Weird Talk Asylum Center

"It's only the third day that I can get out of bed and walk? Your boy is recovering very quickly."

Ma Yao looked at Wang Jin who had got rid of the mummy state, and couldn't help but marvel.

"Well, thanks to someone's nutritious porridge."

Wang Jin gritted his teeth, but still responded with a smile.

In a sense, it is really Hu Xiaobei's credit.

The power of the green god corresponds to vitality, let alone eating a part of him directly.

Coupled with the unique healing secret ritual of the Administration Bureau, his injuries are almost healed.

Of course, everything comes with a price.

Although the Eye of the Ancient God was able to transform the vine into pure power in time, Wang Jin still had a stomachache all day long.

And the instigator of this tragedy is waving his hand in the distance, trying to make him taste his new work.

This little fox seems to be in love with cooking, and goes to the back kitchen every day to tinker with a bunch of strange things by himself.

Such as watermelon fried ham, cantaloupe stewed grapes, cumin strawberries.

Wang Jin can understand a fox's love for sweets as it prepares for the winter.

I can also understand her obsession with Chinese cooking.

For all of this, Wang Jin's attitude is respect and blessing.

The premise is not to let him eat.

Compared with these things, Meng Yu's milk tea tofu brain seems to be much more normal.

"By the way, where are Meng Yu and Tian Gou?"

Thinking of this little loli who has become the will of the scene, Wang Jin suddenly became curious about her situation.

"The two of them didn't leave, and they will be seen in a while."

Ma Yao scratched his head, pointed to the elevator in the distance and said.

"The crisis is over, and of course the annual gathering will continue."

"But this time you can sit next to me and the deputy director. You can be regarded as half of the judges."

The middle-aged man spread his hands, and then changed back to the look that would die from overwork at any time.

"It's interesting to say, Meng Yu will definitely not be able to participate in the next competition. Guess who took her place?"

"not"

Wang Jin raised his eyebrows, he had already guessed the answer.

"Yes."

Ma Yao nodded, affirming his thoughts.

"Tian Gou is going to fight in the ring soon, we specially arranged a weaker opponent for him."

"Yo? The Administration Bureau is quite considerate."

Wang Jin smiled and joked.

"That's one of the closest people to the dream master, of course we have to do our best to pass the test."

Ma Yao suddenly stopped in the middle of speaking.

He saw the fox-eared girl running over with a plate.

"The game starts in half an hour."

Leaving behind a hasty sentence, the middle-aged man quickly left the restaurant.

"Your uncle! Wait for me!"

Wang Jin tried to move his legs, trying to keep up with Ma Yao with limping steps.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that those words were right.

You don't need to run faster than a tiger, you just need to run faster than your companions.

"Wang Jin, Wang Jin! Today is braised longan."

The girl twirled happily, showing him what was on the plate.

"Huh? What eyeballs?"

Wang Jin looked at the white sphere that seemed to be filled with uncoagulated blood, and his back suddenly felt a little cold.

"small"

Leonard's thick voice sounded, and the moment he saw the plate in Hu Xiaobei's hand, he forcibly suppressed the words in his throat.

"got the wrong person."

The strong man over two meters tall turned his head and walked away, his pace getting faster and faster.

"It's good to come."

Wang Jin took out a delicate hand crossbow from the inside of his coat, and flicked the switch on it lightly.

The iron spider roared and spewed out silk threads, tightly binding Leonard.

"Wang Jin, your uncle!"

The strong man screamed desperately, but he was helpless against the rope made of special material.

"Don't live!"

He gritted his teeth, and the howling frost froze the smirking young man to the ground.

After the life-and-death experience a few days ago, his understanding of Bei Guozhishuang has become much stronger.

So Wang Jin couldn't escape either.

After a while, Hu Xiaobei walked away contentedly holding the plate.

The two of them were left with ashen faces.

"Don't tell me, it's quite delicious once you get used to it."

Wang Jin swallowed the weird food and turned to look at Leonard.

"Nonsense, where were you when you were frying durians yesterday afternoon?"

The latter looked sad and indignant, almost crying.

"So it's durian"

Wang Jin nodded belatedly.

He thought it was the bathroom of the Administration Bureau that exploded, but he was never ashamed to say so.

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Half an hour later, the audience was in the audience.

The crowd was looking at Mustache and the extra figure beside Han Dong and whispering.

"Hiss, isn't this kid that what, Prince of Paradise?"

"Yes, it seems that Leonard has been defeated."

"But why did he go to the jury? Isn't this wrong?"

"Hiss, is he that plainclothes judge?"

"So this is ah"

"Stop talking nonsense there."

The stylishly dressed woman rolled her eyes, took out her mobile phone and clicked on the Guaitan card software.

Above is a handsome face.

Next to it is written the words "New Star in the Strange Story World" in large gold-plated characters.

Although the entire interface looks ugly and vulgar, its influence cannot be ignored.

"Look carefully, how handsome!"

The woman proudly showed the photo in her hand to others, as if it was herself.

"Look, this card is the Prince of Paradise."

"This card is the Tuner."

"I paid a high price to collect them all."

The rest of the audience froze for a moment, and then Qiqi gasped.

"Hiss, is he so famous?"

"It seems that I am ignorant."

"Hurry up, I'll buy two too, maybe it will appreciate in value in the future."

"I'll come too, I'll come too, which one of you has?"

"Look at how poor you are, I'll just krypton ten ten consecutive draws!"

"I krypton twenty!"

"I krypton a hundred for Brother Wang Jin!"

The crowd became chaotic, and Wang Jin's face was covered with black lines.

What Ma Yao said was right, the Administration Bureau would only give Wang Jin some small promotion to make him popular in the strange talk circle.

But he didn't think about it.

Wang Jin is handsome.

Although she doesn't dress up deliberately, she has a mature and stable temperament, a gentle and sunny smile, and confident eyes.

Obviously super attractive, okay?

"I'm sitting here myself, why don't you just give me the money?"

Wang Jin sighed, he suddenly found that he couldn't understand the current people.

"It looks like the results are good."

Mustache touched the hair on his temples, and looked at Wang Jin with a smile.

"Don't worry, there will probably be a small part of the money returned to you, which can be regarded as copyright fees."

"Ah, that's easy."

Wang Jin nodded, and the black shadow at his feet boiled without warning.

Wangcai casually changed into the appearance of some stranger and blended into the crowd.

After a while, the audience who had calmed down just now boiled again.

"I want to give brother Wang Jin two hundred krypton!"

"Three hundred!"