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Chapter 880 An Unyielding Good Dog

Only then did Zhao Quan come back to his senses, presumably it was because of the effect of the medicine?After all, it is ten times the adult dose.

In the words of the doctor, "Pay attention to the safety of medication, otherwise these medicines can make an elephant lose a hundred catties!"

Bai Xiaoxian asked for help, and he was curious about the efficacy of the medicine, so Zhao Quan went upstairs.

My God, it's amazing, before the check-out time, the renters went downstairs holding their noses.

Just ten or eight birdmen blocked the stairs.

If Zhao Quan hadn't "evacuated the traffic" in time, they would all have rolled down the stairs in a group.

After finally entering Bai Xiaoxian's room, Zhao Quan stood on the spot in a daze.

The sheets and the quilt were covered with feces, and what was even more annoying was that a picture of chrysanthemums blooming was sprayed on the snow-white walls, and some petals even bloomed on the air conditioner.

Of course, the reason for the ignorance is not only the shocking scene, but also the unstoppable smell.

But at this time, the dead dog spirit didn't have the prestige before. He was lying on the bed dying, his ears and tail were all drooping, and he couldn't even open his eyelids.But after seeing Zhao Quan, it still struggled to raise its front paws, and patted the pink flower on its head——

It said in a weak and trembling voice: "Help, I'm going to die..."

Googling...

Bai Xiaoxian didn't need his own clothes, and Zhao Quan didn't need this small hotel, but he had to find out about the dead dog spirit, so he could only hold his nose and find a super-sized convenience bag, and put the clothes in his pocket. The dead dog spirit with limp limbs was put in it, and it was tied into the mouth and carried into the trunk of the car.

"You find someone to clean up the hotel."

After explaining to Bai Xiaoxian, Zhao Quan drove away.

He had to find a place to clean up that dead dog spirit, otherwise he wouldn't stink to death.

I remembered that Taoist Master Tiehammer's house was a large courtyard in the countryside, so Zhao Quan drove over after contacting him on the phone.

While galloping on the road, suddenly a black Audi caught up next to it, beeping its horn.

Zhao Quan turned his head and saw the rear window of the Audi was lowered, and a middle-aged man shouted hoarsely to stop the car.

"I don't stop the car, the smell is all over the car when I stop, you think I'm stupid!"

Zhao Quan ignored him and continued to step on the accelerator.

But Tiguan's gas pedal obviously couldn't step on an A8L, so the other party quickly caught up again.

This time, the middle-aged man sitting in the back of the Audi didn't stop, he shouted loudly, "Little brother, do you have stinky tofu in your car? It smells good and pure. I haven't smelled such pure for many years." Stinky tofu."

"You stop and let's talk, I want to try something to satisfy my hunger!"

Zhao Quan was speechless. He took the bag of 'stinky tofu' in the trunk to satisfy his cravings. It tastes so strong...

Zhao Quan didn't dare to stop the car because he was afraid that the middle-aged man would knock over his car with the Audi if he found out the truth.

In the end, the wish of the middle-aged man was not fulfilled, so Zhao Quan drove to the home of Taoist Master Tiehammer.

After knocking on the courtyard door, Daoist Tie Hammer opened the door and came out, Zhao Quan returned to the car and opened the trunk.

Tie Hammer said with a face full of embarrassment, "Oh, come here as soon as you come, what gift do you bring!"

He spoke politely, but his feet were not idle. Roadmaster Tie Hammer quickly came to the rear of the car, and opened the trunk with full expectation.

In order not to reveal his inner expectation for the gift, he took a deep breath while opening the trunk, and then...

'Gudong' all of a sudden, Daoist Tiehammer fell straight to the ground.

Zhao Quan stepped forward to check, and saw that Tie Hammer Road grew more air and less air, and rolled his eyes.

So he hurriedly beat his chest among those who pinched him, and finally rescued him from the half-suffocation state.

Daoist Iron Hammer, who was almost choked to death by a foul stench, was greedily breathing in the fresh air. After living for more than 40 years, he finally realized the value of air.

PM2.5? He is willing to PM25, as long as he stops smelling the smell in the trunk!

(End of this chapter)