People Sign In At The Mountain Village Leisurely

Chapter 136 Dragon Team

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Liu Pingan should still eat, drink, and he didn't plan to prepare another meal at home.

Anyway, they are all prepared, but they are indeed not prepared anyway.

He is not a magician, he really can't change the food of so many people.

It's useless to have a plug-in.

What he loaded was a country sign-in system, not a food supply system. The rewards given by the system are indeed magical, but they can only be obtained by completing tasks, but there is no such thing as a mall, and he can choose to buy them freely.

He still knows how many catties he has.

It is not difficult to admit that you are inferior to others.

He always knew that if there were no unexpected systems, he would be nothing.

What he is curious about now is what kind of identity is the little Fatty Lin Yu.

The rich second generation with mines at home, the official second generation with a deep background, the black second generation who pretends to be a pig and eat a tiger, or even the second generation of immortals who play a dusty game?

Anyway, Liu Pingan couldn't see what little Fatty himself looked like a big man, so he could only classify him as the second generation. He was born with a golden key and he could do whatever he wanted.

It's just curiosity, he didn't mean to ask the roots at all, he didn't even have the idea of ​​hacking around.

Curiosity kills the cat, the more you know, the more trouble.

He is a small farmer, and he doesn't want to cause trouble at all.

He just wanted to live his own small life with money and leisure, but he didn't want to get involved in some uncontrollable mess.

Although in fact he may have been involved, such as opening a new era or something.

But isn’t that a systematic endorsement? By all accounts, he can be regarded as a person who has backing and relying on. What's more, starting a new era or something is just a speculation or a word of mouth. In fact, it may be totally unknown. Dreaming.

Commonly known as bragging, or daydreaming.

I always think that I am important, I always think I can change the world, but I just put gold on my face.

In fact, it's just a scum, it's insignificant, it doesn't matter.

How do you say that, everyone will still turn when the earth leaves.

But Liu Pingan didn't mean to ask the roots, but Fatty couldn't help it.

He glanced at the scattered black suits scattered around the orchard, eating and drinking water and then closing his eyes for a nap. He also looked at Liu Ping An, who was thinking about dealing with lunch and drinks. He couldn't help but open his mouth.

"I said the boss, you are not curious at all what am I doing?"

When asked this sentence seemingly inadvertently, Fatty's hand tightened subconsciously, a bit like making a fist, feeling very nervous.

"Aren't you the anchor of the live broadcast? Is it okay to bring goods or something?"

Liu Pingan didn't pay attention to Fatty's small movements, and responded indifferently. After thinking about it, he added: "What is your vibrato number? Why haven't I seen the video you posted?"

"Oh, I am not mixing Douyin, nor Kuaishou, nor volcano. I am mixing Douyin, Dou, fighting Douyin, Yin, Yin & Yang Yin."

When Little Fatty said this, his little eyes narrowed, and he carefully checked Liu Ping's reaction, as if he wanted to figure out something based on this.

Douyin, is it a special edition of Douyin, the kind of ghs?

Liu Pingan was stunned for a moment, then nodded, oh, very plain.

Never heard of it, never been, never played.

So don’t care, don’t care, don’t care.

The world of the rich is another world, and the rich people play, of course, they are not on the same channel as us.

No surprises.

Little Fatty looked at Liu Pingan's plain reaction, a little relieved, and a little bit angry.

Nod, oh, it's over?

That's it?

Makes my emotions incoherent so bad?

Little Fatty gritted his teeth and raised his hand, holding the boiled egg from Liu Pingan in his hand.

The chubby fingers moved dexterously, and the egg began to rotate at the fingertips, but the egg shell peeled off but it was stuck continuously, just like the thin peel peeled off with a sharp knife.

"Wow." Liu Pingan exclaimed, alive and well just like a tubao who has never seen the world. "It turns out that you are still a magician, but if you want to perform, let's say it first. I will shoot a video and upload it on Douyin. A handful."

Little Fatty choked, suddenly frustrated, and took the double yolk with the shell peeled off into his mouth, and then he swallowed it.

"Boss, you have already realized that I am not an ordinary person, right? They are the same."

Liu Pingan was speechless and laughed. He didn't pretend to be deep, but he really didn't know how to answer these words.

Nonsense, of course it’s not ordinary people. Whether it’s a small Fatty who is not bad for money, or a black suit who is capable, everyone with eyes can see it differently, right?

Playing COSPLAY or something is just talking about yourself and your heart.

Well, what if it really means that the rich are full and have nothing to do, just playing COSPLAY?

"The boss is not an ordinary person, and there is nothing to hide. In fact, we all belong to a secret organization, which is a special department of the country..."

"Oh, I know this." Liu Pingan nodded sharply, "Dragon Group?"

This is the most famous secret organization, and it also meets the qualifications of special departments.

Little Fatty choked and shook his head.

"Then, group A? Serious crime group four? Supernatural group seven? Guoan group nine? Night watchman? Town Demon Division? Demon Division? Heavenly Master Mansion?" Liu Ping'an jumped out of the name as if he reported the name of the dish, and finally sucked. With a sigh of relief, "Could it be an Internet cafe? Your physique, this shape, uh, what, Zuan? No, that Wang Zuan?"

"What Zuan, what Wang Zuan, that's called Chen Zuan, the rank of second lieutenant, the strength is E-level perfect..." Little Fatty only felt that the teeth hurt, "You think I haven't read that phenomenon-level book?"

"Isn't it because you got a head start? I read too many novels. When you mention a special department, you think of the dragon group A serious case, the four supernatural groups, the seven groups, and the nine groups of Guoan. Si Lie Devil Si Tianshi Mansion..."

Liu Pingan was a little bit embarrassed. He looked at Fatty, and was scattered in the orchard. The man in black, who did not talk, closed his eyes and had a nap, looked like Nunu. He looked curious and Uncle.

"By the way, you are playing role-playing, right? What the hell is this acting? I think it's more like a net..."

Well, Tianluodi.com, a special department affiliated to the country, is the same as the Dragon Group, the Night Watchman, the Seventh Group of Spirits, the Town Demon Division, etc. They all exist in the novel. The average person may not be aware of it, but the book friends who are addicted to the Internet, basically I know it all.

Even if you haven't read it, you should have heard of it.

Liu Pingan’s surprise was that Little Fatty, who is not short of money at a glance, could actually read online novels. It seemed that he was not only a book friend, but a book fan.

At least he couldn't remember the Fatty Zuan's surname Chen, who belonged to Tianluodi.com, and thought it was Wang.

"Okay, okay, just as we are playing role-playing, but we are not playing the world."

Little Fatty also glanced at the people in black, and then at Liu Ping An, looking helpless and discouraged.

I'm tired, but I have to talk.

"We played Yellow Springs Road."

"Yellow Springs, point the star."

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