Calamity Crown

In the end, Goethe recuperated for 130 seven years.

Of course, Goethe was not alone.

Because he has someone to accompany him.

Definitely not any one of the female swordsman, the scarlet queen, the crazy female doctor, or the goddess maid. After beating up Goethe, everyone was in a stable mood.

However, the anger has not subsided.

Goethe made it up later.

Sheila was the best coaxer, and she came back with just one drumstick.

Of course, Sheila is just like Huskies, let go.

During the seven years of recuperation in 130, the most important companion was Skiffins Steinbeck.

As a patient.

"Stealing the path of the Mirror Witch, and then defeating the Wither Witch and the Forge Witch, is truly remarkable."

Goethe admired.

"This is the 950th time you have said that I am amazing, but I still have to say it again, I used the Mirror Witch's 'Copy' to copy the props on me countless times, and I won the battle with casting and props. The so-called Forge Witch."

"As for the withered witch?"

"I just gave her a taste of the Steinbeck family tradition."

Skiffins Steinbeck was sitting in a chair peeling apples.

Wait until the peel is done.

Divided in two, gave half to Goethe, kept half for himself,

Goethe asked after taking a bite.

"I heard that you found a woman you love?"

"It's not love, it's optimism."

"A very interesting woman."

"I want to give it a try—if possible, please keep it a secret from Shila. Although with the help of her water of life, I regained all my life span, but she has too much of a mouth."

Skiffins Steinbeck said with a wry smile.

"can."

"Wait for your wedding banquet, I will eat for a month."

Goethe stood up as he spoke.

It will be sunset soon.

He's out of business.

"Still going out?"

Skiffins Steinbeck frowned.

He still doesn't understand what Goethe's hobby is.

Why sell skewers.

"You do not understand!"

"This is life!"

"The retirement life I've always dreamed of!"

After Goethe smiled as a matter of course, he came to his shop on the little yellow cart.

The skewers in the freezer have been skewered a long time ago.

Wusu and Xuehua are also frozen.

The peanuts and edamame are also all in place.

It's just that the crayfish need to be cleaned again.

When it was completely dark, the barbecue stalls began to serve customers.

One of the tables is very attractive.

Three people.

A fat man, a foodie, and a sick man.

A foodie and a tuberculosis ghost don't know each other.

Fatty is a friend of the two.

Naturally, the fat man treats guests, talking while eating.

"I just wrote an article. I kept saying that I was bloody and violent, and kept asking me to change it. It's so annoying."

"Uh-huh."

The foodie is eating with his head buried, nodding non-stop.

The consumptive ghost wanted to drink a cold beer, but he picked it up and put it down again.

He's running out of time, and if he drinks again, it's probably even less.

This meal lasted until midnight.

The fat man was so full of food and drink that he was dizzy and was called home by his wife to kneel on the washboard.

The foodie wiped his mouth, happily prepared to drink a bowl of mutton soup, and slipped away.

Only the sick and tuberculosis ghost was left in a daze.

At this time, Goethe came over.

"Is there anything else to add?"

"No thanks."

The cash-strapped tuberculosis ghost hurriedly waved his hands, got up at the same time, and was about to leave.

He thought it was the boss who was kicking people out.

"It's okay, it's okay, sit down."

"Come on, this skewer, I invite you."

Goethe put a bunch of meat skewers in front of the consumptive ghost.

The tuberculosis ghost didn't move, but looked at Goethe vigilantly.

"Don't look at me like that, I just want to eat with someone, it's too lonely to eat alone."

As Goethe spoke, he opened a bottle of beer, and then went to fry two more crayfish.

Thirteen spices and mashed garlic.

Goethe said while peeling the shrimp.

"Do you think people nowadays are weird? They can't live a good life. They have to find excitement and play underground games."

The consumptive ghost was silent.

Just listening to Goethe chatting.

When he heard that the underground game could make money, the sick tuberculosis' eyes lit up.

Start to ask carefully.

This question lasted for more than an hour.

After Goethe finished eating, he began to clean up, and he also ate a lot of sick and consumptive ghosts, and began to help.

"Thanks."

Goethe smiled and thanked.

"I ate a lot of your skewers."

After the tuberculosis put away the last stool, he turned around and prepared to leave.

"Hey, buddy, what's your name, come here often in the future."

Goethe shouted towards the back.

The tuberculosis ghost didn't turn around, but left a clear figure of his back under the starlight, and replied vaguely——

"Qin Ran."

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