Chapter 177 (1/2)

Lin Hai came out of the door and remembered that he was in Ye Ziming's car.

”Grass, you can only walk back.”

While wandering, Lin Hai took out his mobile phone and opened the Tianting trading group.

It seems that there is always something to be done recently. Lin Hai hasn't seen this group of amusing immortal water group for a long time.

Just opened, lying trough, thousands of messages!

Lin Hai just wanted to turn over, suddenly someone spoke.

Yuelao: is anyone there?

Yuelao: there is a squeak.

After waiting for a long time, no one spoke.

Yuelao: God of wealth has made a red envelope!

Barefoot immortal: where is a red envelope?

Night wandering God: did you send it? Why didn't I see it?

Raytheon: where is the red envelope? Where is the red envelope?

Chang'e: brother of God of wealth, people want red envelopes.

……

All of these teases came out one by one.

Yuelao: OK, you are all diving. If you ask who is there, you don't speak up. It's very unfair.

The crowd was quiet again.

Yuelao: can I ask you something?

After waiting for a long time, no one responded.

Yuelao: Hello, where are the people?

Five minutes passed.

Yuelao: you are so hateful (an angry expression at the back)

no one pays attention to him.

Yuelao: ah, ah! I'm so angry that I want a red envelope, right? Good!

Ding Dong!

A big red envelope appears on the screen.

”I wipe, red envelope!” Lin Hai hasn't had time.

Whoa!

The sound of gold coins in the bag.

Snatch the red envelope, the plug-in directly robbed the red envelope.

Lin Hai hasn't had time to see what is robbed, the crowd is lively.

Raytheon: @ moon old, grass, send a red envelope, too immoral, more stingy than the God of wealth!

Erlang God: @ Yuelao, that is, re hair, don't let me despise you, put you and the God of wealth on the same level.

Chang'e: @ Yuelao, so annoying, as stingy as the God of wealth.

Mo Liqing: @ Yuelao, really speechless, the second God of wealth.

Pig Bajie: @ Yuelao, look down on you, stingy and the God of wealth!

Nezha: @ Yuelao, stingy and Mammon + 1

Red boy: @ Yuelao, stingy and Mammon + 2

Donghai Dragon King: @ Yuelao, stingy and Mammon + 3

trolling God: @ Yuelao, stingy and Mammon + 4

Lin Haiyan looked at the formation and lined up again, and suddenly wanted to laugh.

Nima, this gang of goods, how do they like to draw on the God of wealth whenever something happens? Isn't the God of wealth lying on the gun?

I don't know if the God of wealth is watching the group. If he sees it, he will be angry and spit blood.

God of wealth: he gives red envelopes, it's none of my business! Shut up and shut up (there's a row of crazy faces in the back)

poof!

Lin Hai was amused.

Nima, the goods are still real, but this time it's OK. I didn't vomit blood. It seems that there is progress.