands of years.

"Let me introduce to you, this thing is handed down from our ancestors, the bursting gluten."

After hearing your name, the two and one ghost were stunned.

Cracked gluten?

Is this passed down from the ancestors?Are you sure it wasn't left to you by the gluten guy downstairs?

By the way, your ancestors passed down a sandbag?Do you dare to be poorer?

Did he mean to say that his ancestor died when he was nine years old and left a sandbag as a family heirloom?

The corners of Wang Xiaoming's eyes twitched slightly, and then he secretly complained in his heart.

With an idea, Wang Xiaoming suddenly thought of a song, and then began to sing: "Have you tasted the fragrant taste, and the spicy feeling, have you sung it..."

"What are you doing? Did you start singing out of excitement?" Zhang Wei looked at Wang Xiaoming with doubts on his face, obviously he didn't understand this retarded behavior.

"Isn't this the song that the gluten guy downstairs made for his gluten? It was still sung here two years ago, but I haven't seen anyone in the past two years." Wang Xiaoming said.

"It is said that I participated in some audition activities, and now I am popular on the Internet, almost dominating half of the ghost and animal world. It's a bit far-fetched. It's just the word gluten popping up. You just evacuated so much. Come to think of it, Zhang Wei, what's the difference between your sandbag?"

"I can exorcise ghosts!" Zhang Wei said proudly.

"You can get rid of ghosts, but this doesn't prove your medical skills." Wang Xiaoming hit the nail on the head.

"No, these are all made of traditional Chinese medicine." As he said, Zhang Wei pointed to the ceiling. "look!"

Zhang Wei threw the sandbag towards the ceiling.

The sandbag rushed out quickly, and then hit the ceiling, and then Liu heard a loud noise.

The room shook a few times, and the three of them were pushed out by a strong air current and hit different places.

Wang Xiaoming was blown by the explosion, his eyes were dizzy, he shook his head a few times, and then stood up.