Bug Master In Doomsday

"Brother Dazhu, I know, let's not talk about these today. I will bring some side dishes. Let's go back to your house and have a drink and talk."

Yao Ping listened to Wang Dazhu’s words, his expression did not change, the corners of his mouth still had a gentle smile, but when he heard the word Shishui, his pupils couldn’t help but shrank, but they disappeared quickly.

"Good! Good! Good! Big brother has long been looking forward to drinking and eating food with you brother, let's go home quickly, I bought bulk wine today,"

Wang Dazhu pulled the corner of Yao Ping's clothes and took him to walk quickly towards his home.

"Come on, brother, sit down, I'll warm up the wine, it's a bit cold,"

Wang Dazhu opened the door of his dilapidated shack and signaled Yao Ping to sit casually, put the side dishes on the table, carrying the cheap liquor in the beer bottle in his hand.

I walked to the fire at the door of a shack next door, and it seemed that I was going to use the fire to warm the wine.

"Brother Dazhu, no need. I brought wine and it's still warm."

Yao Ping grabbed Wang Dazhu who was about to go out, took out two bottles of exquisitely packaged high-end liquor from his backpack, and then took out a bag of meaty side dishes.

"Guru" "Aping, are you rich?" Wang Dazhu swallowed, his eyes widened to look at the high-end wine and food on the table, and he looked at Yao Ping's blood-red eyes, feeling a little worried.

"Brother Dazhu, don't think so much, my brother is here today to eat, drink, and chat with you by the way," Yao Ping turned and closed the shack door, and answered Wang Dazhu in a flat tone.

"Sit down, Brother Dazhu, let's drink." Yao Ping opened the lid of the liquor, found two clean glasses, and poured a glass for Wang Dazhu and himself.

Immediately afterwards, we greeted to eat together, and from time to time we clinked glasses and drank two small drinks.

Wang Dazhu’s original nervousness also relaxed, and he chatted with Yao Ping enthusiastically and happily. When he was slightly drunk, Yao Ping put down the wine glass in his hand and looked at Wang Dazhu with a serious face.

"Brother Dazhu, didn't you ask me why I became rich?

I actually joined an organization, and there was a leader I admired that fulfilled my desire to become a superpower.

I even trusted me and gave me a platform to display my talents. I have nothing to repay. I can only use my loyalty and doing everything I can to repay that kindness."

Yao Ping took off the dark red robe on his body, revealing a chilly armor, with a sharp knife tied around his waist.

"Aping, are you... you are a supernatural person? Congratulations," Wang Dazhu was half awake by Yao Ping's armor and weapons. He was a little frightened and congratulated.

"Brother Dazhu, you don't have to be so, but we are still fellow villagers. Don't be cautious. Actually, I have something to ask you for help today. This is a reward."

Yao Ping took out his backpack, took out a heavy black flannel bag, and threw it to Wang Dazhu.

Wang Dazhu tremblingly caught the bag and pulled the rope away, and found that there were 5.6 shiny gold coins in the bag.

"This is the Golden Dragon Coin? Oh my God, how many days do I have to work to earn so much money," Wang Dazhu was a little stunned, apparently shocked by the shiny golden dragon coin.

"Brother Big Zhu, six golden dragon coins are enough for you not to work, and to live for three months in a smart way, and I promise to wait until things are completed, and there will be part of the reward,"

Yao Ping’s tone was very bewildering, sentence by sentence against Wang Dazhu’s bottom line.

"If I don't want to do it," Wang Dazhu dared not look into Yao Ping's eyes, and asked in a low voice with some guilty conscience.

"Then Dazhu brother, you may have to die today!" Yao Ping's tone was still flat, but his fingers flicked the hilt of the knife on his waist.