Chapter 710: The Female Version of the Demon King

Sasa Bright, the name sounds pretty normal.

Brett is also a relatively common surname.

But connecting the two is not the same.

Sasa is the nickname of South, which is South.

Bright, bright, bright.

This girl's name is Nan Ming!

Coincidence...or destiny?

"I have three-quarters of Chinese blood, so you can just call me Nan." Sasa said, "No, how old are you two? Are you fifteen years old? You should call me Sister Nan!"

With a tough posture, Zhang Feilin and Nan Ming succumbed to her lust, and then the bold girl who ran the ranch went upstairs with Nan Ming and Zhang Feilin's luggage in each hand, helped them put their luggage down, and beat them again. Say hello, and drove a Ford pickup handsomely to the supermarket.

From the window on the second floor, Nanming watched the buttocks of the Ford pickup truck swayed on the street corner and disappeared, and couldn't help asking Lazy God, "Lazy God, do you think the Great Demon King Nanming is a woman?"

Before, he met Nan Ming, a liar with the same name and surname, and his predecessor, Brother Daming, and here, he met another sister Nan!

But isn't the Great Demon King of Nanming a man?

"It's hard to say. The Great Demon King of Nanming in history was indeed male, but in the future, gender doesn't really matter. Let alone changing gender, it's not difficult to change the body even temporarily. Authority doesn't depend on the body. It lies in the collection of information we have, or you can call it the soul." Lan Shen said, "So..."

"So the Great Demon King of Nanming may also be a woman?"

"A chance of one in tens of thousands."

Nan Ming was still staring at the distance, Zhang Feilin patted him and said, "What are you looking at? Hooked your soul away?"

Nanming is speechless, there is a tigress at home, so it's better not to look twice.

Even so, it is still a bit hard to let go, is it possible?

This time Nan Ming was invited to Su Wenjie's house as a guest, so he and Zhang Feilin lived in the upstairs guest room.

For others, they can only find a hotel nearby to live in. Although this house is very spacious, it cannot accommodate so many people.

Hu Mengying and the others did it in the living room downstairs, discussed it for a while, and then went out with Su Wenjie, apparently with other people to deal with the matter of Su Wenjie's son Su Hao, Nan Ming and Zhang Feilin had a little matter After resting, when he came down from upstairs, only Su Wenjie's father-in-law and mother-in-law were left.

The old couple was very kind, and they couldn't believe that these two were Su Wenjie's colleagues. They asked Nan Ming and Zhang Feilin to call them papa and nana, and Nan Ming followed suit. Anyway, in terms of age, they didn't suffer.

Not long after, Sister Nan came back, still holding two paper bags of various foods, Nan Ming couldn't help paying attention to her, compared with most girls in China, she was taller, stronger, and more heroic.

She took some large items out of the pickup truck, put them in the kitchen, and waved to Nan Ming and Zhang Feilin: "Hey, Ming, Feilin, do you want to go out for a walk? I still have some time in the afternoon, bring Are you going for a stroll by the river?"

"Go." The old couple looked at Nan Ming and Zhang Feilin encouragingly, like looking at two shy children who had never been out.

When the two stood up and walked with Nan, the old lady shook her head, sighed, and said, "Poor child, you have to work to support your family at such a young age."

"It seems that the domestic conditions are still not good. Alas, I don't know how many poor children like them..."

"I'll cook something delicious for them..." The old lady got up and went to the kitchen.

Nan Ming and the others walked around Boise. This city is full of picturesque scenery. It is really a very livable city. Everyone they see seems to have smiles on their faces. Nan Ming can't imagine that he would In the distant United States, feel this "pristine" feeling.

Zhang Feilin pressed the shutter again and again. The little boys chasing each other on bicycles, the old people walking hand in hand on the side of the road, and the athletes rowing kayaks in the river are all left in her shutter.

The scenery of Boise is beautiful, but for Zhang Feilin, she prefers to photograph people.

Just like her idol Vivienne, she captures the shocking power in the details.

And Nan, who was driving them, also had the ability to see everything in the details. She saw the young couple holding hands, each of them sweeping the street with a camera, but she said with emotion: "Nana thought you two Very poor, Ming, youarea richman."

"Ah?" Nan Ming was taken aback, he asked himself that his clothes were so low-key, and he didn't know how Nan could see that he was rich.

"Your camera could buy several of my cars." Nan shrugged.

Nan Ming looked at the Sony black card in his hand, and couldn't see how this little camera could buy several Raptors.

Although the Sony black card is considered a relatively expensive card machine, it is still incomparable with most full-frame SLRs and other top luxury cameras.

"I'm talking about her, an antique Leica machine." Nan said.

A photographer once said that the sound of the Leica shutter is the best music in the world.

Nanming is not mechanically controlled. Compared with machinery, he trusts the precision, reliability and non-wear of electronic products, but he also has to admit that the feedback and pleasure that Leica shutters give people is indeed unparalleled.

This kind of antique machine, one broken and one less, usually everyone keeps it in a collection, and few people are willing to take it out to use, because many parts are not easy to match.

Nan Ming shrugged and said, "That's not my camera."

"I borrowed this film too. I don't know much about cameras, so I just use them." Nan Ming looked at the black card in his hand and said.

"It turns out that Fei Lin is the rich woman." Nan stared with exaggerated eyes, and then she squinted at Nan Ming: "Ming, do you think I am a child? You have nothing to do with a girl like Fei Lin." Uncomfortable, I also saw Sully looking at you, he respects you very much."

Sully is Su Wenjie's English name, Nan Ming didn't expect Nan to see it all at once, and had to marvel at her insight.

Sure enough, she deserves to be called the woman who has a chance of one in tens of thousands to become the Great Demon King of Nanming.

"You're rich, right, but you're not like those rich kids with eyes on the top of their heads. Su Hao is spoiled. He's so proud that he doesn't have much money. You're richer..." Nan looked Looking at Nan Ming, "And there were people driving behind you just now, are they your bodyguards?"

"Who are you? A beautiful spy?" Nan Ming glanced at Zhang Feilin, who was indulging in his own photography world, and asked Nan, "Or, are you planning to kidnap me for a ransom or something?"

"I just want to ask, Ming, are you interested in investing in a ranch?" Nan asked.

Now it was Nan Ming's turn to be surprised. He recalled the stories he had heard. In the past, China was eager to attract foreign investment, and everything could even make way for it. That was in the 1980s and 1990s.

Modern Chinese people have learned to be cautious about foreign investment, but now this feeling makes Nan Ming feel that everything is reversed.

"Chinese people finally have money..." Nan Ming really wanted to say this with emotion.

(Let’s talk about something that makes people laugh and cry. Everyone knows that Uncle Ha didn’t finish writing it, so he posted it temporarily and then revised it.

Uncle Ha looked at the backstage today and found that these revised chapters are 100 to 300 higher than ordinary chapter subscriptions.

And in the two days of the modification, even the favorites have increased by several hundred...

Now Uncle Ha feels like he can't laugh or cry, but he can't cry or laugh.

How ironic. ) (to be continued.)