Is the young master of the demon race skinned again today 27
Taozi watched the dejected Demon Lord Lan walk out of the mahjong hall gate, approaching Tianmiao, and whispered: "Young Master, that's the Demon Lord Lan. Today I'm asking you everywhere. The thief is still undead and wants to compete for the position of the Demon Lord!"
"He can't beat his father, and Wu Lu can't beat me, so don't worry. I think his current thoughts should not be on the fight for the throne." Tian Miao smiled unfathomable.
"Ah? What does it mean?" Taozi blinked and couldn't understand.
"Wu Lu." Tian Miao waved over Wu Lu.
"Ah, young master, is there anything wrong?" Wu Lu won three little chickens today. He walked to Tianmiao happily and happily. Jiang Yi praised him before, saying that he was the most famous he had ever seen.
A person with talented mahjong has made rapid progress and cannot tell that he is a novice at all. He asked him to practice his skills and fight with them in the future. Shi Yang, Ke Yuan, Jiang Yi, but the ranking of the mahjong hall masters is one, two or three. I look forward to it.
Play mahjong with the three of them!
"I will pay you three months' salary in advance. As for the bonus, it depends on your performance." Tianmiao said kindly.
"Huh?" Wu Lu looked puzzled. Why did the young master pay his salary in advance? He didn't need to use it.
"You will use it. But don't reveal where this money comes from." Tian Miaomi smiled.
Wu Lu was confused, but in the end he happily took the salary Tianmiao prepaid to him and went home.
As soon as I walked into the gate, my grandfather pulled him aside.
"Lu'er..." The Demon Lord Lan smiled flatteringly, and was interrupted by Wu Lu as soon as he spoke.
"If you have anything, just say it." Wu Lu knew that his grandfather would call him like this, so he must have something to ask for. Don't mess with these things and just say not to waste time.
"Well, how much pocket money do you have? Can you borrow some from my grandfather?" asked the Demon Lord Ran embarrassedly.
"Yes, how much do you want?" Wu Lu stared in surprise. Is the young master a prophet?
"Not much, just..." The Demon Lord Ran said a number. It was Wu Lu's salary in a month.
Wu Lu gave it to the Demon Lord Burning without saying a word.
For the next two days, the Demon Lord Ran asked Wu Lu to borrow money, and the numbers were Wu Lu's monthly salary.
Wu Lu was so impressed by the young master in his heart that he finally knew why the young master had to pay him an advance salary. He had long known that his grandfather had lost a lot and needed to borrow money to make up his capital.
However, the Demon Lord of the Demon is indeed talented in playing mahjong. After paying the tuition for four consecutive days, he started to win money on the fifth day. Then he went to the mahjong hall on time every day to report, leaving early and returning late all day.
The Demon King has actually been paying attention to the Demon Lord Ran. From the Demon Lord Ran Ran back to the royal city and then to the Demon Lord Ran Ran Ran is addicted to mahjong every day, the Demon Lord's mood is very complicated.
I originally thought I would usher in a turbulent battle for the throne, but my own misty soldiers perfectly solved everything without bloodshed.
What else can he say?
After Miaomiao, I'm afraid he will be the greatest devil in history?
The Demon Lord Rising was also filled with emotion at this moment.
This young master is too difficult!
He has heard too many rumors about this young master in the mahjong hall these days.
She has basically all the young demons in the royal city beaten by her! Only even more ruthless, not the most ruthless one.
but!!!
None of these demons hate her, but they all love her very much! They all like to lean in front of her and say something to her, and these bastards are very happy.