Fujiang was so gloriously a low-level cowherd in Gaotianyuan. His listing feature is that his skin is thick and torture-resistant. He can be picked up by men, women, young and old, human or dog.

Of course, no one asked about his original name, but instead he was nicknamed "Ojisang", which means uncle.

Fujiang was not dissatisfied with this, at least he had been involved, and I heard that rich women like little puppies, but some little girls like mature men.

I was taken to the Cowherd's lounge with Itachi, which was full of all kinds of strange costumes, from kimono to suits, and even cosplays in Naruto Mikami Robe. I really don't know who would like this flavor.

Danzang?

The clothes here are brand new and will not be shared. After being picked, they will belong to the cowherd.

Itachi didn't choose much, so he changed into a white suit, put on a pair of flat glasses, and said four words to be beastly, and immediately jumped into his mind.

After being taken a photo, I arranged to sit on the sofa and wait for someone to order before going out.

Fujiang was very excited and wanted to wear a suit. Not to mention beastly clothes, he also wanted to cosplay the appearance of a successful person.

"You are a low-level intern cowherd, and you can't pick out the clothes here." The waiter who brought them also had contempt in his words.

"Nani!! Are ducks still divided into different levels?" Toojiang roared.

"Of course, of course, there are three or six levels. Do you think our Gaotian is a vegetable market? Even if the cabbage in the vegetable market is still fresh or not." The waiter looked at Fujiang's stale old cabbage bangzi, still full of disdain.

"The dog's eyes look down at people." Fujiang raised his middle finger.

"When you become the top cowherd like Yuan Ming's palm, you ask me to lick my leather shoes, but I don't frown." The waiter snorted coldly.

"Okay, okay... Then where is my wardrobe?" Fujiang waved his hand helplessly.

"Warcloak? You just wear this outfit, what kind of wardrobe you want." The waiter took out a bear apron from somewhere and stuffed it to Fu Jiang, as well as a pair of bear slippers.

"Hmm???" Fujiang remembers that he didn't add some.

"This is your uniform. Remember not to wear anything inside." The waiter smiled evilly and turned around and left.

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Three minutes later.

Toei dressed like a kitchen daddy, wearing only an apron, covering the vital points in front of him. His two legs were exposed from under the skirt, and a white turban was worn on his head. He sat beside Itachi, with his fingers crossed and his chin was deeply supported.

(Refer to the Spirit of Eater, One Color Wisdom)

"Itachi, if you say it, Uncle II won't forgive you."

"I think the second uncle is very manly like this." Itachi also held his chin and looked forward without looking sideways.

"I was suddenly confused. What was the purpose of us coming in?"

"Catch the Snake Kuro, and hand candle." Itachi replied expressionlessly.

"I mean, can we go back?" Fujiang felt that he was dirty.

"If it means home, you can."

"You know I'm not referring to."

A ringtone rang.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Second, someone has called me." Itachi stood up and walked out the door.

Only then did Fujiang realize that a sign had popped up at the door, which read:

"Sakura Itachi? In the summer moon"

Sakura Wolf is the nickname Itachi here, and Suzumo is a high-end private room.

"..." Fu Jiang supported her chin alone and stared at the snow-white wall.

As time goes by, the time for Gaotianyuan's business is coming, and the Niulang's peers are all ordered out one by one.

Fu Jiang sat alone in the position and raised his foot and clenched his nose. He thought it was embarrassing to be a cowherd, but he didn't expect that no one had ordered it to be a cowherd. It was really embarrassing.

When every ringtone rang, Fu Jiang would immediately look up, even a rich woman of 300 pounds, as long as she could prove that her old onion could still have a little charm.

Then half an hour later, the cowherd in the lounge exposed, and no one turned on the "Ojisang" sign.

Toe walked to the window and looked at the bustling Kabukicho Ichiban Street below. The place I had dreamed of going to, but I didn't expect it to be so boring.

At this moment, he wanted to ask Sanwan to smoke a catnip cigarette, but unfortunately it was lying on the roof as a backup support and staring at a wild cat watching her lick her thighs.

Suddenly, he felt his hand, which was gently brushed by something.

When she turned around, she was a young girl in a painted kimono. Her face looked like a peach blossom, and her wide clothes could not cover her slim S-shaped curve. Just now she used her fair and slim hands to stroke Fujiang's arms full of hair.

"WoW..." Fu Jiang quickly covered his butt and pressed against the wall. His back was completely vacuumed.

"Little... Miss... you went to the wrong lounge..." Fujiang stuttered nervously.

"You're right, it's here." The girl looked around in confusion.

"This is...a cow...a men's lounge..." Fu Jiang nervously pressed against the wall, unable to tell the fact that he was a cowherd in front of the beautiful girl.

"Yes... Of course it's the men's lounge." The girl blinked in surprise, and suddenly covered her cherry's mouth and chuckled.

The smile of Fu Jiang's old dog's spring heart rippled violently.

"Brother misunderstood, did you?" The girl suddenly unbuttoned her bra.

"It's not possible, but the girl can't! We're meeting for the first time..." Fujiang quickly opened his five fingers and covered his eyes.

Huh? Why is it so flat?

Even A won't be like this, right?

"Look, brother, he's a man!" The girl smiled and pulled up her sleeves, and compared her arms as thin as jade lotus roots.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh... my hand was touched by a gay man, I'm going to rot!!!"

Fu Jiang went to the bathroom with a crazy crying voice.

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Ten minutes later.

Fu Jiang sat cross-legged on the sofa, scratching the arm that had just been touched by the pseudo-woman. Even if she washed it with soap and brushed the steel wool ball, she still felt itchy.

"My name is Yuanming's palm..." The pseudo-girl sat beside Fujiang and introduced herself.

"Hey, sit farther!" Fu Jiang moved his butt, afraid that he would get a little feminine.

"Okay, are you new here? Can I know your name?" Yuanming smiled with a palm.

"Fu...Oujisang, just call me Oujisang." Fu Jiang felt itchy all over his body when he called him.

"Okay, Jisang, just call me the palm of my hand," Yuanming smiled and stuck out his tongue.

"Mom, my eyes are not clean..." Fu Jiang was about to cry without tears. What kind of evil did he commit? He wanted to come to such a place.

"How could Jisang come from such a place?" Yuanming said curiously.

"I can only sell my butt if I don't have money. I'm even more curious about how you sissy came here. Please sorry, I call you a sissy." Fujiang scratched the back of his hand hard, and it was almost scratching the blood marks, but the more you scratched, the more itch it became.

"It's okay... I've been used to it for a long time. Just sissy. My personality is born. Compared to those who scold me behind my back, my palm prefers a straightforward person like Jisang..." Yuan Ming smiled without any anger at all.

"Mom... my ears are going to rot..." Fu Jiang almost collapsed.

"My sister and I are from Ji Zhiguo, which is a country where everyone can sing and dance. We and our parents lived there happily, but later we lost our family in the war..." Yuan Ming almost burst into tears.

"Uh... I'm sorry..." Toojiang scratched his hand, and the guy who lost his family in the war and had to become a cowherd was indeed very miserable.

"It's okay... Ji Zhi Country is full of robbers, so my sister can only take me to the Fire Country. Thanks to my encounter with Grandma Yu who took us in, we didn't starve to death..." Yuan Ming wiped his tears with his palms.

"Thanks to... If the old lady really wants to be kind, she will not let you be a duck." Fu Jiang curled her lips and belittled Grandma Yu without mercy.

"We siblings are lonely and helpless. It is a blessing to be able to save our lives in troubled times. How dare we ask for more..." Yuan Ming shook his head with his palms, and did not complain to Grandma Yu for this.

"Yuan Ming's palm... Hey, I just heard the waiter with a bad butt mention it? Are you the top cowherd of No.1?" Fu Jiang suddenly thought of something.

"Hehe... they are all rankings that everyone can rank casually, Jisang doesn't have to care so much." Yuanming covered his palms and chuckled.

"Shu..." Fu Jiang, the Cowherd Crane's tail instantly collapsed. He hated such hypocritical people the most.

"By the way... As the top card, no one ordered it so late?" Toojiang was a little confused.

"It's probably because the price is too expensive. After all, there are one million a night, not every day there are guests." Yuan Ming smiled.

"Go..." Fu Jiang's face collapsed again, looking for a duck for one million taels, this evil capitalism...

Sure enough, after Cowherd gained a certain position, he also changed from physical work to technical work.

"By the way, where is your sister? Could it be here too..." Fu Jiang shook his eyebrows.

"Well, sister, she is also the top dancer here. Thanks to our parents who have laid the foundation for dancing since we were young." Yuanming nodded without any mind.

"Oh...If you don't mind, I'll ask a question. Do you usually take more male customers or female customers?" Fu Jiang smiled wickedly, and his hands were making some small moves.

"Swish... Jisang, where did you think of..." Yuanming covered his mouth again and chuckled: "We are a regular hot spring shop... I am also a regular cowherd. I accompany you to drink, chat, song, dance, and play chess. I can accompany you in anything, but I don't sleep with you!"

"Mom! How stupid is the sucker who spends so much money!" Fu Jiang shouted that it was not worth it, and even felt that his yearning for Gao Tianyuan had completely disappeared.

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