"Shame? I have never known what shame is since I became sensible."

The rogue who was rubbing his body with a grimace said with a smile. His eyes were staring at Xiaorou, and he was so lustful that he would never come out of his clothes.

Zhou Xiaomo was speechless. This guy was so damn bad that he couldn't get in.

Unexpectedly, this raspy face was so thick.

But it’s no wonder that this guy can feel ashamed of being rubbed under the eyes of public eyelids?

Regarding the point of rubbing dust, Zhou Xiaomo felt that modern people were no different from ancient people.

In the summer before time travel, he often saw some shirtless men chatting with others with bare arms. When they were having aroused chat, they would rub the dust on their arms or belly affectionately, and then pinch it into a small ball, use the power of the fingers to throw it away.

Thinking of the blink of an eyebrow power, Zhou Xiaomo smiled a little unkindly...

What he couldn't stand was that once he saw a fat boss at a small stall selling pork head, holding a cigarette in one hand and rubbing the dust on his belly with the other hand while chatting with the people on his side.

When a customer came, the fat boss randomly flipped off the dust on his hands, and did not wash his hands. He grabbed a piece of pork head meat and weighed it, cut it, then put it in soy sauce, vinegar, salt, snatch a few chopped green onions, slap a few garlic cloves, put a few cucumber shreds, rolled it in a basin, skillfully poured it into a plastic bag, collect the money, and then took it away by the customer after saying "You're gone."

Every time he thinks of this, Zhou Xiaomo doubts how these people who buy the fat boss of the stall can swallow the pork head meat.

A few little rascals were not ashamed and wanted to siege the little monk together, but the people watching the fun were unwilling to do so.

At this time, some passers-by stopped to watch the fun, and the guests of the brothel also poked their heads out of the window and looked down.

Some people usually don’t like these little rascals who steal everything. When they see a few of them bullying a young monk together, they will sarcastically and ridicule them.

It doesn't matter how many rogues are. No matter how the people watching the fun make fun of them, they are indifferent to them.

Now they just want to defeat this little monk as soon as possible, and then tease this little girl movie. Even if they can pinch their chest, slap their butts, slip a few times on their thighs, etc., they can use the fifth girl without washing their hands after going back tonight.

The little monk said, "Amitabha, good, good! Dear donors, you all see that you are all people who don't have any money, so I will give you a chance to make money tonight and a few of you a chance to make a lot of money. Of course, it depends on whether you can seize this opportunity."

When a few little thugs heard that they had the opportunity to make money, they were a little confused and thought to themselves, could this special girl still make the opportunity to make money by beating people?

Without waiting for a few little thugs to come back to their senses, Zhou Xiaomo pulled out a hundred prick coins from the monk's ward and said, "This is a hundred prick coins. As long as you can defeat me, the money will be yours."

As soon as he said this, not only a few rascals were confused on the spot, but even everyone watching the fun was instantly confused.

"What's going on?"

Everyone is thinking this way.

If you are beaten, you have to give money, and if you are beaten, you can get money? Where is this a good thing? This is simply a good thing that falls from the sky and hits a few rogues!

Several scoundrels thought they had heard it wrong, so they stood there and looked at the little monk with confusion.

"You heard it right." Zhou Xiaomo raised the 100 yuan coins in his hand and said to the thugs, "As long as you can knock me down within the specified time, these 100 coins will be yours tonight."

"This little monk is crazy!"

I don't know who said this in the crowd.

"The little monk is indeed crazy."

While people shook their heads, they were thinking about how this good thing hit the heads of a few little thugs.

The weight of rich people and poor people is different in the eyes of young thugs.

Just now, the little thugs rolled up their sleeves and rolled up their arms to beat the little monk. Now they looked at the 100 yuan coins in the hand of the little monk, but hesitated again.

But the temptation of these hundred yuan coins is too great.

With these hundred yuan coins, all the expenses for the little thugs in the brothel tonight are enough.

With these hundred yuan coins, it means that everyone can hold the fragrant and fragrant mushrooms on the left and right, which means that there is wine to drink and meat to eat...

How can this slut not make people feel moved?

The big belly and round waist licked his lips, stared at the money in the hands of the little monk with greedy eyes, and said with grim smile: "Little monk, can you say what you just said again?"

Zhou Xiaomo smiled slightly and said, "Amitabha, good, good! Monks do not lie. As long as you donors can knock me down within the specified time, these hundred coins will be yours tonight."

"This little monk is indeed crazy!"

A man sighed whether he was regretting the young monk or not for the chance to earn a hundred yuan coins.

"Little monk, tell me, how long is the specified time?"

The thin monkey-like rogue shouted. Although he doubted how this hundred coins were so easy to get, he still asked the greedy cave.

"Amitabha, good, good, good, good, good, let's do it! We will see within the specified time to see if you hit me first, or I will hit you all first."

Now, people completely believe that the little monk is really crazy.

Several thugs suddenly felt a little embarrassed to take away the little monk's money easily. So they muttered softly, and the thug with a big belly and a round waist asked: "I'll tell me, Master, tell me, how long is the prescribed time and how we can compete."

This is human nature, the human nature that has never changed forever. I just wanted to beat the little monk and whispered a little bald donkey. Now, looking at the money in the hands of the little monk, I changed my words to call him the little master.

It really corresponds to the long-lasting old saying "Money can make the devil push the mill".

The little monk said to a little servant, "I'll ask the little donor to bring a piece of incense to the monk."

The servant was about to watch the fun, but although he didn't know what the young monk wanted for an incense stick, he ran back quickly and took out three incense sticks in a while.
Chapter completed!