Master Azan said, "The girl, don't worry about leaving. I'll give you a lot of money. What are you afraid of? Other women like big utensils. It's okay for you to turn around when you see me. Do you have Psychological disorder? Is it possible that if you don't like big guys, you like small carrot heads?"

The woman in the white dress said, "Sir, you don't understand my way of picking up guests. I don't pick up sick guests or perverts."

Master Azan said, "I am healthy and I am not a pervert. I have a lot of your money. Why don't you do my business?"

The woman in the white skirt shook her head, "Your stuff is black, who knows what's going on? I don't want to risk my life for a few hundred dollars."

Master Azan was furious when he heard this, "You **** is so nonsense, who said that if you pick it up, my life will be in danger? What are you afraid of black spots? Don't pretend that you haven't picked up Africans. "

The woman in the white dress sneered, "African people's gadgets are black, not like you? You see, your gadgets are as black as charcoal, how crippling. For something as black as you, my old lady is still number one. See you next time."

"Hey! You originally came out to sell, and you still pick and choose. If you don't do business, do you plan to drink Northwestern Wind?"

"Of course I am willing to take business, but your business, I would rather not take it, I don't want to catch my life. The old lady is now a girl of eighteen and a flower, and some of her youth and time can be consumed, but not destroyed. It's on you."

"Just the girl who gave you eighteen a flower, look at the wrinkles on your face and the fat on your waist. In my opinion, thirty-eight is about the same. Don't put green paint on yourself."

"How about you? Going out to find a woman, you don't even have a car, and you have to take the 11th road to go home with you. Poor hanging silk like you can find a half-aged **** like me. It's time to laugh."

"Huh! You stinky watch, you're just a bargain I picked up on the side of the road. I just made hundreds of thousands of millions in a single ticket. A car is a fart. Tell you the truth, Lao Tzu Maserati can afford it."

Master Azan and the street girl became more quarrelsome and fierce. The two of them were needle-pointing to Maimang, and they didn't let anyone.

"Okay, goodbye. Good luck! Then wait until you buy a Maserati before you come to me."

The woman in the white skirt waved to him and left.

After being ridiculed by a street girl for a long time, Mage Azan naturally suffocated the fire. How did he know that for the sake of a livelihood, the street girl dealt with all kinds of men every day, and had already developed the ability to quarrel with men, and the skill of derogating men had long been perfected. He wanted to take the slightest advantage of his mouth to no avail.

Master Azan was about to call her, but he heard the familiar strange sound again. The voice sounded excited and angry.

Chirp——Chirp——

Master Azan looked down under the light of the street lamp, and was surprised to find that the thing had grown his mouth again.

Suddenly he realized what it was going to do, so he sternly said, "Stop! You must not mess around. What are you going to do with your stuffy fox?"

The woman in the white skirt just ran two steps, and when she looked back, she just saw the thing opening her mouth wide, and she immediately screamed in fright.

"Damn! What kind of monster is your thing? There is a mouth on it? Help! Help!"

Master Azan said, "Girl, run quickly, don't look back."

The woman in the white skirt said, "Huh! You really are a monster. It seems that my instinct is quite accurate."

Master Azan said, "Girl, I am not a monster, that thing is a monster."

"Isn't that nonsense? That thing grows on you. The thing that grows on you is a monster. You are not a monster? Are you kidding me?"

"Hey, how should I explain it to you? This thing didn't originally belong to me, but it grew on me."

"Go go! I'm too lazy to listen to your nonsense anymore. To me, it's all the same, you are a monster! You don't need to explain anymore, I'd better go quickly."

The woman in the white skirt stretched out to run, but didn't want the thing to move much faster than her.

He heard a whistling sound, and the thing suddenly grew out of a mouth, and suddenly bit the woman's snow-white calf.

The woman was bitten on her leg and couldn't run, she couldn't help screaming quickly again.

"It's not good, the monster bit someone, help! Help!"

The thing bit the woman's calf and closed her mouth forcibly, only to hear Kacha, the woman's leg was actually bitten off.

The woman looked at the half of her calf on the ground and immediately screamed desperately.

"God, the monster bit my leg off."

Master Azan sighed, "I reminded you, let you run quickly. If you don't listen, you still stand there crookedly."

The woman in the white dress clutched her legs and wailed loudly, "It's you who made me like this. I'm really out of luck tonight."

Master Azan said, "Girl, don't cry, you should leave as soon as possible, this thing will not stop easily."

"What the **** is this?"

The woman in the white skirt looked at her leg, feeling more sad, "I will never pick up guests anymore. You really killed me."

"Let's go quickly, stop the ink, if you don't go, it's not as simple as whether you can pick up the guests, but the question of life."

The woman's bitten snow-white calf was lying on the ground, wearing a white high-heeled shoe on her foot.

The dim light of the street lamp shone on the woman's calf, making her calf look pale and pale, and the wound was still bleeding from the wound, very frail.

Chirp——Chirp——

The thing opened its mouth wide, grabbed the calf all at once, and squatted. The squat sounded especially crisp in the silent night, like a dog gnawing on a bone.

The woman in the white skirt was too frightened and slumped on the ground and did not dare to move.

Upon seeing this, Master Azan hurriedly urged, "Girl, don't you hurry up? What are you doing in a daze? It's time to eat you after it eats your legs."

The woman in the white skirt cried, "But is my leg eaten by it like this?"

Mage Azan stomped his feet in a hurry, "Hey, girl, what's going on, you are still thinking about that leg. You can only treat that leg as a gecko's tail, and give it to it as a snack."

The woman in the white skirt cried and was born, "My poor legs. From now on I can't stand up again."

Master Azan had to sink his face and roar, "Go! I said hurry up! Can't you understand what I'm talking about?"

The woman in the white skirt had to wipe away her tears and crawl forward desperately.

Besides, that mouth seemed unpleasant to gnaw, and with a big mouth, he actually swallowed that calf with flesh and bones.

Master Azan shuddered as he saw the white high-heeled shoes disappear into that mouth. He clearly saw that when the thing swallowed the pointed heel, it seemed to get stuck.

"God, how hungry are you? Do you even eat your high heels?"