DreamersGN Chapter 193
Chapter 193
Chapter 193
"Number 9, you are a good kid." No. 3 saw a piece of meat put in his mouth as a rule, and he was not stingy with compliments.
The NPC next to her couldn't stop picking vegetables into her bowl, and glared at her when she spoke: "You can't talk about food!"
The NPCs who enter the examination room will have the temperament of the host's previous life obsession. The No. 3 NPC looks very evil, with eyes wandering. No matter how you look at it, it is the character design of the mentally ill male protagonist Xiaoshi. People have a very strong desire to control.
Seeing his host talking to other male executors, his aura sank, and the eyes watching the ball turned cold.
Yang Mo was very tired. He fainted from a cold in front of his small body. He went up the mountain to hunt prey, and came back to cook again. Although he was sweating and felt comfortable, he was really tired.
Seeing partner No. 3 staring at his NPC nervously, he picked up a fruit and threw it at it, and said gloomily, "Want to fight?"
The No. 3 NPC has long been unhappy with Yang Mo. She is so young and arrogant in front of him like a [-] person.Given her such a provocation, she immediately slapped the table and said, "Come on!"
Snapped--
"Eat!" An Zhe looked at the table and put it heavily on the table. After a tired day, he finally got stuck on the table to eat. He was really exhausted physically and mentally. He would fight before eating, which was really shameful.
Here, Anzhe's is the red fan, regardless of seniority or status, he is number one.As soon as he was so angry, the red fan swiped open and floated by his side, already overwhelming and frightening everyone.
Jin Yu was Bai, and was so shocked by the air pressure that his chest was stuffy and he almost couldn't breathe. The NPC on the side subconsciously crawled into his arms and asked for shelter.
As soon as Yang Mo moved, blood came out of his nose and he coughed violently.Last time she went to Anzhe's place to trick him into showing her the fan, thinking that she would not meet her in the examination room, but she didn't expect such bad luck!
This fan is equivalent to the executor's life-saving weapon. When the fan is displayed, the executor cannot be killed, so it can be used to save life and bully novices, and executors who are lower than themselves.
Originally, it was just a warning, it wasn't that serious, but apart from switching identities and using a child's body, she was sick and tired for another day, and her body was only maintained by slow aura.
The main reason is that An Zhe is the executor who made it, and Qiuqiu looks like a white fan, how can she hold it.
"Girl." Qiuqiu was startled, she didn't expect An Zhe to have such a big backlash against her, so she took a veil and covered her.
Anzhe was also quite shocked. He was just shocked, because he hadn't reached the black yet, and couldn't look at the suppressed targets. They were all indiscriminate attack executors and NPCs. He didn't expect partner No. 9 to be so weak, so he quickly closed his fan.
Yang Mo waved his hand slightly, wiped off the blood with a handkerchief, and pointed to one to eat.
Seeing that she had also calmed down under An Zhe's shock, everyone started to eat as if she hadn't posted it.
Qingliu saw it in her heart, she was too angry in the front, forgot that there was still this trouble, her lips curled up, and she smiled slyly.
The village head boiled a chopstick of meat to the beggar, and ate it with a smile, as if he didn't notice the noise of the executors and NPCs.
Seeing that the crowd was almost arguing, he smiled and said, "The days will be long in the future, and it's normal to fight and fight. I have wine here, so no one can go and get a jar. Maybe the depression in my heart will be resolved, hahaha .”
"Can you take it casually?" No. 3 walked over first, frowned and sniffed it. It was obviously a clay vat, dozens of jars, but he didn't smell anything.
"Take whatever you want, but you can only take one altar. So you have to choose carefully, but you only have one chance." The village head always had a smile on his face, and he didn't dislike being a beggar by his side, and he would hold a pot for him from time to time. Chopsticks.
Hearing what the village chief said, everyone walked over. For a while, only Yang Mo, Qiuqiu, and two old people were left on the table.
Yang Mo ate a few mouthfuls of food, then lowered his head and coughed sullenly. A mouthful of black blood bleeds onto the handkerchief. He felt much more comfortable. He secretly adjusted his breath and let the aura walk through his limbs and bones. Only then did he feel really comfortable.
Jin Yu looked at the golden altars of the same size and remained calm. Both Qingliu and An Zhe had enough practical experience to shuttle between each altar.The other executors were also looking inside, and at the same time quietly observed the two people who were assessed No.1.
Yang Mo turned around and looked at her in place. She had good eyesight and good memory.Each jar is exactly the same, the jars are the same, the red cloth that seals the seal has the same folds, and even the distance between each jar is exactly the same.
I can’t see anything special from the outside. I think back to what the old man said, “Take whatever you want, but you can only take one pot. So you have to choose carefully, but you only have one chance.”
Take it casually but you can only take one jar, there is a quantity limit, and there is only one chance, so the key is in the heart word.
"Eh?" Before Yang Mo could take action, the voice of No. 3 came over.
"I just touched it and chose it? It doesn't count!" Everyone looked over, and saw that except for No. 3 who had touched the wine in front of her, she couldn't touch a single jar, and her hand directly passed through the wine jar. .
The village chief was still smiling, took a look and continued to eat.
Yang Mo raised his eyebrows, turned around and started eating too.
The village chief was a little curious when he saw her like this, and couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you going?"
Yang Mo rinsed his chopsticks and put them into the ball bowl: "No heart."
The village chief paused, and the beggar, who was eating sullenly, raised his head and glanced at her slightly, only to see the village chief smiled and looked at Qiuqiu and said, "What about you?"
Qiuqiu put down his chopsticks and cupped his hands respectfully: "Seniors choose first, and juniors should be courteous."
The village chief looked at the two people meaningfully, and then looked sideways at them.
With the premise of No. 3, everyone became cautious.
An Zhe had learned from the past, and immediately stopped to analyze what the village chief said.He is not a fool, and he was Yang Mo's executor before, so he quickly figured out the twists and turns inside.Immediately close your eyes, and everything around you instantly quiets down.
Dozens of wine jars emitted faint blue light in his sea of consciousness, varying in depth and depth, surrounded by darkness. Their wines stayed in place quietly, trying hard to emit light, attracting him to take them away.
Especially the brightest jar, the light was dazzling, he seemed to see Yang Mo waving to him beside his wine jar.
Unconsciously, he walked over.When it touched the wine jar, the world became noisy again, the wind blowing the leaves made a rustling sound, and the aroma of wine immediately overflowed.
Everyone looked at him in confusion, Qingliu took a step forward, worried: "Are you okay?"
An Zhe shook his head slightly. Only he could smell the aroma of the wine. He looked down at the wine jar: "Feel it with your heart."
The voice was low, but everyone heard it.The village chief nodded in relief, he didn't hide his secrets, and he didn't insult his No.1 position.
To have a home, you must first have a heart.If you don't care about management, you can only have good resources, and tall buildings will rise from the sand, and the magnificence will fall.
On the contrary, if you manage with heart, the wilderness can also create a warm sun.
(End of this chapter)