A Million Ways To Live In A Dungeon

"Reinhardt, are you okay?"

In the twilight, walking on the road in the wild, Olivia is more concerned about the condition of her husband than the town where she can find a place to stay.

After a simple bandage, Reinhardt's forehead has stopped the blood.

He shook his head somewhat laboriously: "No, it's okay."

Next to him, Jenny was holding his sleeve caringly: "Dad, does it hurt?"

Looking at his own daughter, Reinhardt still can't believe that he is still alive.

He touched his daughter's little head fondly, and pulled out a reluctant smile: "It doesn't hurt, Dad doesn't hurt."

"This time, fortunately, Mr. Zheng is from Eastern Sichuan. If he were an adventurer from Eagle Valley, how could he let you go?"

Olivia rejoiced and reproached: "Reinhardt, we also lived in Eastern Sichuan, knowing that people in Eastern Sichuan are more humane.

But you are really too much this time, even if you are an ordinary adventurer in Eastern Sichuan, you won't let it go, right? Had it not been for Zheng Qian to be a good person, you must have died today. "

"Hey~" Reinhardt sighed, speechless for a while.

No matter how much interest is valued, Reinhardt recognized the mistake of own.

If you can give another chance, Reinhardt will never betray Zheng Qian for money.

A family of three walked on the plain like this, not knowing where the future lies.

It's just that the Reinhardt family didn't realize that two people had been following them not long ago.

"Hey, that person, is Reinhardt?"

"Yes, I heard that a lot of money was exchanged at the stock exchange at noon today."

"That's it."

The two looked at each other with a tacit smile, and immediately shouted: "Stop!"

Reinhardt, who was on the road ahead, was taken aback and turned around.

Behind him, two men in sheriff's uniforms walked over with truncheons.

"Uh, officer, what's the matter?" Reinhardt asked blankly.

The headed sheriff pointed at him with a baton and shouted: "Tomorrow is the Eagle Valley Expedition. This is a war related to the fortune of the country. All citizens must pay taxes!

Take out the salute, accept the inspection, and pay the taxes! "

...

In the bar.

Zheng Qian drank Bloody Mary alone.

Sometimes, the strong also have the distress of the strong.

That is, no matter how many drinks you drink, you will never get drunk.

Zheng Qian can't get out of Reinhardt's affairs.

I wanted to drink some alcohol, but the physical damage was negated. Seventh Stage's two most strengthening and purifying skills actually judged alcohol as poison.

After a sip of wine, before it reaches the throat, it will automatically be purified into boiled water.

Before evolving into the candle dragon god emperor, there was obviously no such phenomenon.

Fortunately, I can at least have a taste, otherwise Zheng Qian really has to consider whether to commit suicide on the spot and reopen the account.

"Brother Zheng Qian! Brother Zheng Qian!"

At this moment, a familiar voice broke in.

Looking back, it was Robert Jr.

"Brother Zheng Qian, listen to me, something has happened!" He hurried to Zheng Qian's side and yelled out of breath.

Since this is a jazz bar, it is not the kind of disco bar. People who come here to drink are all for an atmosphere or cleanliness, so no noise is allowed.

Robert Jr's yelling inevitably aroused the dissatisfaction of the bartender, who stared at him angrily.

Zheng Qian winked at the bartender and secretly slipped three gold coins to him, which saved Robert Jr from being bombarded by the security guard.

"What's the matter? What a fuss." Zheng Qian said indifferently while drinking.

"Brother Zheng Qian, don't be afraid of what I will say next."

Zheng Qian raised his eyebrows.

Wait a minute, how come I have used this sentence with someone?

"Uh, Ronaldinho, I am your brother, I am not afraid."

Robert Jr said breathlessly: "It was raining today. During training, I punched the Mithril pile."

Zheng Qian leaned back tactically, in awe: "Who is the Mithril pile?"

"It's not someone, just the kind of thick and hard Mithril pile."

"Oh, yeah, then?" Zheng Qian drank the wine with uninteresting interest.

"What is then?"

As soon as Robert Jr grasped Zheng Qian's hand, all the wine glasses he got were spilled.

"Hey, what are you doing, I spilled all the wine."

"No, Zheng Qian, don't tell the wrong spirit, the mithril pile, that is something that the lv40 adventurer can crush with all his strength.

I just used a three-point punch at noon today to smash the powder from a Mithril pile. This is not right.

Later, I did a self-assessment, and I actually got lv71! !

I thought for a while, Zheng Qian, could it be the one you gave me to drink? What the hell are you giving me a drink? "

"The magic potion that can become stronger, is it enough? Go back if you have enough, don't disturb me drinking."

With that, Zheng Qian slipped the wine glass to the bartender and made another glass of wine.

"No, Zheng Qian, can you not be so perfunctory?"

Robert jr grabbed Zheng Qian's hand again.

The wine that had just arrived was spilled all over the table again.

"Uh no, if you want to ruin my wine, do you believe it or not?"

"Brother Zheng Qian."

Robert Jr sat next to Zheng Qian and solemnly said: "You can be so strong because of that potion?"

Zheng Qian shrugged: "I think so."

"Really such a magic potion?"

"Yes."

Robert Jr couldn't help but bowed his head and yelled: "I heard that Chuandong has three hundred-level Martial Kings. Is it because of this potion?"

"What are you doing with so much? I'll give it to you, making a fuss." Zheng Qian took the third glass of wine from the bartender.

"What is a fuss?!" Robert Jr grabbed Zheng Qian's arm.

The wine just arrived was spilled all over the table.

Zheng Qian: "..."

Hold! ! !

Hold it back, he has to be reincarnated and reborn when I blow this punch down.

However, just in his thoughts, a question from Robert jr made Zheng Qian not help his heart.

"Brother Zheng Qian, you and I meet in peace, why are you so good to me? You would even give me such a precious potion?"

Zheng Qian turned his head stiffly and looked at Robert Jr.

This fifteen-year-old boy, with a pair of blue eyes, was staring at him with clear eyes like a spring, eager for answers.

Facing the pair of eyes, Zheng Qian thought of a possibility for a moment.

If, before giving him Blood Essence, I had encountered Reinhardt's affairs, then would I still give this child Blood Essence?

Ask yourself, Zheng Qian really can't tell.

Probably... will you not give it?

Thinking of this, Zheng Qian couldn't help being silent.

For a long time, looking at Robert jr again, Zheng Qian's fist was secretly clenched, and he said: "Xiao Luo, let me ask you, which is more important, money or friends?"

"Ugh?"

Robert Jr's head tilted, and he asked in confusion, "Of course it is a friend. Why did Zheng Qian ask this?"

The unthinking appearance seemed to be talking about a sparse and ordinary thing.

No, it should be said that this is originally a sparse and common thing, right?

Zheng Qian smiled bitterly: "When you really have a lot of money in front of your eyes, you might not choose this way, right?"

However, Robert Jr's answer stunned Zheng Qian.

"Isn't it useful to me that I don't have a lot of money? When you are in power, the money is yours, when you have no power, is the money still yours?

When you have money, you do have as many friends as you want, but is that kind of friend useful?

Brother Zheng Qian, I don't know what you mean, but I know one thing: money, you can earn without it, life is short, but it is not so short that money can be cost-free.

But some real friends, once they are gone, they are really gone! "

Xiao Luo's words made Zheng Qian stunned.

His eyes are like a blue lake, without any Impurities.

Recall that it was on the second floor.

This child, when judging that he has no way to survive at a critical moment, instead of doing useless struggles, he wisely chose to use his own life to remind me that there is a boss.

This kid...

At this moment, the haze in my heart disappeared.

Zheng Qian stood up abruptly and walked outside the door.

Upon seeing this, Robert Jr quickly asked: "Brother Zheng Qian, where are you going?"

Zheng Qian opened the door, turned his head, and showed a hearty smile as always.

"Come on, you are better than Martial King now. Someone has to teach you how to use power?"

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