Chapter 227: Crowds of people [Additional update 2 for the leader [Tong Dahuhu]]
Anyway, for Feng Yin, if there is any good thing, it must be given to Feng Ying first, and if there are more, it will be the turn of others. This has always been the case, and there has never been an exception.
It is precisely because of this change that Feng Ying is still sleeping soundly.
As for the little snake... it was simply due to a weak foundation. It was sleeping unconsciously under Fengyin's bed, passively shedding its skin...
The only thing that made Feng Yin a little curious was that... all snakes will grow a circle after shedding their skin, and it is rare to escape from this pattern.
But after the little snake shed its skin this time, its color remained the same, but its body seemed smaller than before.
Feng Yin almost thought it was his imagination, but when he took a chopstick and measured the part where the snake had finished shedding its skin, he realized that Jing was really like this, and he couldn't help but be puzzled.
Also...
At the back of the little snake's head, there is a faint sign of a bulge.
Feng Yin Shishi suspected that he had grown horns and wanted to transform into a dragon, or something else?
But after seeing and judging it, Cat King concluded that this was definitely not the case.
Because whether it's a dragon, a dragon, or any other species with horns, no one has horns growing on the back of their heads.
Therefore, it is still undecided how the little snake will change.
At this moment, Feng Yin could only wait passively.
Feng Yin comes to visit this place every once in a while; once the little guy squirmed like this for a whole day and night, and then retreated a little bit. Looking at this posture, when it finishes molting, it will have to go at least until tomorrow morning.
Moreover, I'm afraid I don't even know what this gadget is on my head.
Because none of its ancestors has ever successfully evolved.
There is absolutely no experience to speak of, and there is no such thing as ancestral inheritance for reference.
I guess the little guy would be confused when he woke up and was asked by Feng Yin.
What does this look like?
Is there a solid tumor on the back of the head?
That night, the Qiankun Tower was unprecedentedly grand, and it went straight to the point where it was hard to find one!
Just because today is really an ordinary day, when it comes to auctioning spiritual beasts and demon pets, the S family all needs them, regardless of whether they are injured or not.
Even if it can be said to be an urgent need, there is still no price and market. It is hardly the seventh life on the battlefield. The level of competition is unimaginable!
For the seventh time, the real focus is still on... Today, Bao Lao will announce matters related to the miracle doctor's treatment.
And that is undoubtedly an important event that everyone is eagerly looking forward to.
As a result, the crowd in Qiankun Tower was like a small sea.
Downstairs and upstairs, everything was delayed and all seats were full.
The original simple private rooms were temporarily isolated into one or four large single rooms.
However, the price of each large single room has gone up instead of down, and is twice as expensive as the original one; the price of a small private room is still two times higher, and it is still known as a private room!
The so-called Tianzi Room No. 1 is only eight square meters in total. It can accommodate two people, which is not the limit.
Under the rows of seats above, there were even eight people sitting in some seats: one on the right and left armrests, and the thinnest person sitting in the front of the chair.
There's never been such a situation where two people were so awkwardly squeezed under the same seat.
In that case, those who are slightly thinner can feel better. Some fat people also use that method to squeeze under the same seat. This will not only overflow the fat, but also directly affect the aisle.
This made the aisles crowded with people who bought standing tickets and were extremely full.
Who wants to sit next to a greasy lump of pork, but as long as you can sit on it, everyone is standing and can be messed with!
In any world, the weak are not unreasonable!
Even if I ask for a standing ticket, I can only frown and hold my breath.
As time went on, the number of people became more and more crowded. Looking up from the stage, one could almost see everyone’s face.
It was obviously not the coldest weather in the world, but the people outside the small hall were so crowded that a cloud of mist rose above their heads, making it a spectacle.
Often, no one would suddenly start scolding: "You stupid old lady... Who the hell farted when there were so few people in such a crowded place?!"
People around him had the same reaction: looking guilty, then covering their noses!
It seems like that would prove that it was him who did it!
They are all veterans, and in the performing arts class, no one still gets perfect marks.
The commotion will not come to an end until the stench dissipates.
However, now, nearly 100,000 people have been squeezed out of the place that can only accommodate 8,000 people at best!
Just think about it, how many people are like this?
It's also a lack of people who fart on purpose.
In addition, people who have never eaten food with pungent tastes often burst out with thunder, almost saying that the detonation of biological and chemical weapons can make the faces of people within a few feet turn blue, and the pain is like giving birth.
, just like being poisoned.
The curses that followed were mixed with local dialects, one after another, it was really... spectacular!
Often when there is a curse on the right, the left will follow, and then in other directions, there will be a sound...
Outside Tianzi Room 1 on the seventh floor, Dong Tiesong was sitting on the right, with Shi Shuyou not yet beside him.
Both of them were full of words.
Dong Tiesong looked anxious: "Did you really think that there were not so many injured people on that day? You are just a fool. If you treat them one by one, you will be able to treat them even if they exhaust a miracle doctor to death, right?"
Old God Shi Shuyou was here: "Why is he slowing down? With fewer people and more people, can it hinder his old devil's affairs?"
Shi Shuyou cursed: "The lack of people and the large number of people are just the same for his old guy, because he is so good! I am still good! I must be allowed to line up with the hundreds of thousands of people outside."
Wait until the year of the monkey and the month of the horse?!"
Jiang Changhai rolled his eyelids: "Calm down your impatience, he is the elder of the Demon Palace, where is the rest of his calmness?"
"Then where are you? What he saw was only those who had no seats, or those who had bought standing tickets. Those who came late, bought tickets, and there were at least not a whole street of people standing inside... He said that he
What are you trying to do to slow down? It seems like you can treat him first when he is relieved."
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Dong Tiesong seemed to have nails stuck in his butt. He stood up and walked around outside the simple private room of only eight square meters, like a donkey that had been blocked from the spacious grinding path.
Occasionally I stuck my head out of the window on the other side and saw that under the snowy streets inside, it was really full of people, packed to the brim and crowded.
"There really aren't that few people... You go, you are a young man in the world..."
"The young talent in Jianghu is small... Jianghu is still small."
Shi Shuyou murmured and cursed: "If I get better, I will also advise others to calm down and calm down...his grandma's back hurts when she stands talking...she's a fool who can't live for at least two thousand years, damn it"
You want me to calm down? Grandma...he is a murderer..."
Suddenly, my nose twitched, and I stretched my head and yelled at the small hall above: "Who the hell farted that? Why is it that the smell is so small, it's floating down! It also smells like carrot... So...
You young man, don’t you have any sense of public morality?”
―The smell of carrots immediately made the people above break their defenses, and the whole room was in an uproar; a small laugh.
Especially when many people knew that Shi Shuyou was the elder of the Jue Dao Demon Palace, the famous little devil. He actually opened and shut his mouth and talked about ethics... This was really the first time they had seen it.
My horizons were opened again.
There are many people who dare to say it openly, but keep their secret secrets in mind: The little devil from Jue Dao Demon Palace can actually smell the smell of radish. Is it possible that Cheng Jing tasted it carefully? That hobby, tsk
Squirt, you are the same as everyone else!
When you think about it like that, you can feel more and more happy.
It’s true that you are so funny, you are so funny, you can’t hold it back!
Shi Shuyou was still restrained and cursed angrily, his eyes like eagles; "He, he... He is so pretending to be so guilty, his burps just now don't smell like carrots... He said, he is so embarrassed
Is that the carrot for dinner?"
"Mr. Jiang...it's a carrot for dinner, but the fart just now was really made by you. Don't try to smear someone's innocence..."
"He's waiting...he's waiting..."
Shi Shuyou felt that he was about to collapse and almost jumped up. He looked down at him with a ferocious expression: "How dare he fart and piss me off... He's so fucking stupid! You should just admit... He's waiting for you to go to his house..."
The fat man cried slowly in grievance: "Mr. Jiang, let's be reasonable. Even if you eat radish at night, it will still be digested so slowly. The fart just now was at most the radish you ate at noon. The difference is that it has not been digested."
It will be so rich and mellow..."
When those words came out, Dong Tiesong was almost speechless. After a pause, he said: "He can't even study that in such a vague and clear way... What a talented person... Okay, I'm here to trouble him... I just rushed
He asked me to open my ears once!"
Hearing this, the people around him almost burst out laughing.
"What the hell, even a fart can be described as rich and mellow. I'm really convinced..."
"See you soon."
"Real talent..."
"I thought we were discussing some fine wine, but it turned out to be bullshit... It took me a long time to ask, vomit..."
"He didn't even look like he was vomiting. I could smell his vomit. What he ate was radish. The smell and the feeling were clearly like this at noon..."
It's time to stop making trouble.
To be honest, those guys who are seriously ill and injured are worried about themselves every day, and there are many rare moments when they are not so happy. Now there are so few people hanging out together. Although they are not bored, they are really endless in jokes.
There are many people who are enjoying themselves while enduring hardship, enjoying themselves while feeling miserable...
The other thing is that today’s trip was definitely a loss.
Suddenly, there was spitting in the eyes...the sound of gongs and drums suddenly started.
That indicated that the auction was about to end, and Mr. Bao was about to come out to announce something trivial.
Everyone in Dou's room became silent, and no one spoke again.