Fantasy: It Turns Out That I Am a Peerless God of War

"Um!"

Yi Feng nodded solemnly.

Originally, he didn't want to keep this person, but thinking of the old Wu's several years old, I'm afraid he can't do the job of picking dung, and it would be a disaster if he fell into the cesspool and drowned.

And this Lu Dasheng looked a lot younger, and just came to the door again, no need for nothing.

Hearing this, Lu Dasheng gritted his teeth and nodded.

Pick shit, pick shit.

What a big deal.

After all, didn't the three Wu Zongs just start farming work?

Besides, what's the point of picking a dung if you can get a holy treasure? I am afraid that such a thing will spread out, and I am afraid that there will be countless masters fighting to pick the shit.

So now that I think about it, this is still a rare opportunity!

After he figured it out, Lu Dasheng no longer had any resistance to picking dung. He looked at Yi Feng with his warm eyes again and said, "Don't worry, my lord, I will do my best to pick dung."

As he said that, he didn't forget to pat himself on the shoulder.

"Okay, then there you go, thirty gold coins, after picking out the dung needed here, do you have any comments?" Yi Feng asked.

"No comment."

Lu Dasheng nodded quickly, how could he not see it, this is the big guy who entered the world of mortal games, he was going through the motions, the three Wu Zong understood, how could he not understand.

"However, I have also said the ugly words ahead."

Yi Feng narrowed his eyes again and said, "Since you agreed to this matter, you won't be able to leave until you finish picking out the dung here. If you pick two days and run away, don't blame me for being rude!"

"Yes, yes, it must be finished, it must be finished!" Lu Dasheng nodded his head quickly, and said expectantly: "The senior, quickly take out the things, I will start now!"

Yi Feng glanced at him.

Although this product looks quite unpleasant, it is quite reliable to work, and it seems to be very keen on picking dung!

"Okay, come with me!"

Yi Feng said.

Hearing this, Lu Dasheng hurriedly followed towards Yi Feng.

However, he found that Yi Feng was not walking into the store, and couldn't help asking: "Sir, shouldn't this be taken in there?"

"It's not there, just here, just follow me." Yi Feng said lightly, and then Lu Dasheng walked to Uncle Wang's house next door with doubts. After talking to Uncle Wang, Uncle Wang didn't say a word, and just He lent his pair of dung buckets and poles to Lu Dasheng.

Looking at the pair of dung buckets, Lu Dasheng's eyes were about to pop out, and he pointed at it and stammered: "Big, big man, just, this?"

"Otherwise, there is no dung bucket in my house." Yi Feng said in a deep voice.

Hearing this, Lu Dasheng suddenly took two steps backwards, almost without breathing.

why.

Why is it not what he imagined?

Lu Dasheng felt sour in his heart, full of grievances spreading in his heart, and tears almost flowed out again.

"Sir, can I stop doing this work?" Lu Dasheng asked cautiously.

Hearing this, Yi Feng's face turned pale immediately, and he looked at him indifferently, and said solemnly, "You're playing with me?"

At this glance, Lu Dasheng almost lost his soul. After a shudder, he quickly waved his hand and said, "Senior, I don't dare, I'll do it right away."

"Then why don't you hurry up?"

"Today, give me the dung in the dung pit of Uncle Wang. If you can't finish it, then you are finished!"

Yi Feng shouted in a deep voice, he didn't show the slightest sympathy for Lu Dasheng, he could see that Lu Dasheng is a complete hob meat, and it is impossible for you to talk to him with this kind of hob meat.

Yi Feng's words made Lu Dasheng shiver suddenly.

Obviously, this one is already angry, and even if he is reluctant, he can only suffocate and dry his scalp.

But looking at the cesspool, Lu Dasheng's tears finally fell out, and he almost fainted.

This shit.

It's been a long time since I cleaned it up, and it's about to pile up into a fucking mountain.

But he was full of unwillingness to use it, so he started to work quickly. After all, Yi Feng's words just echoed in his ears, and he had no doubt that if he didn't finish his work, he would leave his life here.

Moreover, he didn't dare to use his cultivation base. If he collided with this person again, he might not even have the chance to pick up the dung.

Picking up two buckets full of feces, Lu Dasheng flew up, and a gust of wind was behind him.

While running, tears streamed down.

It doesn't matter if the two storage rings are lost, he is the first pharmacist in Nansha, and he also stirs up feces.

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