Quick Transmigration: Passer-by Craftsman System [MTL]

Chapter 111

"Really, even if it's for the praise of the guests or to rush business during the New Year, we can't do this." Qingchuan frowned slightly, and it seemed that I felt pity for him, "Do you have door-to-door service? This hotel is really not so good. It's serious."

"Fortunately, I am a clean person. How big a disaster would it be for a family if I met someone who could not control myself? Even if I am single, it would not be bad if I contract any kind of internal disease."

The girl in white was tied up hand and foot and stuffed under the bed, moaning and her eyes were red.

If she could talk, she would definitely spray him to death with a mouthful of salt soda: You are just the bad girl who comes to deliver services! Can we have a little basic respect? Seriously haunted, thank you!

However, not only can she not speak now, she can't even move.

Because every one of her bones has been twisted and broken, one by one like cracking biscuits, and the rhythm is also created.

During the fight, Qingchuan discovered that Bai Yi's hair could grow infinitely and was stronger than steel wire, so he coerced her into growing her hair five or six meters long and cut off all her hair with a knife.

Bai Yi was shocked. This was unscientific. Her setting was that the hair was as strong as high-tech metal. Why could it be cut off with just a paper knife?

After the cutting, Qingchuan took out a piece of hair and tied the white clothes with a tight knot, so that he could make the best use of it.

After that, he stuffed it under the bed and looked at each other in confusion with a ghost who was as quiet as a chicken under the bed.

Silence, silence is under the bed tonight.

The ghost in the bed: Hello?

Female ghost in white: ...Good on you sister!

Bai Yi looked at the same kind of people in disbelief: Why didn't you say anything when you were here? Are you going to stay under the bed like this all night in obscurity? Do you still have some professionalism?

The ghost in the bed: You can go ahead! Oh, yes, you were already on it, and then you became like this...ah hahahaha.

Baiyi:......

It's a long time ago, no one cares about the corpse abuse? Is there any more heavenly justice?

Qingchuan still had a bundle of hair in his hand. Because it was of no use, he gave it to the bathroom mop. "Here, this is yesterday's thank you gift. Mopping the floor every day must be very hard. The hair on the mop is all bald. You should take good care of your mop." It's so hairy."

The mop was flattered. It had recently been worried about the hair loss problem on the mop head. When it saw these new hairs, it was straight, black, shiny, long, tough, and the best hair! I was so happy that I changed it.

Ying Ying Ying, what a good person.

Qingchuan got dressed, bent down and said goodbye to the two under the bed.

"I'm going out for a while, please take a look at my home."

The ghost in the bed: "Okay boss, go back early and come back to boss early."

He also said goodbye to Bai Yi, "You have to reflect on yourself. Do you think you are worthy of society, your conscience, and me? You should bid farewell to your second year of high school and be a pillar ghost who is useful to society." "

Baiyi: "mmp."

After entrusting the room to the aborigines, Qingchuan held the owl in his left hand and a paper knife in his right hand, and opened the door. "I have no sleep at all. It's been a long night and I have no intention of sleeping. Why not chat with the neighbors?"