Super Dragon Cultivation System

The muscles ((rou) rou) on the fat face of the coffin shop owner twitched unnaturally.

"This master is really joking. If you are not satisfied, there is a better one in this shop, please on your side!"

The fat shopkeeper said that he was about to turn (body sh n), but was stopped by Zhang Xing.

"No need, just this one."

"Good! You are the first customer in our store today. I'll give you a 20% discount, counting you 2,400 gold coins."

The fat shopkeeper bowed his waist and smiled and asked for a price.

"The price is good. I want to ask the shopkeeper to lie down in the coffin to try it. I wonder?"

The corner of Zhang Xing's mouth twirled a playful arc.

"This ... well! As long as you are satisfied with the young master, you can call this shopkeeper (gangan) anything."

The fat shopkeeper gritted his teeth, moved a stool, stepped on it awkwardly, and crawled in like a pig.

After lying down properly, a three-point smile appeared on his face.

"Master, you see that it's just the right size, and you don't feel too anxious to lie in it."

"That's right, that's right. I said the shopkeeper. Is this what you made for yourself (body sh n), it's really appropriate."

Zhang Xing teased, and slowly pushed the coffin lid up.

The fat shopkeeper inside was anxious: "Guest, what are you doing (gan)?"

"The dispensers don't have to worry, I just cover it and see."

Zhang Xing's movement is not fast, it seems that he is intentionally slow motion.

(Kill sha) The hand feels particularly sensitive, although the fat shopkeeper doesn't see anything from Zhang Xing's action table (qing).

But he felt that the request of the young guest was strange.

Through the professional cover of selling coffins, the fat shopkeeper can say that he has seen too many weird people.

But no one asked the owner to lie in and try.

He also didn't feel a trace of (sha-sha) from Zhang Xing (body sh n).

But in my heart, there was some uneasiness.

As the coffin cover slowly slipped, the light in front of it gradually disappeared, and the fat shopkeeper became even more panicked.

No, I can't lie in it, I want to go out!

As soon as the thought came out, a snorting sound, the coffin cover was fastened and closed, and he fell into darkness.

At this moment, the two shop buddies in the shop stopped the work in hand and looked at the scene with a stunned watch.

One minute later, the sound of tapping came from the coffin, and the shout of the fat shopkeeper was still faintly heard.

"This young master ... can you open the lid?"

Zhang Xing patted the coffin cover twice.

"Since the treasurer is lying properly, rest in it."

Huh!

"Guest, don't make a joke, let me out, or I will be strangled soon."

"Oh! I'm not joking with you, anyway, you will die someday sooner or later. Instead of dying without a whole body, it is better to die here comfortably, and you can live in a house.

Zhang Xing shouted.

Huh!

"Man, come and let me out!"

The two shop buddies heard the boss's call, looked at each other, and exchanged quickly.

At this time, they clearly saw that Zhang Xing had come to find fault.

But it is not clear what Zhang Xing's purpose is.

Is it peer competition or protection fees?

These two may be quickly ruled out.

A teenager and a beauty are not like collecting protection fees at all.

Besides, Wanliu Town should do all the work, no one will come to the scene.

"Master, let us release our shopkeeper, or we will be choked to death soon."

One shop buddy courted Zhang Xing, and the other turned behind him, reaching for the coffin lid.

But the man pushed, and the coffin cover remained motionless.

He hesitated for a moment, and pushed hard again, still nothing.