Meng Aman still couldn't hold it back.
Give them a vicious look.
Something that doesn’t live up to expectations!
Get in fucking trouble as much as you can.
A bad visitor with a long history.
"I understand." He waved his hand in disgust, "You guys should step back."
Several scavengers hesitated and turned back three times, looking like they didn't want to leave.
"Is there anything else?" Meng Aman raised his eyebrows.
The scavenger nodded and said carefully: "As you promised, I will find out the situation of the cabin. There are five kilograms of potato cubes."
Meng Aman gritted his teeth.
The fist is hard.
You still have the nerve to tell me this stuff, and you still have the nerve to ask for rewards?
Do you know how much trouble it will cause?
Several scavengers saw the growing resentment on his face, shrunk their heads and muttered: "Then don't want it, Lord Aman, let's..."
hiss--
He became even more angry.
What a tone! He felt so aggrieved, as if he didn't want to pay for these kilograms of potato chips.
"Give it! Why don't you give it!" Meng Aman gritted his teeth, "Take them down, five pounds each."
"Let them choose!"
A few scavengers were so happy that they thought they had a total of five kilograms. Unexpectedly, everyone had a share, so they bowed and thanked them repeatedly.
"Thank you Lord Aman."
The next morning.
Meng Aman reined in his horse and went on the road alone.
When he waited, the sun had just risen, and two black vortexes distorted the sky.
The cabin door was closed, and there was no one around.
He dismounted, looked around, and walked to a corner uncertainly.
Throw a stone.
Whoosh——
Arrows whittled out of short wood flew out.
"Who!" the scavenger's voice sounded.
Meng Aman's eyes wandered, trying to judge where the other person was from his voice: "It's me, Meng Aman."
"Crack!" From his right rear, a disguise was lifted, revealing the entrance to the crypt.
Several scavengers came out one after another: "Master Aman, you are here!"
Meng Aman turned around with a calm expression: "The trap is good."
"We people depend on these things to save our lives." One person responded with a shy smile.
"Where is that monk?" Meng Aman looked towards the room.
Several scavengers looked at each other and looked at each other. After a while, some of them gritted their teeth and pushed out the man who had lied last night.
"Master Tyrannosaurus is asleep." The scavenger lowered his head and spoke very softly.
Meng Aman struggled to listen to his words and frowned: "Go and knock on the door. I'm here to see him."
The scavenger hesitated: "Master Tyrannosaurus said that he waited for you all night last night and didn't come."
"He has other things to do."
"Now it's your turn to wait for him."
Meng Aman frowned: "When will he have time?"
The scavenger buried his head lower: "At night, he said it was night."
night?
Meng Aman had a toothache.
"He also said that he only has two-quarters of an hour to talk to you." The scavenger continued speaking boldly.
Two quarters of an hour?
Meng Aman's expression was distorted: "When did it start?"
The scavenger wished he could sink into the dust: "He said let it happen."
Just let it happen?
Meng Aman clenched his fists.
Bad guest!
This is a bad guest!
Just in a small wooden house, what can happen? It’s nothing more than cultivation.
It's understandable that you can't spare time. After all, those chosen ones in Huangliang Realm have to race against time.
But...the time is not fixed, so this is looking for trouble.
"You guys watch here." Meng Aman grabbed the reins and said stiffly, "I'll come back in the afternoon."
Several scavengers hesitated to speak.
Meng Aman got on his horse and glared at them angrily: "You guys, each of you will get five kilograms of potato chips when you go back."
"Can you pack yesterday's and today's meals?" A scavenger swallowed.
Meng Aman glared at them again, said nothing, raised his riding crop, whipped them gently, and galloped away.
A few of them were confused.
Is this meal included or not?
Chen Jing didn't mean to make things difficult, he really couldn't determine his own time.
If I work well in the morning, I can pass the fart in two or three hours, but if I really want constipation, I can't force it.
How much time is wasted, how long the evening training will be postponed.
By the time Chen Jing returned home exhausted, it was already past seven and almost eight o'clock in the evening.
Put on your glasses.
Push the wooden door open.
A dazzling bonfire burst into view.
This made him slightly startled.
Just say there was something missing yesterday.
The movement in the house caused a man sitting around the campfire to turn around.
Chen Jing was startled and almost stepped back.
He is a very ugly man.
His face was covered with scars, densely covered with many suture marks, and one eyeball was protruding and half-hanging on his eyelid.
The nose is only half.
The layout of the three courtyards and five eyes is very correct, but due to the wear and tear of years of rubbing on the ground, it is now a mess.
"Are you the Tyrannosaurus?" Meng Aman stood up and looked at him.
Extraordinarily handsome, clean and tidy, with no wounds or calluses visible to the naked eye.
Pampered and raised.
There is no doubt that he is the chosen one in Huangliang Realm.
"Are you the son of the city lord?" Chen Jing nodded and looked at Meng Aman.
His body was covered in wounds, and there was almost no trace of intact skin no larger than a fingernail.
Is this the person who survived in the wasteland?
He is the son of the city lord, and he looks like this?
"Why do you want to see my father?" Meng Aman asked, speaking with a suppressed air and a polite bluntness.
Chen Jing said softly: "We will be neighbors in the future, let's chat and get acquainted."
"By the way, I would like to ask if I can buy some nearby terrain information, historical information about the world, and myths and legends about various deities."
Meng Aman's eyes widened in disbelief: "You asked us for these?"
It feels like a fisherman going to the fish market to buy fish.
"Our sect has suffered huge losses." Chen Jing gave out the reason he made up last night, "I have never recovered my strength and rested in seclusion. I was the first person selected by the Yellow Liang Realm and the first one to leave the sect. , people who go out to experience.”
Heavy losses?
Meng Aman's heart sank. He looked at Chen Jing, and surprisingly felt that it was a lot more pleasing to his eyes: "I see, what can Brother Tyrannosaurus rex trade for?"
"Some healing elixirs." Chen Jing walked back into the room and soon took out a small porcelain bottle.
Meng Aman was shocked: "He came from Huangliang territory?"
Chen Jing nodded.
"Good brother!" Meng Aman took a few steps forward and woke up when he heard a cough. He felt lost and smiled coquettishly, "What do you need, let me see if we can bring it out."
Life-saving things are the most precious things in the wasteland.
Ordinary people can also refine elixirs.
But... unless it's a life or death situation, almost no one would use that thing.
There is nothing in the world that is not polluted.
The more spiritual the herb is, the more contaminated it is.
The refined elixir will inevitably carry contamination.
The more you eat one, the closer you are to being completely contaminated.
If you use it, you will be half dead.
This is true for most elixirs in the world, but Huangliang Realm is the only exception, as it can produce uncontaminated elixirs.
Perhaps in the Huangliang Realm space, these are bargains that can be exchanged for ten chips.
But in the outside world, money is hard to come by.
"You guys make a list of the things you can trade." Chen Jing took the bottle back, "I'll see what I need then."
Meng Aman couldn't take his eyes away from the bottle and nodded heavily: "I'll prepare it when I get back and leave it to you tomorrow."
After saying that, he paused: "Make an appointment tomorrow?"
"It's still night, the specific time cannot be fixed." Chen Jing replied.
"Can't get away?" At this time, Meng Aman didn't feel awkward at all, and was even worried about him.
Chen Jing nodded: "Some cultivation matters."
Meng Aman responded readily: "No problem, then I'll wait for you tonight."
He sighed in his heart.
Not a bad guest, but a kind guest!
It's all the fault of the person who spread the lies and misunderstood himself.
Chen Jing also felt relieved.
Different from the stereotype I had last night, this young city lord did not look like a "slave owner" and was quite approachable.
"Then I will continue to practice. See you tomorrow." Chen Jing raised his hand to bow to him, turned around neatly, and was about to walk back.
Meng Aman stopped him: "Wait a minute."
"Huh?" Chen Jing was confused, "What else is there?"
Meng Aman bowed his hand towards him: "I haven't asked Brother Tyrannosaurus yet, where is his name on the hidden dragon list?"
"I haven't entered the list yet, I just reached the second level of the interior." Chen Jing shook his head.
Meng Aman was pleasantly surprised: "The interior is on the second floor, and I am also on the second floor of the interior!"
"I wonder if Brother Tyrannosaurus can give me some advice?"
"I was full of confidence back then, but I was not selected by the Huangliang Realm, and I always had a grudge."
"I have the chance to meet you today. Let me see how far apart you are from a real genius."
He got into a boxing stance.
Look serious.
The concave and convex eyes are full of hot fire.
In the body of a man in his thirties, he still has the passionate power of a teenager.
