The male ticket is the lighthouse jellyfish [Live]

"Holy shit, I'm so cheap, I only pay ten yuan for a kiss? It's only five yuan for a touch? Hey, it's one hundred yuan a time. Go find one on the street." Du Feng looks so handsome, even if he's going to be a KTV It must be thousands of dollars a night.

one hundred?Why not grab it.

Grandpa is too good at settling accounts, according to this algorithm, he will never finish in his lifetime.

"I can't help it, I have to calculate the cost." The grandfather counted for him with his fingers, "Look, hey, you have to do the aftermath work once, and you have to buy clothes and cook for you. You need money for a bath, right? Counting from seven to eight to eight, I'm still at a loss."

Du Feng: "..."

"Give me the bill, and I'll pay it back myself!" Damn it, he'd be paid for nothing if he got kicked out like this.

"Don't worry." The old man smiled and picked him up, "If you can't reach an agreement, you can continue to talk, you usually don't even understand this in business, so how about it, one kiss is twenty, one touch is ten yuan, hi one is two Hundred, doubled for you."

Du Feng rolled his eyes, "Hurry up and give me the bill, I won't let you pay it back!"

"Don't, I'll raise it for you again." (⌒v⌒) "For the sake of your hard work to make money, I'll raise it to fifty for a kiss, 25 for a touch, and one thousand for a hi. times."

"Get out!" Du Feng pretended to be angry, "Am I a commodity? You still bargain to calculate the cost, why don't you buy a doll and want to be happy every day?"

The old man hugged his hands and feet, not letting him move, "The doll is dead, but you are alive, how can you compare?"

Du Feng struggled violently, "Go away, I won't be with you anymore."

The old man hurriedly coaxed him, "Okay, okay, I'm just kidding, you are all mine, and the debt you owe is naturally mine, who made me your husband?"

"That's what people say."

The old man laughed loudly, "It costs several million a year to keep a vase. You are much more useful than a vase, so it's worth tens of millions."

"Yeah." Du Feng agreed.

He is not a master who just goes out and goes in. He sells a few treasures to the grandfather every year, and the net profit is tens of millions.

"How about this, how about a hundred for a kiss, fifty for a touch, and ten thousand for a hi?"

Du Feng: "..."

"Kissing for a few hours at a time, touching for a few days, and having sex for a month is enough." (⌒v⌒)

Du Feng: "..."

"You might as well just kill me!" Du Feng bent his knees and kicked He Shui with his heels.

Caught halfway by He Shui, "Stop making trouble, stop making trouble, you are so tender, I can't bear to be high for so long."

One of Du Feng's legs was clamped by him, and the person was hugged by him from behind, almost unable to move, "There are people everywhere, let me go first!"

The old man kissed him, "It's okay, we are ugly, no one pays attention to us."

Du Feng: "..."

In fact, the two of them are not ugly, the grandfather is not ugly, and Du Feng is not ugly, but everyone is watching the activity of opening the demon-locking tower ahead, and no one pays attention to them.

The old man hugged him and carried him to a higher place, "Let's stay away, there will definitely be a catastrophe here later."

"What catastrophe?" What did the old man know?

"You'll know after reading it." The old man didn't say anything specific.

"But my mother is still down there." Du Feng was a little worried, "Is there any danger?"

"There must be a little danger, but your mother is not a vegetarian, she is much more powerful than you."

Next to the demon lock tower is a prototype stone ladder, row by row, like a gymnasium, and the place where the competition is held in the middle is the position of the demon lock tower.

It's very tall and spectacular, reaching straight into the sky, even if you get a little closer, you can feel a strong oppression, and the oppressed person can't breathe.

I didn't feel this way when I was with the old man, but once he was alone, he felt uncomfortable.

The old man moved back again, and stood on the highest stone ladder, looking down at the dense crowd of people, huddled in a circle, as if they were discussing something.

He couldn't hear it too far away, and it was already more than 50 meters away. He could perceive, "What did they say?"

"Discuss who will save the effort and who will contribute." The old grandpa is clear on the sidelines, "Humans can't trust us in the demon world, let the demon world contribute, humans defend, and the demon world thinks that humans are unable to protect them. The two groups of people are noisy, like a vegetable market. Comes with a bargain.”

Du Feng remembered that the old man had bargained with him just now, and couldn't help giving him a blank look.

The old man knew what he was thinking, and rubbed his head with a smile, "I'm just kidding you, they are serious, they can't be compared."

Of course Du Feng knew that the old man was joking, but he was still very unhappy.

"I'll stew big bones for you at night, eat as much as you want." (⌒v⌒) "There's also sauced beef, and some mutton, too. Do you want sauced pig's trotters?"

"Yes!" Du Feng immediately surrendered, "I still want Jiang Baiye."

"No problem, all of them." (⌒v⌒)

Du Feng was satisfied, and his anger dissipated. Together with the old man, he stood on the high stone ladder, wrapped in the old man's black robe, only his head was exposed, which looked like an extra from a distance.

"Show affection will be beaten." Du Feng poked the old man's arm.

"I won't hit me." (⌒v⌒) "Whoever is ugly will hit him."

Du Feng: "..."

I have never seen such a treacherous and shameless old man.

It seems that the bottom line has been discussed. The demon world and the human world will each send some people to contribute and defend. They will take both, and no one will take advantage of the other.

Du Feng was honest for a while, watching quietly.

The group that his mother arranged to contribute, like him, also had Second Uncle Xuan Ming, two great monks, and several people standing behind them.

The immortal envoys from the demon world, Hua Luoluo, Hei Yu, and two others he didn't know, also stood behind a group of people who seemed to be protecting their safety, but the old man was not on the list.

The old man was watching the play, and Du Feng followed. There were also a large group of people watching the play, but they were all driven out of the circle, and there were guards nearby, as if they were afraid that they would get out of the way.

"The good show is about to begin." The old man asked him to watch with wide eyes.

Du Feng also did it truthfully, staring down nervously.

A burst of multicolored magic power appeared in the air, the fucking one was red, the fairy was golden, the black jade was black, Hualuoluo was green, and the one next to Hualuoluo was also green.

Du Feng suddenly understood, "That's Feichen!"

Hua Luoluo wasn't with them, so she must have been entangled by flying dust. As for the last yellow one, it's soil type, but I don't know who it is, I don't know it.

He doesn't know him, but the old man does, "That's Huangshan Zhongxiao, who is equivalent to a mountain god."

In fact, even if the grandfather said, Du Feng still didn't know him.

"A few years ago he was better than me, but now he is not as good as me." The old man kissed Du Feng while talking, "Thanks to you, Xiaotiandi has developed well in the past two years."

"Huh?" Du Feng grasped the key point sensitively, "What do you mean being in my light?"

The old man didn't want to tell him, so he said vaguely, "It's nothing, just look ahead, something big is about to happen."

Du Feng quickly looked forward, and sure enough there was movement.

In the middle there was a Taoist priest wearing a black robe carrying a large flag with mountains, waters, people, and demons on it.

"That's the summoning flag. Only monsters whose names are called can come out." The old man automatically acted as a commentator, trying to divert his attention.

However, Du Feng is still more concerned about what He Shui said just now. What does it mean that Xiaotiandi developed so well after being exposed to his light?

What light does Du Feng have for him to touch?

If you must say that there is indeed one thing, Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball has its own dragon luck, and the subconscious is also affecting him.

But his mother said that his luck was too bad, and his luck was even worse after he practiced, even the dragon balls couldn't protect him.

Dragon Ball can't protect him, so can it protect the Lord's grandfather?

Or what did the old man do to restore the light to Dragon Ball?

Possibly, after all, there are medicines in the baths that are given to him every day, medicines in the food, medicines in the water, medicines in the practice, and medicines, almost never leave the mouth, it is impossible to just clean up the impurities in his body, there must be other uses .

No wonder Dragon Ball has been feeling a lot more active recently, like a careful baby, moving from time to time and kicking Du Feng.

Most of the monsters that the old man gave him to drink, Du Feng could only absorb five or six layers, and the other three or four were sucked away by the dragon balls.

Sometimes I can feel a big golden bead with inner vision, and a golden dragon coiled on it, sleeping sweetly in his body, flicking his tail occasionally, playing with his true energy.

There are two strands of zhenqi in Du Feng's body, one strand of yin and yang fish, which came out of practicing "Yin and Yang Returning to Yuan Gong". His mother gave it to him, and it can be regarded as his family's inheritance. The infuriating energy is sometimes white, sometimes gray, and sometimes green, and it can change as you like.

The two kinds of zhenyuan are located in two places, one on the left and one on the right, supporting each other and repelling each other. They often fight back and forth on their own, because both of them refuse to admit defeat, and if you are strong, I will be strong, so Du Feng has also benefited. You don't need to cultivate your true essence and it will work on its own.

This was arranged by the grandfather, because Du Feng is lazy and often slack off. Only in this way can he not slow down the progress of others.

"The summoning flag is a bit strange. No one responded after calling several times." There is a bell on the summoning flag, which rings once to call once, but no one answers after ringing several times.

"Is he dead?" Du Feng asked curiously.

The old man shook his head, "It should be, and it shouldn't be."

Why did he say that, because he is not sure, although his friend has a good cultivation level, but who can guarantee that there will be no accidents.

Just as the old man was about to go down, a ray of light suddenly flashed and rushed towards him, the speed was comparable to the sun.

The old man clamped his two fingers side by side, and the thing revealed its prototype, which turned out to be a letter.

White, no signature or pattern, simple black letters on a white background.

"Old friend, the longer you grow, the more stupid you become."

The old man casually threw it to Du Feng, "Written for you."

Du Feng: "..."