Let Go Of That Primordial Man

Just when the god Zhang San, who had been turned into a dog, was still drinking water desperately.

Mr. Niu is also flexing his hands, wandering around his own teahouse like a lion patrolling his territory...

Master Wang, how are your luck today? It seems that you have won a lot today! Master Niu greeted.

The person he was greeting with unusual familiarity was an old man who was killing everyone on the mahjong table. In front of the old man, there were already a lot of pills piled up.

Afterwards, he handed out a circle of cigarettes and chatted casually with the other people on the mahjong table.

Mr. Niu walked to the next pavilion and chatted a few words with the wealthy guests in the teahouse who were familiar or unfamiliar.

The above is Mr. Niu's new work routine after the teahouse reopened.

After the teahouse finally had enough manpower, Mr. Niu also expanded the size of the kitchen several times; Xiao Fan, his cheap apprentice, took charge of this important department.

After the last battle with the Black Tiger Gate, the old guys from the Zixiao Sect were forced to use it.

Mr. Niu no longer plans to let them serve as waiters in the teahouse; except for letting them be transferred into the kitchen in batches of ten people to take turns to help Xiao Fan.

The remaining personnel have been practicing.

Moreover, Master Niu not only took care of the elixirs they needed for daily practice; even if they got some weapon-refining materials in the teahouse, he also kept them all for them.

He plans to train these old guys into real people at all costs, and they will be strong real people who can fight and resist.

no way! In this unfamiliar land of God, the only people that Mr. Niu can trust so far are these old guys.

Master Niu himself doesn't know when he will be able to cultivate into a real person.

In order to make the fighting power at hand stronger, Mr. Niu can only train these tigers first...

Of course, after doing this, poor Mr. Niu was finally freed from the smoky and hard days in the kitchen.

From now on, I will have more time to start to build my own network of contacts in the Kingdom of God. By the way, I can also inquire about various gossips in the Kingdom of God.

After half a month, this guy is really thriving.

Even the five major sects, as well as the top real people, maintain their own identities and rarely appear in the Zixiao sect's teahouse.

But Mr. Niu relies on his fortune in the teahouse.

From time to time, they would give out a round of cigarettes, a free tea egg, or a pack of spicy sticks.

After some manipulation, he successfully fought with the heads and elders of other sects; the reputation of Boss Netherworld's boldness and generosity gradually spread.

At this point, you can say without humility:

If something happens to Mr. Niu, who is currently in the cultivation lineage of the human race, he will definitely be much easier to use than Master Zixiao after telling his name.

Even at this guy's current level, he hasn't even reached the level of a god.

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Mr. Niu was wandering leisurely in one pavilion after another while he was coming down.

Suddenly, a goddess who looked like a young woman trotted towards him; Mr. Niu remembered that this young woman wearing a cheongsam uniform could be regarded as the foreman among the waiters in the shop.

Mr. Niu even remembered her rather unique name: Bilian.

The reason why I remember it so clearly is because Mr. Niu heard some very exciting news from his cheap disciple Xiao Fan:

It is said that the old man Shang Tuo, the second generation leader, has some thoughts about this little widow.

It's a pity that Luohua deliberately follows the flowing water, but the flowing water is ruthless; it seems that Bilian, the little widow, has never looked at that old guy Shangtuo!

This young woman named Bilian was already slightly plump in figure.

What's more, at this time, the young woman, wrapped in a tight cheongsam, looked more and more wealthy. No wonder Shang Tuo, an old man, was very obsessed with her.

I don't know if it's intentional or unintentional.

When this pretty young woman ran over in high-heeled shoes, the trembling and moving sight made even Mr. Niu, an honest man, feel inexplicably agitated.

There was still a long distance between the two of them; Bilian cried out delicately:

Boss Netherworld, there is a table of special guests over there. I specifically asked you to come over. I want to talk to you about something important.

Special guest? Is it the kind from Black Tiger Gate again? Master Niu asked subconsciously.

If this is really the case, then he plans to call a group of security guards to go there together; he will have to wait a few days, and today he will prevent them from leaving his teahouse.

Just when Mr. Niu was about to raise his hand to signal and call for a team of security guards to come over.

Bilian realized that she had caused Mr. Niu's misunderstanding because she did not explain the situation clearly, so she quickly stepped forward and hugged Mr. Niu's arm.

In a hurry, he hurriedly explained:

Boss Netherworld, you have misunderstood. The guests at that table are definitely not looking for trouble; they are said to have flown all the way to come here to meet the alien race in our teahouse: the Huitou tribe.

They want to invite you over for a chat because of some other matters.

After hearing this, Mr. Niu stopped planning to ask the security guards to come with him; then, he followed the young woman Bilian towards the pavilion.

Maybe it was because both of them didn't notice it.

In other words, these two guys forgot this point intentionally or unintentionally.

While walking all the way, Bilian kept holding Master Niu's right arm firmly in her arms.

And what was extremely excessive was that she placed Mr. Niu's entire right arm right in the middle of her abundant capital; making Mr. Niu's originally fast pace become slower and slower...

Mr. Niu had already heard about the Houtou clan when he was in the lower realm.

It is said that their tribe of aliens are all born with wings on their backs and can fly at an astonishing speed, like darlings in the sky.

In addition, except for the mouth, there is no big difference from the human race.

Their mouths are said to have grown into a pointed beak shape; Mr. Niu imagined it in his mind, isn't that the shape of Lei Zhenzi's friend?

After being stirred up with evil spirits, Mr. Niu finally met the first foreign customer since the teahouse opened in a secluded pavilion:

The pavilion is full of dozens of Lei Zhenzi of various styles and ages.