Jiu Motoko, who specializes in sabotage, only has a lottery to guarantee survival, and her luck is particularly bad.
Not even a spiritual object was produced, but 12 bottles of the worst ability value potions were given, plus 24 lowest-level spirit-replenishing crystals.
She was only short of a little potion, and her cultivation was enough to achieve a breakthrough, so she just pursed her lips in dissatisfaction.
Is it possible that killing so many silver beast monsters has no merit at all?
Fortunately, there was a little gain, otherwise I would have simply made 20 million.
This little money will be spent in the blink of an eye if you click on Tong Ling Bao.
Jiu Motoko glanced at the fake brother's tricycle beside him, the four full woven bags, and sighed.
The harvest is not good.
Turning around to look behind her, she saw that the thighs of the silver monsters were all caught in her net, and she was actually able to take these things out.
I don’t know how many things those psychic supplies companies take out every time.
She suddenly had an idea and said to the fake brother: "When we go back later, I will take you to the truck city in the middle of the night and we will eat a few trucks."
"Next time, don't turn into a tricycle. Get a truck out. I'll ask Xiaoyang to fill the truck. She should work harder."
Jiu Yuanzi is currently quite satisfied with Gong Yangyan, and chores like packing up trophies are very suitable for her.
After the prizes were drawn, she exited the dojo. The fragment of the Nuwa Cauldron in her belly had disappeared, and the dojo was gone.
In today's lottery, almost everyone had bad luck, but there was one person standing in front of the slot machine, surrounded by small virtual fireworks, music, balloons, hearts and constantly changing and flashing lights.
The laughing stock in the cultivation circle, Mr. Ning, the foolish and wealthy financial financier, won the grand prize.
The three images on the slot machine show three skulls, which look very unlucky, but they are indeed big prizes.
A colorful black card was spit out from the slot machine.
He picked up the card and looked at it. The pattern on it was a Q-version baby with the body of a snake and a tail, and there were a few lines of words written on it.
[Your loyalty has been recognized by God, and you have obtained the qualification to raise God’s cub, Ling Xiaosheng. Please prepare soft beds, clean meat and water, and obedient servants.
Remember, please forgive God for all his actions, she was still a child. 】
"..." Ning Zhi didn't know how to complain, so Ling Xiaosheng changed his approach and returned it to his hands.
But, does this cub look smaller than the one in the dojo?
He had no intention of manifesting the card right now, he had better go out and talk about it later.
Everyone exited the Nuwa Cauldron Dojo, and the entire dojo began to undergo changes. Everything inside turned into sand and mud, turning from a city of death full of zombies into a world of sand and mud.
In this sand and mud, there is a place that is very conspicuous, and that is a magic circle.
A silver magic circle was arranged on the sand and mud. This magic circle was exactly the same as the one in the power plant workshop, except that in the middle was not a generator, but a statue of Nuwa more than ten meters high.
No. 1 stepped on the dim magic circle, walked to the statue, and looked at the cracks all over its body.
Click.
A small piece of gravel fell from the statue, and as if given an order, the entire statue began to collapse and turned into a pile of gravel and sand, which was piled in the middle of the magic circle.
Number One looked at the pile of sand, his figure gradually dimmed, and finally disappeared.
Everything in the entire dojo began to be swallowed up by darkness, one after another. When the last grain of sand was swallowed up, only endless darkness remained.
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"Ah! Sister Jiu, how come all my flesh has turned into this kind of thing!" Gong Yangyan opened her eyes and immediately looked at her flesh, only to find that Jiu Yuanzi, who also appeared together, was holding a net in his hand. There was no meat in it, not even a ounce.
In the net with holes the size of a fist, there was only a ball of silver liquid, about one kilogram.
Jiu Yuanzi also looked at them, and a word appeared in his mind: draw the spiritual liquid.
This is a high-grade spiritual liquid used to draw magic circles. Of course, it can also be used to draw spiritual talismans. It is very precious.
Just refining requires dozens of materials, and the formulas are different among the big guys, but none of them are something that ordinary gods can afford.
A bottle of about 10ML, if calculated in terms of mortal prices, would be about half of Mr. Ning’s family property.
And she now has a kilogram.
Gong Yangyan was extremely disappointed. She was still thinking that Jiu Yuanzi didn't eat meat, so if she could eat some meat herself, Sister Jiu wouldn't mind.
She doesn't want rubbish anyway. Meat is rubbish to Shu Motoko. You can try the delicious ones, but forget about them if they taste bad.
Now that it has turned into a pool of silver water, Gong Yangyan can forget about it.
She cheered up and looked at Mr. Shi and Pan Xiaolu, "Okay, two of you. Let's start counting the spoils. Hand over everything you got and distribute it proportionally."
Jiu Yuanzi didn't care about such trivial matters. If she did everything herself, what use would she have for Gong Yangyan?
She found two large glass sealed jars in the kitchen, poured the grains inside into the basin, put the spiritual liquid into one of them, and then put the rotten meat in the other jar.
The spirit-inducing liquid is okay, it looks like a jar of mercury.
The rotten meat was disgusting. It was still a glass jar and placed in the kitchen, making her look like a pervert with special hobbies.
Gong Yangyan was like a foreman, starting to settle accounts, even every soul-replenishing crystal would be counted clearly.
If it weren't for the fact that they both had their trouser pockets turned out, she would have wanted to take out the bags herself to see if they were hiding anything and why there was such a bulge in the middle of their pants.
No wonder she went from being a rich second generation to being as poor as she is now.
The whole family flipped through the psychic treasures and selected a bunch of things they wanted. When they looked at the shopping cart, they realized that even if they sold all the family's assets, they wouldn't be able to pay even a third of it.
The family's perception of money has become distorted, and they wonder if they have entered the underworld with tens of billions of banknotes from Tiandi Bank.
Otherwise, why would these prices be so exaggerated and prevent people from practicing?
Jiu Motoko sat on the sofa, picked out a watermelon, cut it open with air, and ate it with a spoon while looking at Lu Ming's cell phone.
This guy never thought about deleting the record after contacting him. When he opened the chat software, Jiu Yuanzi randomly clicked on a person whose name was the sponsor, and found his target.
The name used by the other party was Lord of Billions of Laws. He clicked on the information and took a look. It turned out that he was not a trumpet. It was extremely arrogant to buy and kill someone so boldly.
In the information, he was holding five medium-grade spirit-replenishing crystals in his hand, revealing the magic ring on his finger, and added the following words: Today in this blessed land, Lingshan, feel free to use these few spirit-replenishing crystals to practice for a while to maintain your health.
This is no different from checking in for a cup of milk tea at an internet celebrity cafe and putting your car keys in a conspicuous place when taking photos.
There was no threat at all between him and Lu Ming, and the other party hadn't even had time to say anything threatening to her whole family.
I just said, I am from the Xiao family.
Lu Ming immediately took over, and as long as she gave enough money, she could help with anything.
In this chat conversation, Jiu Yuanzi could feel from the length of the other party's pause that the other party had a bunch of threatening words, but they were all blocked by Lu Ming's positivity.
The negotiated price was not high, 40 million plus an attack magic weapon, and help her change her name in the Alien Bureau. She wanted to change her name and live somewhere else.
Jiu Yuanzi saved the faceless photos and chat records of the Xiao family and sent them to his mobile phone.
Then she sent the photo to Xiao Wanfa, with the pitiful expression that comes with the psychic treasure, and said aggrievedly: "Brother Xiao, this person is so bad, I almost couldn't leave the dojo. I didn't even know it was him. Who, because we have a good relationship, want to sow discord?"
Xiao Wanfa quickly replied, "Xiao Yun Sanfa, I will give you an explanation for this matter."
"Well, thank you Brother Xiao, otherwise I would be so scared." Jiu Yuanzi replied casually while leaning on the sofa and eating watermelon.
Anyway, it's typing, not speaking, and calling me brother doesn't count as calling me personally, no problem.
"Well, I know a library with a nice view. Do you want to visit it tomorrow?" Xiao Wanfa sent another message.
As if he was afraid of being too abrupt, he added, "I just want to tell you how to deal with this matter."
Without saying anything, Jiu Yuanzi nodded with a happy and red heart expression, "Okay."
Then she raised her head and chewed the watermelon and said: "What does he want from me? Is he a fake brother, or is he simply fascinated by my beauty?"
"It's really annoying. Why am I so beautiful? It's really annoying." She said helplessly.
Gong Yangyan, who was dividing the spoils, immediately shouted: "Yes, Sister Jiu is the most beautiful woman in the world!"
Mr. Shi and Pan Xiaolu were completely speechless. They could not refute this fact at all. It was just too much for her to say it herself.
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I went out to apply for social security today, so I was a little late coming back and forth, I'm sorry. If I don’t go today, I won’t have much free time in the future [because I haven’t saved my manuscript]
