Ms. Marvel: I Unlock Eight Magical Skills At The Beginning!

Wang Xiaoer looked at the handsome and tall Fang Yuan, and he couldn't help but feel a little ashamed of himself.

Wang Xiaoer himself is only over 1.7 meters tall, and Fang Yuan is almost ten centimeters taller than him.

Standing in front of Fang Yuan, Wang Xiaoer felt like a younger brother...

But he didn't care too much about this.

Appearances are just external appearances. As a Taoist, Wang Xiaoer's main focus is to cultivate his mind.

So he also said hello directly to Fang Yuan.

"Hello...."

Fang Yuan replied to Wang Xiaoer.

This guy has a kind nature, but is a bit of a loser.

If it were just about being friends, he would be more willing.

What's more, Fang Yuan knew that Wang Xiaoer possessed the Seven Killing Orders of Gods and Ghosts.

I don’t know how his eight magical skills will compare with the Seven Killing Orders of Gods and Ghosts.

Fang Yuan thought to himself, with a kind smile on his face.

"From now on, we will be migrant workers under the same roof. Let's all take care of each other!"

For Fang Yuan in the 21st century, he can still say a lot about the scene.

As time went by, it was soon time for the afternoon meal.

Some scantily clad ladies, or migrant workers who had finished their work at the construction site, gathered together.

Constantly flocked to this small stew restaurant.

Since it is summer now, this restaurant also has barbecue and other dishes.

Fatty Wang was grilling meat on the barbecue grill, and Wang Xiaoer was also busy doing it.

As for Fang Yuan, while delivering food to the young ladies, he also had to be 'harassed' by them.

Fang Yuan also expressed helplessness.

"Test...these little shameless people..."

Watching some of the little girls eating at the dinner table teasing Fang Yuan's Huang Yanli, I couldn't help but feel a little sad.

Because the weather is relatively hot, Fang Yuan's white T-shirt is also wet with sweat.

The looming eight-pack abs and the explosive chest muscles made Huang Yanli feel like she could eat ten more bowls of rice.

Moreover, the group of little girls eating.

Sometimes the palms of his hands were not honest on Fang Yuan's body passing by them, wiping the oil coquettishly.

This made Huang Yanli even more unhappy.

But... the fact that she recruited Fang Yuan was indeed a good deal.

The passenger flow today is indeed much better than before.

Moreover, most of them are still girls wearing scantily clad clothes.

This is even better...

Because there are more chicks, which can attract more men to come over for dinner!

Huang Yanli looked at Fang Yuan who was busy, her eyes filled with desire.

"It's rubbish...Why is this so different from what I imagined!"

Fang Yuan, who was serving the dishes, couldn't help but sigh inwardly as he endured the bullying from the young ladies.

I thought this restaurant would not do well, but I didn't expect so many people to come!

Fang Yuan originally wanted to come over to make soy sauce!

The person who served the dishes on the first day of time travel was Fang Yuan.

After looking at the sky, Fang Yuan lifted up his white short sleeves and wiped his sweat.

"Fuck..."

"Sister, have you seen his abs?"

"I really want to...I really want to touch it!"

"Being fucked by such a man is what I pursue..."

"Tell me, how many years will you be sentenced to raping a man..."

When Fang Yuan's white short sleeves were lifted up to wipe away sweat, his eight-pack abs were clearly displayed to these young ladies who were wearing cool clothes.

The string around his mouth seemed to be frozen in the air, and saliva dripped out of his mouth unconsciously.

How can these young ladies see a person like Fang Yuan with an incredible figure...

"no...."

Huang Yanli's eyes widened. She knew that Fang Yuan had a good figure, but she didn't expect...

This damn guy can be so knowledgeable!

"No, we must set a rule from now on. You can't lift your clothes when there are guests!"

Huang Yanli muttered angrily.

Fang Yuan’s solitary food can only be eaten by her!

No, no, no...

Huang Yanli's mind is full of things she has and doesn't have right now.

Small pants also seem...

"Fang Yuan, please take care of yourself here. If you need anything, call me..."

"I'm going to the bathroom!"

Huang Yanli, who couldn't bear it, confessed to Fang Yuan and walked towards the bathroom.

"knew!"

Fang Yuan responded.

Time passed quickly, and it was time for the restaurant to close for dinner.

Fang Yuan sat down on the chair behind him.

It’s so tiring to carry the plate...

"It's been a hard work for you today, Fang Yuan..."

Huang Yanli, holding a towel soaked in cold water and with a somewhat rosy complexion, walked to Fang Yuan's side.

"It's too hot today, let me wipe it for you!"

As Huang Yanli spoke, the towel in her hand fell on Fang Yuan's shoulders.

"No need, boss lady, I can do it myself..."

Fang Yuan waved his hand and was about to refuse.

"No, you've been tired all afternoon, just leave it to me!"

How could Huang Yanli let Fang Yuan refuse?

Without hesitation, he took the towel and started wiping Fang Yuan's shoulders.

"Fang Yuan, you have a pretty strong figure..."

Feeling the touch of the towel under her palm, Huang Yanli felt as if her heart was being scratched by a kitten.

"I usually exercise..."

Feeling the coolness of the towel on his skin, Fang Yuan also felt much more comfortable.

As for the boss's wife's somewhat dishonest fingers, he smiled and did not prick them.

After all, this feeling is not bad...

"Why...why!"

Wang Xiaoer and Fatty Wang, who were sitting nearby, were wiping their sweat with a tattered white towel.

At this moment, the flames of jealousy in their eyes seemed to have turned into reality.

"In all these years...the boss lady has never treated me like this..."

Fatty Wang bit the towel with gnashing teeth. Jealousy made him look ugly!

"Come Fang Yuan, I'll wipe your neck..."

"Look at this sweat..."

Huang Yanli, who was wiping sweat from Fang Yuan's arms, leaned forward.

He raised the towel and placed it on Fang Yuan's neck.

And the curves outlined by her hip-hugging skirt were directly displayed in front of Fang Yuan...

So... so white...

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