Chapter 989 This Ticket Is Done

"Tea house, tea house... Brother needs to digest food."

This is the first time that Fatty has completed a task independently. After experiencing the scene at the handmade beef burger shop, the excitement that Fatty had at the beginning is now gone.

The fat man who was sweating profusely wished he could drink a bucket of water. This job was not done by normal people.

So when the fat man saw Mu Fan smiling at him while holding a cup of tea, the fat man charged a hundred meters away from Mu Fan with tears in his eyes.

Like a running wild boar!

Then with a long vibrato "brother~~~"

Kneeling suddenly, he slid directly on the marble floor for several meters, and was about to hug Mu Fan's thigh.

Just as he was about to stick that big fat face to his thigh, Mu Fan stretched out his left hand to block the fat man with a slap.

"Give me a drink of water!"

The fat man tried his best to turn the crowded fleshy faces around.

"Get up first." Mu Fan only felt that the fat man's big face exploded with amazing strength at this moment, what kind of obsession was that.

"I want to drink water~~~"

"Get up and drink!"

"No, I want to drink now on my knees!" Fatty's momentum was shocking, and he wept ghosts and gods.

The few tourists around who were drinking tea quietly felt goose bumps in an instant, and looked at the fat ball over there with shocked eyes.

What a fat man!

Mu Fan felt his brain go numb, why is Fatty Harry as shameless as Bai Mao now?

Then……

The fat brother was lying on the stool, holding the teapot and pouring it into his mouth.

"Although Mao hasn't seen it yet, it's really f*cking fun..."

That sad sigh made the listeners feel inexplicably sad. This is a fat man with a story.

Mu Fan drooped a scapegoat face, watching this fat man who was about to go on strike drinking here.

"Is it safe?"

"Safety."

After Mu Fan talked with Hei, he looked at the fat man cautiously.

"Harry, we..."

"Ugh." The fat man hiccupped, retched for a while, and quickly pressed his stomach.

"You are..."

"vomit."

This hiccup came out of his nose, and the fat man was sure that it smelled like beef, hot-eyed beef.

"You should continue to drink water." Mu Fan gave up the idea of ​​communication.

The fat man nodded vigorously, and said with difficulty: "Okay...vomit."

Mu Fan looked melancholy at the sun umbrella above his head.

Hei watched the replay video of the bikini contest in the virtual space with melancholy.

Passengers around silently went to check out.

When 30 minutes later, just a piece of my most handsome white hair appeared on the face, I saw the fat man sitting on the ground like a nuclear mine at a glance.

"What's the matter? The chrysanthemum shield was robbed?"

With white hair and a flat mouth, he was about to sit down with the fat man.

"Fuck you... hiccup." Fatty blushed and was about to speak, but a beef-flavored gas bomb exploded directly.

"Say!" Bai Mao's body exploded from the spot like a spring, and looked at Mu Fan over there with lingering fear, "What's the matter with Fatty?"

The mixed smell in the nasal cavity made Baimao feel that the sky was dark.

"That...maybe I'm full." Mu Fan touched his nose in embarrassment. He just asked the fat man to sit in that restaurant. Who would have thought that the fat man ate ten three-layer beef burgers. They are all well-cooked beef that has been smashed with a stick.

In other words, the fat man ate at least 5 kilograms of beef, and the amount of salad dressing and vegetables in it was unknown.

As for the water... two buckets.

"You biochemical weapon, don't talk to me now, wait a moment." He even took out a gas mask from his bag and put it on his face, then Bai Mao sat down again and patted the fat man on the shoulder.

"It's okay, the chrysanthemum is gone, I'll give you another one."

"roll!"

The fat man didn't burp this time, but spewed out all the beef, directly covering the gas mask tightly.

"Oh, Xet!!" Bai Mao finally burst out with a swear word.

Dingchuan cannon king, legendary poet, the most handsome sun in the Federation, and the rising star of the Yin family, suffered the most terrifying biochemical attack in his life at this moment.

The hairs all over handsome Yin's body exploded, he took off the gas mask and threw it directly on the fat man's face, then jumped to Mu Fan's side with a lingering fear.

The fat man looked at the sun umbrella with a satisfied face, and murmured after depressurizing his abdomen, "It's so cool..."

"Pervert!" Bai Mao scolded angrily.

Mu Fan nodded calmly.

Then ten minutes later, the manager of the teahouse came out tremblingly with sweat on his face, and almost knelt down to the fat man.

"Guests, our tea...is really not poisonous, how about I take you to the hospital?"

The fat man looked at the sky comfortably, and waved his hands indifferently.

...

An hour later, the fat man who changed his clothes sat in the circular sofa seat with a detached face.

The fat man in a loose white robe, if you don't look at the young and overly round face, is simply a religious master in the depths of the starry sky.

Mu Fan and Bai Mao consciously sat opposite the fat man.

The three of them looked at each other with big eyes.

"What are we going to do this time? Is an auction so exciting?"

Suddenly Bai Mao asked an extremely important matter.

Then the fat man's eyes moved, and then suddenly opened round.

Suddenly realizing it, he came to his senses and looked at Mu Fan faintly.

"Why would anyone be stalking me? Why would I be eating beef burgers."

Going to such a distant planet, or what kind of Yunmei star, I have never heard of it.

After the impulse and excitement calmed down, Fatty's brain also calmed down. The last sentence was added by Fatty himself.

Mu Fan cleared his throat, automatically filtered the second half of Fatty's words, and said in a low voice: "I want to build a weapon, and there will be a core item in that auction, and I must get it."

"Mecha?"

"No, I haven't seen it specifically, but it is very important to me." Mu Fan shook his head, but did not say the specific reason.

After all, Hei and instructor Mohanda are secrets that must not be revealed.

"Okay, don't need to say more, do you want to be a good guy and do it?"

Bai Mao said proudly, he is the most handsome sun in the Federation, the great Dingchuan gun king, the world-shocking sharpshooter, the most handsome among the handsome...

Mu Fan thought for a while, then nodded: "After the photo is captured, I'll go find the blood tooth group."

In the indifferent tone, there was a kind of killing that was cold to the bone.

Fatty touched the white cloth on top of his head, and exchanged a glance with Baimao over there, both of them had fire in their eyes, "This vote is done."

Baimao's fingers tapped subconsciously on the armrest of the sofa, recalling Mu Fan's words carefully, and murmured:

"Sinkilo Business Alliance... the most there is...money. Recalling the past, it is really nostalgic."

"I really hope I won't see you again, but I really hope to see you again."

Mu Fan looked at him.

"Who?"

"Some of the guys in Xinqiluo are in the past tense." Baimao smiled, "The race there is very chaotic, we'd better pay attention to some things."