It seemed that Jing Huang had no difficulty in untying the peach blossom chain on the ancient coins. He just touched it lightly with his fingertips, and the thin red rope unraveled automatically. Jing Huang took out an ancient coin and stood expressionless.
"Go quickly. Go quickly." Luo Binhan pushed his shoulder and said, "Let me see!"
"……boring."
Luo Binhan held his breath and tried his best to imitate the drake voice of his junior high school days and said: "You are not afraid, are you?"
Jing Huang's face turned dark. He waved his sleeves and said: "That's nonsense. What's so scary about such evil things... Hey, you damn bulb-eye, try this copper coin first."
Momolo agreed cheerfully. He ran over happily like a primary school student who was invited to join a spring outing group, and said to Jing Huang: "Mr. Xuanhong, actually I can buy things with my own salary, so I don't need gifts from others." It’s over!”
Luo Binhan almost made him angry to death. He slapped Momolo on the back of the head and shouted: "Old Mo! Don't be playful with the evil forces!"
"But Mr. Xuanhong wants me to test the machine." Momolo said earnestly, "Please don't worry about me, Mr. Luo! I believe that the works of the White Tower Masters will not be harmful to others!"
Luo Binhan is not so optimistic. Now he has serious doubts about the "supply station", and would rather believe that it is a prank tool created by some mage to kill boredom in the repressed war. Only then can he perfectly explain why this vending machine spits out so much. Useless things.
Luo Binhan was determined to prove that he was right, but he had no intention of dragging Momolo into the water. He said sincerely to Momoluo that Jing Huang, as the captain of the Silence, undoubtedly contributed the most and sacrificed the most to the ship, but received the least. When they encounter a rare treasure like the White Tower vending machine, no matter how humble and selfless Jing Huang himself is, they should never let the good people suffer and let the entire Silence establish a new trend of being civilized and polite. Furthermore, the ancient coins in Jing Huang's hands were given by his fellow villagers. They obviously contained important thoughts and should undoubtedly be used by Jing Huang himself.
Momolo was so moved by his impassioned speech that his eyes filled with tears. He turned to grab Jing Huang's hand and earnestly expressed his guilt and gratitude for his immaturity. During the whole process, Jing Huang said nothing and just stared at Luo Binhan.
Luo Binhan was very happy about this scene. He couldn't wait to push Jing Huang to the vending machine, pinched his wrist and pressed it towards the coin slot. ??During that process, he dared to guarantee that Jing Huang had several subtle struggles, but Luo Binhan deliberately pretended not to notice. There was no evidence that the White Tower vending machine could watch people order food, but Luo Binhan was still curious about what Jing Huang would draw.
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??????Jing Huang had a cold face and threw an ancient coin into the coin slot. It made a crisp impact sound, which seemed to prove that this ancient coin was equally effective as all the currencies previously used. Then Jing Huang reached out to the crystal ball, and the flocculent sediment inside the ball began to deform. They fluttered and swelled, deepening slightly in color until they formed a pale pink flaming cloud.
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????????Jing Huang lowered his head and looked at the pale pink clouds.
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????"Trash." He said contemptuously.
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????Luo Binhan reached out and tugged his hair: "Let's be polite, young master. You see, everyone has written politeness on the machine. What if you are too arrogant and people stop selling things?"
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????"If you don't sell it, don't sell it. I just want to see what the fake wishing machine imitated by the White Tower looks like. As for the contents contained in it, it doesn't matter at all. Anyway, it's just a bunch of things that affect luck. What’s there to buy from these crappy things like numbers and minds?”
Jing Huang disliked the vending machine in a tone that could be said to be arrogant, but Luo Binhan had no intention of listening to such nonsense. He eagerly grabbed Jing Huang's right hand and slapped the big red button that started to flash.
Boom! A heavy object fell down and hit the baffle of the exit violently. The sound was thick, dull, and full of stability, which sounded very different from Luo Binhan's previous two purchases.
Jing Huang still stood there with a gloomy expression, seemingly not caring at all about what he had purchased. As a close traveling companion, Luo Binhan had no choice but to push him away and bend down to check the situation at the shipping port himself. He found a dark lacquered wood square box behind the baffle. It had a simple shape, but it also made people feel solemn unconsciously.
Luo Binhan took out the wooden box from it with some anxiety. The surface of the box is hard and rough, but it is not cold, but slightly warm as if it had just been exposed to sunlight. He opened the box and saw a wood-carved doll lying on the velvet cushion inside. This doll is painted a gray-black color that is slightly lighter than wood black. The front is in the shape of a peanut with a small top and a large bottom. The base is round and has no flat parts. The facial features of the doll are outlined with silver paint, and the strokes are extremely simple, making the face appear dull and dull.
"What is this? A cursed doll?" He turned to ask Jing Huang.
Jing Huang stood behind him and looked at the puppet, shaking his head expressionlessly. From his performance, Luo Binhan concluded that the puppet at least had no obvious risks.
He took it out of the box and nearly failed the first time. The puppet was horribly heavy, holding it was like holding a lead ball ten times its size. Luo Binhan had to use some strength to take it out of the box and try to place the base part on the ground. The round base caused the puppet to sway back and forth a few times, but it maintained a steady balance and never let the upper part touch the ground.
Now Luo Binhan understood its purpose. It's a tumbler.
He pushed it a few times with his fingers, watched it sway dully, and then fiddled with the box containing the puppets with ease. Soon he found a line of silver engraving on the inside of the box lid - but it was only a short line, and it was more general and dangerous than any vending machine product description he had seen in the past:
Father's love is like a mountain series: an ideal customized mini father. Suitable for autistic children.
Luo Binhan stared at this line of words quietly. At this time, he was squatting on the ground, and Jing Huang was standing behind him, his sight blocked by his head. He heard Jing Huang speaking coldly behind him, commenting on the roly-poly's strange appearance.
Cold sweat began to seep out from Luo Binhan's back. In that short moment, thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind: First of all, he thought that this vending machine must have some kind of twisted and tasteless sense of humor, and all this could not be a random coincidence. , but the vending machine was mistreating them; secondly, he couldn't help but question the authenticity of the name, "a completely ideal father", which had nothing to do with a crude-looking roly-poly puppet; finally, the most important thing What's more, for the safety of the Silence and the peace of the universe - Jing Huang must not be allowed to see the words on the lid of the box.
"Why are you squatting all the time?" Jing Huang asked behind him.
"Nothing, nothing." Luo Binhan said repeatedly, "I just think this tumbler is a bit interesting. Shen Yun is somewhat similar to you, Master."
"Fart." Jing Huang said. The tone sounded the same as usual, and Luo Binhan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Although he used his body to block the lid of the box, he was still worried that Jing Huang had some monitoring capabilities that were beyond common sense. But now it seems that Jing Huang does not have clairvoyant eyes, at least not when he has no intention of peeping.
Luo Binhan immediately closed the lid of the box. When the box was completely closed, he felt as if he had just escaped from a natural disaster, and his heart was beating fast. He stood up holding the box, ready to rush to the recycling bin to make it disappear forever, but at this moment the air in front of his nose flashed, and he emerged from the air refreshed.
"Hey! Hello everyone. How is the lottery game going? I just held it for half a minute. Half a minute because the mate asked me to fully check the security of the system, including my own security of course. It felt disgusting Do you know? It's like you wrote an essay, and then it was not the teacher who marked it but you who marked it yourself. You have to rack your brains to write a comment for yourself. The score cannot be too high or too low... Hey, the box in your hand is What? Why are you winking? Let me scan what treasure is hidden in there - Oh! A completely ideal father for an autistic child? Are you? Where is your ideal father? Let me see !”
∈Shout the contents of the box loud enough for the entire room to hear. Luo Binhan shivered in fear and wanted to pick up the tumbler on the ground and retreat with it. Only then did he realize that the tumbler had disappeared.
"What are you looking for?" Jing Huang said.
At this time, Luo Binhan almost didn't dare to look at each other. He lowered his head and continued to look for the tumbler, saying, "Let me see if there are any fruit crumbs on the ground and collect them."
"If you're looking for that thing, it's here with me."
Luo Binhan turned his head and looked over. He saw the puppet roly-poly standing on Jing Huang's head at some point. It's just behind the bunch of curled hair that Luo Binhan pulls at most. It settled there without anyone noticing, like a cat stuffing itself into a cardboard box. The face outlined with silver pen stared into the void with infinite sorrow, swaying, swaying, swaying on top of the captain of the Silence's head...
Jing Huang stood still and didn't move. He stared at Luo Binhan for a few seconds without any waves, and then slowly moved upwards, staring at the roly-poly who was leaning down and melancholy in his hair.
He began to glow. A scimitar came out of his collar.
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