Mo Yang rolled his eyes directly at Wan Mei, "I don't want to talk about it."
Wan Mei stretched out his hand to pinch the face of his black dog with a smile, put his mouth next to Mo Yang's ear, and said in a formulaic and showing off tone: "Special props."
Mo Yang's eyes widened in an instant, and he looked like you were teasing me. He also leaned into Wanmei's ear and said, "No, how could you get special props? You don't always look at intuition and luck, but only look at it." Data and strength?"
Wan Mei raised his lips: "You have to know that many times our success is said to be luck by others, but in fact it is really strength. Some people succeed by intuition, some rely on strength, and the result is always the same."
The corner of Mo Yang's mouth twitched, so what the great demon king of his own family wanted to express was that even if I didn't rely on my intuition and luck, I would not be against the sky, but as long as I have the strength, I can achieve the same awesome success effect as Ouhuang.
For example, solving puzzles and clearing levels, some people rely on intuition to pass levels, while others rely on strength. Anyway, it's all winners.
"Hehe. You are awesome."
"So how did you find this book? What's the use of this book?"
Wan Mei took the book and opened it, turned to a certain page, some pale fingers pointed to the picture on that page. "Does it look familiar?"
Mo Yang leaned over to take a look, and was shocked all of a sudden.
[Night Demon: A unique species of Yinhui planet, violent and fond of killing, it will haunt snowy nights every winter to find prey, play and kill. It is extremely fast, powerful, and has the power to simulate changes. A battle broke out between tens of thousands of night demons and humans hundreds of years ago on the Silver Glory Star. In the end, humans won a disastrous victory, and the number dropped by half. The Nightmare perishes.
Weaknesses: Sensitive sense of smell, low IQ.]
Mo Yang looked at the introduction on this page, "Obviously what's said in this book is wrong, the Night Demon still slipped through the net. However, just because of the last weakness, this book is very powerful."
Wan didn't nod. Then he directly put this "Global Encyclopedia of Biology" into his backpack. Obviously, except for his own black dog, he didn't plan to share the news with anyone else.
But Zhou Api, a cheeky fat man, had already come over when the two of them were talking, and he was not afraid that he was a big light bulb. So after reading the materials, he became excited. "Hey, Mr. Bai, sure enough, in the end you are the better one!!"
His voice was so loud that everyone turned their heads and looked over. At this time, everyone was in a bad mood. After all, they thought they had hope, but they couldn't find any props all afternoon. Fatty Zhou was not afraid of the staring eyes of these people at all, he laughed a few times: "Since everyone has seen it, I will share this news with you! But you have to accept our affection and say Maybe you can escape your life with this! Just now, my boss Bai found a special item in the bookstore. Although it is not an item that can directly restrain the night devil, it introduces the weakness of the night devil."
The crowd gathered quickly, and they didn't care about the fat man's frightened look at this moment, they asked one after another: "What's the weakness?"
Zhou Api cleared his throat and coughed twice: "Yemo is a murderer with a keen sense of smell, but his IQ is not high. Not to mention, just because of his keen sense of smell, if you think about it, you can think of a way to prevent him right?"
Everyone didn’t hear any specific content such as “Night Devils are afraid of silver knives” and “Night Devils are afraid of garlic”, but since everyone didn’t find the props, it’s fine to know that he has a good sense of smell and a low IQ up.
Suddenly there was a voice in the crowd: "...Could it be that I want to hold my fart? Do I fart at the Night Demon when he comes to kill me?"
Everyone: "..." Damn it, do you think you are a little yellow bug! ! Fart whenever you want? !
"Can you tell me something useful? How about going to the kitchen to find some more pungent seasonings? Things like pepper mustard pepper stinky salted fish?"
As soon as this sentence came out, someone quickly ran to the kitchen, and soon he came out with his head in his arms. Behind her was the lady in the kitchen pinching her waist:
"Guest, if you are hungry, tell us directly, and we will prepare snacks and meals for you. But what happened to taking our seasonings and raw materials directly?! Just now you reached out and looked around our kitchen, we Seeing that you are guests, I have to endure it, what do you want to do with the things now? Even if the things in the kitchen are worthless, they belong to our castle master! You are not qualified to take these things at will!"
Others who still want to go to the kitchen to find some salted fish with garlic and chilli: "..."
At this time, Mo Yang stood up with a smile on his face, and walked to the lady in the kitchen: "Don't be angry, lady, of course the things in the kitchen belong to the owner of the castle. We can't just take it, so can I apply to buy some from you? I think here The food here is very delicious, and the ingredients and ingredients must be quite good, and I want to take it back as a special product."
Then the aunt changed into a smiling face in front of everyone, "Oh, Xiao Yang, what you said is very reasonable. We also have things here for tourists to take back as souvenirs. Come, come, come to my room , I’ll call those guys over, tell everyone what you want, and we’ll give you a lower price.”
Mo Yang followed the kitchen aunt with a smile and left, leaving behind the male player who was beaten all over his head with an angry look on his face: "No! Why! Why can I go in and get beaten and he can go in and buy things?!"
Everyone who heard the player's words turned to look at him, and then Qiqi showed a look of pity. Seeing this male player was very angry: "What kind of eyes are you looking at?!"
Then a female player with flaming red lips snapped on her red nail polish and smiled: "Hey, why are you being beaten, don't you have any idea?"
The male player slapped the table angrily: "Don't you just look better!!"
It's not that he looks a little better than you. That's a ten-mile-long street that looks better than you.
However, through some mysterious passive skills, Mo Yang enabled players to buy special products like the staff in the castle. Then everyone discovered that the collections and "specialties" of the staff in the castle are really special, they are simply ten wonderful things—
"Fuck, air-dried salty dead rats?! When can dead rats be pickled as spot? And a dead rat costs 200 dream coins, why don't they grab it?"
"What's the air-dried dead mouse? There are still stinky socks handicrafts that haven't been washed for five years... What the hell... I bought it for 300 dream coins, vomit! I, I don't believe that these socks can fumify me alive That's right, Ye Mo's uncle won't vomit!! Vomit!!"
"No, brother, you don't have to fight like that, do you? You're going to vomit every three to five minutes, and by then you'll hurt the enemy a thousand and you'll hurt yourself eight hundred?"
"Ouch... That's better than losing my life! Ooh!"
Other players: "... ruthless enough."
"Uh, there's super stinky tofu, I'll go... this smells worse than my shit this morning!! Bought it!!"
"Ah, this mustard smells really good. It's so effective. My tears are about to fall. Can you make it cheaper? I'll buy a bottle!"
In the end, the aunt and the others smiled and made a lot of money.
To be on the safe side, the three of Qi Hong bought three different kinds of special products, stinky socks, stinky salted fish, and spoiled perfume, under the advice of military advisor Xiao Yunhe. Zhou Api came back with a loaf of burnt bread, and even Song Kefeng, a fighting master who was very sure of his strength, also bought a bag of local special vegetables that tasted like coriander.
Zhou Api shook his head beside him: "The taste of this kind of coriander is not exciting enough, Team Song. If you smell my bread, it will definitely give you a headache. Coriander is really useless."
Officer Song, who hated coriander since he was a child, said, "No, coriander smells the worst."
Zhou Api shrugged, well, so be it. He turned his head to look at Mo Yang and Wan Mei. "Hey, why didn't you two go shopping?"
Mo Yang showed a reserved smile when he heard the words: "No, the lady in the kitchen gave me a bottle of old ice fire wine she treasured, saying that it has very good effects and can strengthen the body, strengthen the yang and invigorate the kidneys, but the taste of opening it is particularly unpleasant. Smell, it can be regarded as a successful and unsuccessful work. If it can’t be sold, she doesn’t like to drink it, so she gave it to me.”
Zhou Api: "... It's really more popular than others." He worked so hard to buy without daring to bargain, but here it is for nothing, and it sounds very awesome. Then he went to see Wanmei again.
This one seems to be carefully studying the meat and vegetables they just had for dinner? I really never forget to study wherever I go, what kind of terrifying spirit is this TM!
Mo Yang, however, dismantled a stage next to him: "Just now he also went around, but unfortunately no one sold him anything, um, so, he didn't buy it." Probably he was ignored again.
Wan didn't have a hand, and a piece of vegetable was cut off by him.
Everyone bought something that could save their lives, and they all had some confidence in their hearts. Although there was an extremely unpleasant smell in the hall, inexplicably, everyone felt very at ease staying here. It was already past eight o'clock in the evening, and it stands to reason that everyone should go back to their rooms.
But the gloomy and thin young man who was only one step away from Ouhuang suddenly said: "I have a hunch..."
Everyone's heart skipped a beat, what the hell, are you suddenly talking about your intuition? !
"We'll probably be a little safer here all tonight than in the house."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it's a good thing he didn't say something ominous about "someone is going to die here".
However, everyone still hesitated and struggled a little after hearing this. Can you believe this young man's words? Believe him, he really failed to get Ou Huang the props this afternoon. But if you don't believe him, he is only one step away from the props, and his intuition is more accurate among the crowd.
"I didn't force you to do anything, you choose for yourself."
In the end, sixty-four of the eighty people stayed in the hall nervously, but this time they lit candles and turned on emergency flashlights in various places in the hall in advance. In case of a sudden power failure, everyone is not prepared.
The seven of Mo Yang also stayed, and Wan Mei said in the middle: "Recover the night devil's body parts at a high price, hair, nails and blood are all fine, 1,000 dream coins each time."
The other sixty people in the hall: "???" No, why did such a sentence suddenly burst out
But before everyone could ask clearly, the night demon's horrifying and sharp laughter suddenly came from outside——
"Hahahahahaha haha haha haha hip hee hee ... Ga !!!"
Accompanied by this laughter, a ghostly figure suddenly jumped down from the top floor window of the castle. However, at the moment when everyone was shocked and guarded, and opened their heavy-tasting specialties together, the arrogant and domineering night devil suddenly stopped laughing in mid-air. Sounds, the whole devil is fucking bad.
Night Demon: "!!!!"
"vomit--"
"Quack quack quack quack quack!! Vomit!!"
The people in the hall watched helplessly as the Night Demon, who almost fell from mid-air and didn't stand still, covered his mouth and nose directly after he got down, and mixed all kinds of smells, sour and spicy to the whole hall. Wei'er's extremely unpleasant smell showed a bit of panic in the scarlet eyes.
Fuck, how can human beings be so ruthless that they can disgust themselves and disgust him! !
The night devil tried not to spit it out, turned around and ran out of the castle. And after he ran away, several players who couldn't hold back anymore vomited out directly.
"Whoa! Lying, lying, the Night Demon actually ran away, vomit!!"
"Damn it, close the bag, I, I can't stand it!!"
Mo Yang had two balls stuffed in his nose, looking at the vomit on the ground, he also felt nauseated.
Damn, no, I have to find a way to find props tomorrow. This method of defending against the enemy is really, bad, heart-wrenching! vomit! !