[MTL, BL] There Must Be Something Wrong with My Krypton Game

1.20

This was the most inexplicable day spent in the Zen Yuan.

The Wutiao family relied on the Wutiao Wuduobao to remove a few curse spirits, and reported to the director's department to "borrow someone" from the Chanyuan. No one wanted to go, so the shameless gang picked him up early in the morning, packed him, and sent it to the Wutiao family.

In the morning, I wanted to join in the fun to see the legendary six-eyed kid, but I didn't see anyone and had a fight with the foreman, not only deducting two months' salary, but also missing dinner.

...Well, conjurer, it's the same everywhere.

Those who can beat them look down on them, and those who can't beat them use sly tricks.

Zen Er's index finger clasped the pull tab of the beer, and the cashier next to him hurriedly stopped him, "Wait, sir, you don't seem to have paid for this...

" , "I didn't say no?"

Chanyuan Zhen Er was drinking beer, looked down, and touched his pocket with one hand.

It was empty, and there was absolutely no shadow of the two five-hundred-yuan coins that were supposed to be there.

Chanyuan Shi Er: "..."

Very good.

He threw the can and beer back, and planned to run away without any psychological burden: "Give this back to you, goodbye." The

cashier: "Wait a minute-!!"

With the cashier's scream, he rushed out At the door of the convenience store, the Chanyuan hit someone, and he pushed the person away without even looking, "Hey, get out of here, before I beat you—" Before he finished

speaking, he was hugged by him. .

The boy who bumped into him hugged him and started crying, "Brother—"

Chanyuan Shi Er:...?

Chanyuan Shier: Who are you?

"Huh?" The man lowered his mouth with a fierce expression, "Little devil, who is your name—" The

voice stopped because.

The teenager looked at him with hazy eyes, suddenly poured out the plastic bag of beer, and stuffed stacks of banknotes into it.

One hundred thousand.

half a million.

one million.

The unfinished words were completely swallowed into the stomach.

The young man raised his head and handed him the plastic bag, "Enough, enough?"

Chanyuan Shi Er: "..."

Is this the joy of eating soft rice?

A magician can be regarded as a high-paying profession, but the Chanyuan is not a magician.

When I was a child, I couldn't see the magic spirit, and basically lived on the leftovers. When I grew up, although I barely made some money by removing the magic spirit, the speed of the consumption of the magic tools was basically the same as the income of the magic spirit, which kept him at the same level. Poor baseline.

Although, apart from betting on horses and offering bounties, he had never thought that money could come so easily.

It's a path he never imagined.