v3 Chapter 169： Shota legal

The words in the heart of Masahiko were not transmitted to the ghosts. He was stopped in the middle of the road.

The person who stopped him was a middle-aged ninja, the iconic indifference of the foggy village. When he reached out, he asked him for money.

Zheng Yan was not happy at the time, I am not your wife, grandfather, why give you money.

"To get the shelter of adults, one million each."

Just one glimpse, only then noticed that there were several civilians in the team of watermelon puffer fish, one by one wearing gold and silver, very rich.

I scanned the circle again. Although there were a lot of ninjas, the other two people had no reason to come.

"This fat man is quite greedy, is it early to collect money?" Zheng Yan sighed inside, and then looked at the ninja who reached out and said, "I didn't expect that I would be protected by someone else."

The opposite face of the indifferent face Ninja showed an impatient look. "Either save money or wait to die."

Zheng Yan was not angry. When the identity gap between the two was too great, he could not get a little anger from the rudeness of the other party.

I smiled and said, "Don't worry, one million two is not a small number. I will wait, isn't there two people who haven't come to the seven?"

I looked at him like a fool and said, "The two adults who are fighting today are the two adults."

Zheng Yan took a look at the other party's expression and took a deep breath. "Not angry, I am not angry. He and I have a big gap. If you are not angry, you will be angry if you are not angry!"

The next moment, the ninja in front of him disappeared and was thrown into the space by Zheng Yan.

"Huh ~ Shu Tan." Zheng Yan snorted, but on the surface he pretended to be a panicked look, "Ninja adults, ninja adults, people?"

The movement here also attracted the attention of the watermelon puffer fish. He waved his hand and the sneaky ghost behind him came over.

"What happened?"

The familiar "shark" accent, although still slightly immature, but Yan Yan sounds a bit intimate, the original singer of the original Zhongzheng Yan is the singer's seiyuu.

Masahiko shook his head. "I don't know. The Ninja adult just took me two million and two silver tickets. I just gave him the money and he suddenly disappeared."

The sneaky eyes were vertical and became a dead fisheye. They turned and went back to the watermelon hill puppies.

"Damn, two million!" came a thick, low-pitched voice. "Let him disappear early, don't let me see him again!"

"Adult, eight plastics should not deceive you like this, I think he wants to collect more money for you, after all, that person is holding a cat." There is a ninja opening next to it.

"Hey! Don't talk to him, don't worry about being discovered by me, why he will disappear, now I am afraid to become a rebellious, fleeing outside the village! Ghosts stay, you go chase!"

"Yes!"

In the past ten years, because of this blood fog policy, there are many rebellious appearances in the foggy village. It is already a lot of money. It’s normal to hang a lot of money, especially two million, saving a little for a lifetime. s expenses.

A few ninjas behind the watermelon puffer fish have gone away, leaving only the ghosts themselves.

"Adult, what about the cat holding over there?" Ghostly pointed to Zheng Yan, Zheng Yan still smiled and waved with him, let him slightly glimpse.

"Let him come over, not more than one."

Therefore, Zheng Yan was so brightly mixed into the wealthy merchants behind the watermelon puffer fish.

In the team, the ghosts are explaining to him some of the precautions. Zheng Yan smiled in the heart, and the fat man was willing to do the work, very serious.

"Remember it?"

Zheng Yan returned to God and smiled and said, "Remember." God knows what he remembers.

Fortunately, this is not a high school class, the sneaky is not a teacher, otherwise it will be repeated for him, then it will be embarrassed...

The ghosts turned and went back. Zheng Yan looked at the few wealthy businessmen and was really not interested in telling them something.

"The little brother of the shark face, don't worry about it, let's talk about it?"

The pace of the sneaky is stiff, and no one has ever called him.

"My name is dried persimmon."

"Ghosts? Isn't that still a kind of shark? Your parents must be the name after your birth, according to the face."

The sneaky scorpion turned into a dead fish eye, and did not pay attention to Masahiko. He turned back to the side of the watermelon puffer fish.

"Speaking of sad things?" Zheng Yan smiled in the heart, the young sneaky character and the future can be different, otherwise the knife will be cut early.

Time passed, more and more people in the venue, and occasionally a few civilians, most of them chose to accept the shelter of the watermelon puffer fish. On such a day, his income has nearly 20 million.

“The best way to get rich is to collect protection fees?” Looking at the sneaky scorpion brought a civilian wealthy businessman, where he explained the precautions, Zheng Yan’s heart.

Suddenly the whole venue was quiet, and Zheng Yan thought that the Lord was coming, looking at the entrance, but the person who came was only a teenager of about ten years old.

"This guy, a little familiar." Zheng Yan is a bit curious, this boy can not hold a cat like himself ~ www.novelhall.com ~ but also attracted the audience's attention.

"The little brother of the shark face, who is that boy?" Zheng Yan asked and smiled.

"It's a great junior." The original voice of the sneaky singer was weird. This time, it was even more ridiculous, and Zheng Yan was a little uncomfortable.

"It doesn't matter, don't worry, you are familiar with everyone in Wuyin Village. You will go to other places in the future, and others will pay attention to you."

The sneaky green face can't be black, or I think I can definitely see the black shark...

"If you are curious, go and say hello to the younger generation, see if he will cut you with a knife, but he just killed all the prospective graduates in the graduation assessment."

Masahiko stunned, but ignored the sneaky counterattack, but looked at the boy.

"Peach land is no longer? Isn't he without eyebrows?" I don't blame Zheng Yan for not recognizing it. The peach floor is no longer sneaky and has no obvious features. The only one has no eyebrows yet. The young eyebrows are very light. But there are also...

"Others are old and bald, he is bald?" Zheng Yan smiled.

The gaze caused by Peach Land is only a little while, although the Ninja of Mistou Village pays more attention to him, but now he has just become a patience.

When the peach land was gone, Zheng Yan stayed at the entrance, and he wanted to see if there would be acquaintances.

Until the elliptical hair of an eleven-year-old boy came into his eyes.

"Ya Cang? Is he so big now?" Zheng Yan roughly recalled that he was almost a dozen years away from the original work. At that time, his appearance was only a 13-year-old boy.

"It’s legally too." Zheng Yan said with a sigh of relief, and later felt that it was not a bit too... rw

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