100 ways to be a scumbag boss

Even if 70 of the 4 people were killed, there would still be 66 left.

This means that it is impossible that all the people here are trash, especially those demon cultivators, some of whom can breathe fire, some can turn into ice, and some can burrow underground.

After a while, he started fighting with the villagers.

The Skinless Tribe's ability to bewitch people is innate, and they are also smart, but they do not have any other talents.

In a head-on confrontation, he was quickly defeated.

The situation turned around in just a moment.

After they found that the Skinless People had no power to resist, they no longer held back. It was no exaggeration to say that they were bloodthirsty.

Shen Jinhuan just watched from the side without taking sides.

From the moment of sunset until two in the morning.

There were gusts of cold wind and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

The newly poured cement road was littered with broken arms and legs, and blood had completely dyed the entire section of the river red.

......

When she returned home, the dim light in the room was still on.

Zhou Yatang was sitting in the living room, with steam still rising from the teacup beside him.

The home clothes fit the man nicely, making him look less serious than usual.

She was stunned for a moment, then came over and sat next to him.

The sofa sank slightly, and he naturally reached out and held her in his arms, his hot breath falling on her neck.

He loves to smell himself, like a puppy, which makes people feel a little itchy.

"Uncle Zhou."

She pushed him gently, her voice trembling and hoarse.

"Ah."

"It's so late, why don't you go to bed?"

"Wait for you."

The little girl felt cold, so the man handed her the small blanket on the sofa, then stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

Jinhuan followed immediately!

"Wow~"

Cordyceps chicken soup was stewed in a casserole with ginseng slices, wolfberries and red dates.

I don't know what it tastes like, but it smells good and fragrant.

He served a bowl to the little girl.

"Did you cook it yourself?"

"Well, try it and see if you like it?"

She picked up the spoon and took a sip.

Not bad, but not amazing.

She has lived too long and eaten too many delicacies.

To the point that I become more and more picky about the normal food I eat.

"is acceptable."

Even if he favors Zhou Yatang more than himself, he can't favor himself.

She wouldn't say she liked it against her conscience, otherwise, what if the man was encouraged and cooked for her every day?

Zhou Yatang chuckled when he heard this, but was not angry.

He was already used to girls like this.

"Even if it doesn't taste good, you have to eat a bowl to get rid of the cold."

"Good~"

Letting go of the man's waist, she sat down obediently at the table, waiting for Zhou Yatang to put the bowl of soup in front of her.

He is really used to being served by others and has no sense of life at all.

However, that "other person" was also happy with it.

After eating, she returned to the room and found that he had already filled the bathtub with water. Fortunately, it was a constant temperature bathtub and the water would heat up automatically, otherwise it would have been cold long ago.

"Uncle Zhou, do you want to come with me?"

She looked up at him.

There is some "confusion" in his eyes.

His breathing was visibly disordered for a moment, but he still refused gently, "You are tired today."

She bit her lip and laughed softly.

"I'm not tired, are you tired? If Uncle Zhou is tired, it doesn't matter, I'll wash it myself."

Having said that, he moved forward.

But suddenly, someone grabbed my waist and abdomen tightly!

Everything went dark before my eyes, and the next second I was picked up by someone!

"Ah~" She cried out softly, with a smile on her lips, rippling very~

"I won't let you go even if you cry."