After sending away the wild men in heaven, Jiu Motoko took out the spiritual object that was obtained through the final lottery in the gold list dojo.
A piece of smooth and soft paper made of unknown material, a bit like silk but not that soft, with a bit of leather texture.
Dojo Golden Finger [Bind: Jiu Motoko]
Grade: Heaven level.
Features: With this cheat, you will get all-round personal guidance in the dojo, quickly avoid all battles and dangers, get the best rewards, and pass the level perfectly.
What are you waiting for, give it a try next time! [A beauty who doesn’t use it is a fool. 】
Jiu Yuanzi stared at this spiritual object and frowned.
If someone else were to get this spiritual object, they would definitely feel that they were the master of their destiny, and maybe even a savior.
When the golden finger is opened so wide, it is completely an invincible system text. You can step on the enemy, put your hands on your hips and shout: Who else is there!
But Jiu Motoko didn't feel that he was so lucky. This spiritual creature was too suspicious. Just like those videos of kidnapping instead of adoption, carrying cages everywhere to catch stray kittens, rescue and adopt them.
The cat strips in the cage were so obvious that they looked like traps and snares.
I am not a stupid milk cat.
Why don't others have such cheating spiritual objects? Only I can draw them. The key point lies in the characteristics of the spiritual objects.
Jiu Motoko had a feeling that this spiritual creature wanted him to follow its prompts honestly and complete the journey perfectly without causing trouble.
Just like when eating, all the dishes have been blended into a paste by themselves with a blender, and straws are put on them before being served in front of you.
The only thing he had to do was suck this cup of food into his mouth.
Maybe if necessary, someone will feed you directly, just to prevent you from eating all the food on the table and soiling your clothes, hands and face.
So what's the point?
Jiu Motoko wanted to laugh a little. Is that what he lacked in the dojo?
...Well, it is indeed lacking.
However, I am a gentleman who loves money and gets it wisely.
etc.
She frowned and thought about it, and it seemed a little wrong to use this sentence to describe it.
She probably likes excitement, just like the second-generation super rich who have women queuing up to deliver them to their door, but they just want to do dog licking.
People who have always lacked satisfaction will feel happy and happy with what is delivered to their door.
But for people who have these things readily available, those things that take time, effort, and effort to obtain are more interesting.
Otherwise, if you don't find some excitement in these places in your life where you are free, rich, and don't have to worry about life, you will have to do bad things to find excitement.
Just like Mr. Ning, he just ignores good people and wants to act like a monster.
Although he became more successful after becoming a half-demon, it was just a by-product of his search for excitement.
The original purpose was not to become a half-demon to do business in the world of immortality.
Jiu Motoko also felt that when he went to the dojo and had to scrape the flesh off the legs of mosquitoes, he was not being too greedy, it was just fun.
Children with better conditions still have to spend money to experience life, go to the suburbs of the city to pull corn cobs and harvest rice and wheat.
Or spend money to experience professional life in the city, such as carpentry, moving toys and bricks.
Because they don’t have access to these, they spend money to experience it, and they feel it’s great value and happy.
Carpenters, bricklayers, or farmers' children are not willing to do this kind of work, let alone spend money. If you give them money, they are not willing to do it.
Jiu Motoko felt that she was different from ordinary people who went to the dojo.
They went there because of the pressure to survive, but they went there just to have fun.
There is no need to be fooled by the golden fingers of this dojo and lose your original intention.
Jiu Motoko confirmed his true intention and would not be shaken by small gains.
Then she put the spiritual object in a cookie tin box, wrapped it dozens of layers with transparent tape, and wrapped the tin box tightly.
After thinking for a while, I found a pen from the study and wrote a reminder on it: I ate the farts from roasted sweet potatoes.
This way no one will open it, and it looks like something boys in middle school and high school would do.
Just when he was about to throw it into the utility room, Jiu Motoko hesitated again.
No, if someone misunderstands that I did it, forget it, and that pervert at Niu Xixi might be excited to take it apart.
Then she thought about the year more than ten years ago, and added a few small words below: Ning Zhi, stay. XX year X month X day.
Looking at the words on it, Jiu Motoko nodded with satisfaction, "Perfect."
This time, her phone rang.
Jiu Motoko casually hooked it with her finger, and the phone floated over. She held it in her hand and answered it without looking at it. There was no way a sales call was coming.
Mr. Ning's voice came over the phone, "Miss Jiu, it's me."
Jiu Yuanzi almost dropped the iron box in his hand, quickly threw it on the shoebox in the utility room, closed the door and smiled on the phone: "Mr. Ning, what's going on?"
"Miss Jiu is busy?" Mr. Ning asked politely when he heard some noise coming from the phone.
"No, no." Jiu Yuanzi hurriedly explained, "I didn't do anything. It has nothing to do with you."
"..." Mr. Ning was silent.
He was standing at the gate of Jiuyuanzi Island. He had just learned from the maid that she had returned to her villa in Haidu City.
Mr. Ning was a little confused and thought about what personal belongings he didn't take away.
Suddenly, his expression turned ugly.
I left in such a hurry that it seemed like the sheets had not been changed, and I had to take a shower and spend the night later.
Are there any hairs on the sheets or in the bathroom?
Brother Fake’s dog cleans the house, can it be guaranteed to be clean? Mr. Ning questioned Brother Fake’s professional skills.
A picture appeared in his mind. Jiu Motoko was holding the collected hair and planning to curse himself with a wicked smile.
"You're not holding my hair and planning to put a curse on me, are you?" Mr. Ning asked directly.
At this moment, he doesn't need emotional intelligence.
"Huh?" Jiu Yuanzi was stunned. What the hell?
Mr. Ning was a little embarrassed. Hearing her surprised voice, he must have guessed wrong.
He then added: "Oh, I misunderstood.
Because Ms. Jiu's entry to the dojo always doesn't go smoothly, so I thought you found a way to change things, such as borrowing some good luck from me, the destined son. "
Jiu Motoko opened her eyes wide, rushed to the utility room, held the mobile phone with her spiritual power, and held the iron box with both hands, trying to open it.
She wanted to show Mr. Ning who was the lucky demon. He, the destined son, was nothing!
Then I found that even with my spiritual power, it was still a bit difficult to open the iron box wrapped with a whole tape, and I had no way of starting.
The spirit said it had never experienced anything like this.
Jiu Motoko calmed down at this time and felt that she was really lively and cute. Fairy is a girl until she dies.
Manager Ning's voice came over the phone, "Miss Jiu, are you okay over there?"
"It's okay, Mr. Ning, what do you want from me?" Jiu Yuanzi threw the iron box back into the utility room and asked, holding on to the door.
Mr. Ning said: "I caught a bird on my island. It can speak human language and claims to be a god in the sky.
Miss Jiu is a fairy from heaven who has seen a lot, so I would like to invite you to come and see if this is a monster or a magical bird.
By the way, it said it was a Golden Crow, but it looked completely different from the one in the dojo. "
"Eh? Okay, I'll come now." Jiu Yuanzi was stunned and had to admit that Mr. Ning was lucky.
If you look at the two islands, they are right next to each other. People only fly to his island and not to their own.
Do you think your scenery is not good enough?
Tsk, you’re a dead bird that doesn’t know how to appreciate things, and doesn’t even know the sense of technology.
She took her cell phone, went to the basement, and started teleporting to Three Realms Island.
While waiting for the teleportation, Jiu Motoko looked at the basement. It was indeed much cooler without the red wine.
So, where is my wine?
