Chapter Thirty-Three Bragging Professional Players
Chen Shide's body, facing the scorching sun, looked particularly ironic. This seemed to be the proof that Kong Mufeng had passed the first level.
It's funny to say that Kong Mufeng felt like he was just here to play a level-breaking game.
Copy: Qian Family Academy, the first level boss is Chen Shide, the second level boss is Tie Dan, the third level boss is Da Wanzi,... and the final boss is the Qian Family Palace Master.
"Hey, I've passed the first level..." Kong Mufeng breathed a long sigh of relief, placed Chen Shide's body on the ground, and left.
But the focus of everyone's attention was on Tie Dan, who was so angry with Kong Mufeng that his face was livid. This Tiedan always had an illusion when looking at Chen Shide's corpse. He felt that it was his own body. Kong Mufeng showed off his achievements and was ignored by no one.
The humiliation of dignity, the dead do not deserve dignity.
A careless person looked at the door, but a look in his eyes scared him to the point of doubting his life. Is he such a coward?
"Okay, okay, I want to see what kind of trouble you can make within a month." Tie Dan had no choice but to walk away.
Kong Mufeng walked with a step that he would never recognize his relatives. He supported Yuan Haoke with his left hand and stroked his hair with his right hand. He was followed by three younger brothers. Such an imposing figure who was in the late stage of the second disease disappeared in front of everyone.
"Teacher Kong, I finally know what you teach." Sun Zhilan smiled playfully, showing her crescent silver teeth.
"Oh? What should I teach?"
"Pretend x!"
Zhuge Ye shook his silver hair and said two words lightly. Well, this is a bit better than his predecessor.
"What a fool? Do I only know how to show off?"
"No, you can still brag, hehe..." Zhuge Ling also said with a smile.
Kong Mufeng slapped Zhuge Ling on the forehead and said, "Hey, Lingling, you've been led astray. And your little girl, who did you learn this from?"
"Elder brother..."
The three of them said in unison, learning from their master to brag and show off, and from their elder brother to tease him.
"Damn it, Xiaohong, you are so awesome? I wouldn't even look at the senior brother who is making trouble this year without you."
The group of people were playing around, but Kong Mufeng became worried.
How many sorrows can there be in life? Wife and children are hot on the bed. Isn’t it such a strange sentence? Yes, I made it up.
Kong Mufeng thought about it but there were three more things in his mind.
The first thing is who is the woman in red who looks like Yan Ningxue floating past the gate a few days ago? The second thing is this month, if I have no money, I will not be able to move forward, and it is probably impossible to defeat Tiedan, but where will I make money?
What? The third worry is that there are only three of the four Type B disciples in the system side mission. Where is the remaining one?
"The most important thing now is how to make money? I don't know how to do anything..." Kong Mufeng muttered back and forth, and the four people around him heard it.
Yuan Haoke had a bad idea and said: "Old Master, with your current conditions, you might as well sell..."
"What a fool, selling it? I'm a grown man and you want me to do such a shameful thing? Where can I... sell it?"
"Did I tell you what I asked you to sell?..."
"If you don't sell me, how can I sell you? That's okay."
"..."
This speed is like dancing to the Pure Land of Paradise or tombstone disco on the verge of passing the test.
If Yuan Haoke hadn't seen Kong Mufeng as his master, he would have punched him in the head."
"I mean, you can try some small businesses, or use your advantages to make money." Yuan Haoke said seriously.
Kong Mufeng nodded and said: "Okay, little girl, you go to the school infirmary to work as an assistant, just think of it as a further training. And the two of you, Lingling is going to give people bad ideas or find lost things, Xiaobai...Xiaobai is just for others.
Be a bodyguard."
It is said that Kong Mufeng was not good at doing anything, and he was the first to give people nicknames. Sun Lanzhi directly changed her name to Sun Dani, and her nickname was Xiaonizi; Zhugeye was called Xiaobai because of his brain. In short, he was so weird.
"Then what are you doing? Are you bragging to others?" Yuan Haoke was ashamed. Apart from Kong Mufeng, he didn't seem to know anything else.
"Sure, you can make money by bragging." The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was interested, and Kong Mufeng became interested.
"?You should go to sleep. There is everything in your dream, except gold coins and cows flying all over the sky."
"Don't believe it, there is a profession in our hometown called...storyteller..."
Well, when it comes to storytellers, Kong Mufeng has become a boastful professional player, and Shan Tianfang has probably become a boastful national team coach.
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The next day, directly opposite the door, there was a table with a high chair in front of him. Kong Mufeng was in high spirits, and he had recovered from all kinds of mental illness.
A blue robe was fluttering in the wind, and a square piece of black sandalwood stood out in his hand.
"Pa! Today I am in trouble with the wind. I have troubled all of you, but it is like a thousand kilograms. It is enough for me to survive for a few days."
A strange and weird opening poem, come and buy a wave of misery first. A group of people were also wondering, is this Kong Mufeng trying to do something or is he a monster?
"It's fate that you all came here. If you have nothing to do today, sit down and listen to what I said last time. I'd like to thank you for your trouble!"
To be honest, Kong Mufeng never knew anything about it. He went up to perform a bragging act at a school art performance, and it was Yan Ningxue who instigated him.
Yan Ningxue's reason at the time was: With such a broken mouth, it would be a pity not to talk about cross talk. She is so capable of bragging, and it would be useless not to talk about Shu Shu.
"Today I will tell you that the Great Sage Qitian met seven fairies secretly and gave birth to seven gourd babies."
"It is said that in an unknown year, there was a stone monkey who, after learning the basics, had the power to reach all the heavens and the earth, and was called the Monkey King. But few people know that the seven gourd babies are the seven illegitimate children he had with the seven fairies.
"
Kong Mufeng himself didn't know what he was talking about. Anyway, it's not illegal to brag, so just say it freely.
Kong Mufeng's pizza is dipped in fermented bean curd, and French fries are dipped in soybean sauce. It's a random combination.
From Monkey King Monkey King's private meeting with the seven fairies to the past love story between Marshal Tianpeng and General Rolling Curtain, these gods would probably float down from the sky if they knew about it.
"Okay, okay..."
There was a round of applause from the audience, and even Yuan Haoke was dumbfounded.
Kong Mufeng signaled, and four apprentices came out each carrying a big basin.
"Those who are rich will support me, and those who have no money will go home early to wash themselves and sleep."
With the beating of gongs and drums, the group of people dispersed. After listening to the excitement, they went home to wash up and sleep, doing whatever they were supposed to do.
"Hey, hey, hey, can you tell me the rules? Have you never heard of storytelling before? Don't you need to pay for it?"
"Storytelling? What is it? I thought you were bragging and a professional player is practicing here?" an audience member said boredly.
In the end, it was very sparse and I earned three gold coins.
"Idiot, do you understand that you respect art? These vulgar people, stupid human beings, on behalf of Shan Tianfang, Dongfang Shuo, and Guo Degang, I curse you."
Just when Kong Mufeng was thinking about it.
"Bang..."
A large bag of gold coins was poured directly into the basin.
"Thank you!" Kong Mufeng looked up and saw a middle-aged man in black looking at him and smiling.
"If you are interested in talking to me," the man said with a smile,
"where to?"
"my home."
"Hey, big brother, I don't sell my body as an artist."
"Hey, brother, you are like this... robbing a common man."