Chapter 111 (1/2)

”Oh, don't cry. I've always been a good opponent. Although I want you to go back and plant medicine for me, I'll set a salary standard of level 8 for you. One hundred and sixty gold soul coins a month! Year end bonus! It's already very good! ”

Looking at the old man in tears, but looking up at the sky, Wang Jian patted him on the shoulder. For a moment, he didn't know what to say.

But just cry. The more you cry, the more reassuring I will be.

Wang Jian agrees with this way of showing his true feelings. After all, he can at least be sure that Tong is not really sad.

After thinking about it, Wang Jian couldn't help but laugh.

You said that you were still thinking about how to trick this guy back in the car just now. Isn't the appearance of the Golden Lion and the soul bone a good chance from heaven?

Is it possible that the passer-by is really protected by a halo.

After thinking about it, Wang Jian suddenly muttered to him carefully: ”the author?”

The author Jun was scared to stop writing.

After a moment's silence, Wang Jian turned his mouth and sighed.

What are you thinking? If every passer-by is the leading role, the elder will not die so miserably.

The author Jun breathed a sigh of relief, wiped a cold sweat, absolutely can't let him know that he has a traverser aura, but also the leading role aura.

(ps:, this section is full of leather, ha ha ha).

On the other hand, Tong also tidied up his mood. Then he ran to Wang Jian and asked, ”do you really have a salary?”

”Yes! Of course, follow me and do well in the future! ”

Wang Jian gives Tong an encouraging look, which makes him feel a little comforted. Then he can't help asking.

”Is the medicine Garden real?”

”Really! Of course it's true, more true than gold! ”

While throwing the body of the golden lion into the pit, Wang Jian answers the old boy's words.

”Come and bury it.”

”Oh.”

The boy answered, and then he and Wang Jian filled up the pit where the golden lion was buried.

”Dust to dust, earth to earth, next life to be a person, at least a little more comfortable than the soul beast.”

Wang Jian repeated a few words in front of the golden lion's tomb, and then sighed.

Looking at Wang Jian, the old boy seemed to recognize the fact that he had joined Wang Jian's team.

”What should I call you?”

The old boy asked, as if he was also inquiring about Wang Jian.

”Dean!”

Wang Jian doesn't care. He takes out two sets of clothes from the soul guide and hands one of them to Tong Lao.

But after a long time, Wang Jian found that Tong didn't take over. He turned around and found that Tong was still sluggish.

”What's the matter?”

Wang Jian makes a sound again. Tong Lao wakes up and looks at Wang Jian in shock: ”are you the dean of soul teacher college?”

On the mainland of Douluo, except for the dean of the soul teacher college, no leader of any force is called the dean.

”Is there a problem?”