Muddle-headed and trance-like are how to describe Zhao Meng's state at this time.
"Who am I? Where do I come from and what do I do?"
He saw a group of beautiful bee demons lining up to spit at him.
Zhao Meng's condition became more and more sluggish, and soon his whole body was covered with transparent and sticky honey, no! To be precise, it is Xi Xuantian nectar.
"I……"
Zhao Meng wanted to say something, but his face was already covered with honey, and the sweet feeling was poured in from his mouth.
At this moment, Zhao Meng's brain shut down.
So much so that he didn't know when those beautiful bee demons left.
When will I return to the Demon Suppression Temple? Can't remember either.
When to even go down the mountain? When to ride the Bull Demon? He was even more in a daze on the way back.
It wasn't until the moist breeze blowing from the vast green grassland that Zhao Meng was completely awakened.
"Zhao Meng, have you finally recovered?"
"I've seen you in a state of disbelief these past two days. I thought you were poisoned by bee venom. I even asked someone watching to take a look. The person said you were just frightened."
"But I can't blame you. Those bee monsters are indeed scary. If only one is fine, I can't handle them in large numbers."
It was rare for Bai Geng to say so many words, but these words did not attract Zhao Meng's attention.
At this moment, Zhao Meng was just looking at the jar of Xi Xuantian nectar in his arms, dazed.
Seeing Zhao Meng behaving like this again, Bai Geng shook his head helplessly and said nothing more.
"If I had known that manna was collected this way, I wouldn't have come."
Zhao Meng turned back to look at the Liangjie Mountain that was gradually shrouded in clouds and mist, and then glanced at the jar in his arms:
"These are definitely enough."
"I will never go to that place again!"
…
Two days later, inside Liangjie City.
When he returned to the mall, the first thing Zhao Meng did was to find Ma Linlin and exchange the Xixuantian nectar for the demon stone.
And just today, Ma Linlin finally completed the collection of demon stones.
"It seems like a lot of nectar, but only 206 demon stones were exchanged, which is only enough for one simulation."
As soon as Zhao Meng came out of the Yanqima Clan's camp, the original honey jar turned into a metal box.
"It's still not enough!" Zhao Meng didn't know what he was thinking and looked towards the south.
"Demon stones are not allowed to be brought into the Demon Suppression Temple." Bai Geng, who was following Zhao Meng, suddenly interrupted his thoughts.
Zhao Meng naturally knew this. He didn't think about bringing the demon stone into the Demon Suppression Temple. Instead, he found an inn and booked a room.
…
"Thank you very much!"
Thank you to the tired and breathless porters.
Zhao Meng closed the door and opened the metal box. A box full of demonic stones came into view.
He picked up a demon stone and put it in his hand. As the shadow in his consciousness fluctuated, the red-green demon stone quickly dimmed.
"It still only shortens the time by about a day."
"It seems that in the past eighteen years, in order to adapt to commercialization, this demon stone has also undergone certain standardized transformations."
Look at the red and green demonic stones in the box that are equal in size and shaped like ping pong balls.
He couldn't help but think of the demon stone given to him by the mixed-haired fox.
The demon stone was much larger than these demon stones, and its shape was irregular. What impressed Zhao Meng even more was that there was a strange liquid in the demon stone.
"Perhaps the demon stone at that time was not as valuable as it is now, so that bastard fox would give it to me easily!"
"By the way! I don't know what's going on with that fox now?"
With the movements of Zhao Meng's hands, the number of demon stones in the box was gradually reduced. It was not until some changes occurred in his consciousness that he stopped absorbing them.
A colorful ball of light appeared in front of the phantom with a human head and a snake's tail. This ball of colored light represented that Zhao Meng could simulate a new animal.
"It turns out he vomited it out too!"
Because Zhao Meng had been paying attention to the process of the shadow solidifying this time, he could see the appearance of the light group very clearly.
When he saw the ball of light being spit out, an inexplicable sweet feeling appeared in Zhao Meng's mouth.
"Uh...something's wrong!"
Zhao Meng hurriedly expelled the strange thoughts from his mind.
"Take care of the remaining demon stones first, then go back and observe."
Although he wanted to enter the simulation world at this time and experiment with his previous ideas.
But he still needs to handle some things properly before he can simulate with peace of mind.
The first is the treatment of the demon stone.
Previously, I only exchanged two demon stones from Ma Linlin, which would not attract any attention. After all, it was just two demon stones, and they would disappear as soon as they disappeared.
But now that so many demonic stones have suddenly disappeared, it will inevitably arouse some suspicion.
Fortunately, he was also prepared,
"It's time to come back." After Zhao Meng waited for a while, he heard a knock on the door:
"Sir, the gold and silver you asked for have been exchanged for it!"
Zhao Meng stood up, opened the door, and then two guys carried a box in.
In addition to these two guys, Bai Geng was also standing outside the door.
He looked at Zhao Meng who was busy in the room, with a look of confusion on his face.
…
Half an hour.
"This is your deposit certificate, please be sure to keep it properly."
Zhao Meng took the piece of paper that looked very special and looked at the surrounding environment.
For a moment he found himself doing business in a bank.
“Business in this world is far more prosperous than I thought.”
…
After finishing the business and handling some trivial matters, Zhao Meng prepared to take public transportation back to Demon Town Temple.
While waiting at the platform, Zhao Meng heard a familiar shout again:
"New products in the tavern! Huli holding wine! Huli holding wine! You can't miss it, come and take a look."
Looking at the tiger demon soliciting customers in front of the tavern.
A look of regret appeared on Zhao Meng's face, and it was unclear what he was regretting.
…
at dusk,
Zhao Meng, who had just had dinner, was sitting at the stone table in the courtyard, drawing something on the paper.
"These are the things I haven't studied thoroughly now."
"If you study these thoroughly, you can reach the entry-level level and become an immortal."
"Cultivation to immortality..."
Zhao Meng thought back to all the things he experienced when he came to this world.
In fact, when he saw Qingxuan who could fly for the first time, he firmly believed in cultivating immortality.
At that time, he had repeatedly begged Qingxuan to teach him how to practice. Unfortunately, Qingxuan rejected his request because of his royal status.
Then the simulation system appeared, and he kept simulating and simulating as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.
In order to get strong help and embark on the path of spiritual practice.
After all, it is said in those animations, movies, and novels that with a plug-in called the system, you can quickly become stronger.
But what about him?
"What's being simulated!"
"None of them are used to improve strength."
Looking at the dimming sunset on the horizon, Zhao Meng no longer had high expectations for new animals.
Now he only wants to use the simulation process to study numerology and break through the last step of the introduction to spiritual practice.
This was what he was really looking forward to.
"I hope things go as I expected..."
Zhao Meng closed his eyes and sank into the consciousness space, and a new simulation was about to begin.
