A million ways to survive in the dungeon

"Reinhardt, are you okay?"

Walking on the wild road in the dusk, Olivia was more concerned about her husband's condition than finding a small town to stay.

Reinhard's forehead was simply bandaged and the bleeding had stopped.

He shook his head with some difficulty: "No, it's okay."

Next to her, Jenny grabbed his sleeve with concern: "Dad, does it hurt?"

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

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

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

Olivia rejoiced while reproaching: "Reinhardt, we have also lived in eastern Sichuan, and we know that the people in eastern Sichuan are more humane.

But you really went too far this time. Even ordinary adventurers from eastern Sichuan will not let you go, right? If Zheng Qian hadn't been a good man, you would have died today. "

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

No matter how much he values ​​profit, Reinhard now realizes his mistake.

If given another chance, Reinhardt would never betray Zheng Qian for money again.

The family of three walked on the plain like this, not knowing where the future lay.

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

"Hey, is that person 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 understanding, smiled, and immediately shouted: "Stop!"

Reinhard, who was rushing ahead, was stunned and turned around.

Behind him, two men wearing police officer uniforms came over with batons in hand.

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

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

Get the salute out, get inspected, and pay your taxes! "

…

In the bar.

Zheng Qian drank Bloody Mary alone.

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

That means you won’t get drunk no matter how many drinks you have.

Zheng Qian can still get over Reinhardt's incident.

I wanted to drink some wine, but it turned out that the two skills of the seventh level of physical damage negation, the strongest strengthening and purification, actually judged alcohol as poison.

When you take a sip of wine, it will be automatically purified into boiled water before it reaches your throat.

Before evolving into the Candle Dragon God Emperor, there was obviously no such phenomenon.

Fortunately, at least I can have a taste, otherwise Zheng Qian would really have to consider whether to commit suicide and open a new account.

"Brother Zheng Qian! Brother Zheng Qian!"

Just then, a familiar voice broke in.

Looking back, I saw a gray-faced Robert Jr.

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

Since this is a jazz bar, not a casual disco bar, people who come here to drink want a clean atmosphere, so noisiness is prohibited.

Robert Jr.'s shouting like this inevitably aroused the dissatisfaction of the bartender, who glared at him several times angrily.

Zheng Qian winked at the bartender and secretly slipped three gold coins to him, thus saving Robert Jr. from being kicked out by the security guard.

"What's going on? What's all the fuss about." Zheng Qian said nonchalantly while drinking.

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

Zheng Qian raised his eyebrows.

Wait, why do I seem to have used this sentence pattern with someone before?

"Uh, Ronaldinho, I'm your brother, I won't be afraid."

Robert Jr said breathlessly: "It rained today, and during training, I punched out the mithril pile."

Zheng Qian leaned back in awe and asked, "Who is the mithril pile?"

"It's not one of them, it's that thick and hard mithril pile."

"Oh, that's right, what happens next?" Zheng Qian drank the wine without interest.

"What do you mean then?"

Robert Jr. held Zheng Qian's hand and spilled the wine glass.

"Hey, what are you doing? I've spilled my wine."

"No, Brother Zheng Qian, don't spread the wrong spirit. Mithril piles are something that a lv40 adventurer can only break with all his strength.

Today at noon, I just used a punch with three-thirds of force to smash a mithril stake into powder. This is not right.

Later, I conducted a self-assessment, and I was actually lv71! !

I thought for a while, Brother Zheng Qian, could it be the drink you gave me that caused it? What on earth did you give me to drink? "

"Is that enough of the magical potion that can make you stronger? If that's enough, go back and don't bother me drinking."

With that said, Zheng Qian slid the wine glass to the bartender and got another glass of wine.

"No, Brother Zheng Qian, can you please stop being so perfunctory?"

Robert Jr. grabbed Zheng Qian's hand again.

The newly received wine was spread all over the table.

"Uh no, if you spill my wine again, I'll cut it, do you believe it?"

"Brother Zheng Qian."

Robert Jr. sat next to Zheng Qian and said solemnly: "Is it because of that potion that you are so strong?"

Zheng Qian shrugged: "That's right."

"Is it really such a magical potion?"

"yes."

Robert Jr. couldn't help but lowered his head and murmured: "I heard that there are three hundred-level war kings in eastern Sichuan. Is it because of this potion?"

"Why do you care so much? I'll give it to you, no fuss." Zheng Qian took the third glass of wine from the bartender.

"What's all the fuss about?!" Robert Jr grabbed Zheng Qian's arm.

The newly arrived wine was spread all over the table.

Zheng Qian: "..."

Hold! ! !

Hold on, he will be reincarnated if I punch him.

However, while he was thinking, a question from Robert Jr. made Zheng Qian's heart twitch.

"Brother Zheng Qian, we met by chance. Why are you so nice to me? Are you even willing to give me such a precious potion?"

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

This boy, who was only fifteen years old, had a pair of blue eyes, staring at him with eyes as clear as a spring, eager for answers.

Facing these eyes, Zheng Qian suddenly thought of a possibility.

If I had encountered what happened to Reinhard before giving him blood essence, would I still have given this child blood essence?

Ask yourself, Zheng Qian really can’t tell.

Most likely... you won't give it, right?

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

After a long time, he looked at Robert Jr. again. Zheng Qian secretly clenched his fists and said, "Ronald, let me ask you, which one is more important, money or friends?"

"well?"

Robert Jr. tilted his head and asked in confusion: "Of course we are friends. Why does Brother Zheng Qian ask this?"

He spoke without thinking, as if he was saying something ordinary.

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

Zheng Qian smiled bitterly and said, "When there is really a lot of money in front of you, you may not choose this way, right?"

However, Robert Jr.'s answer stunned Zheng Qian.

"It's not like I don't have a lot of money. Is it useful? When you are powerful, the money is yours. When you are not powerful, is the money still yours?

When you have money, you do have as many friends as you want, but are those kinds of friends useful?

Brother Zheng Qian, I don’t know what you mean, but I know one thing: money can be earned if you don’t have it. Life is short, but it is not short enough to ignore the cost for money.

But some true friends are gone once they are gone! "

Xiao Luo's words left Zheng Qian stunned.

His eyes were like a green lake without any impurities.

Think back to when I was on the second floor.

This kid, when he judged that he had no way to survive at the critical moment, instead of struggling in vain, he rationally chose to use his own life to remind me that there was a boss here.

This kid…

At this moment, the haze in my heart disappeared.

Zheng Qian stood up abruptly and walked out the door.

Robert Jr. saw this and quickly asked: "Brother Zheng Qian, where are you going?"

Zheng Qian opened the door, turned around, and showed his usual hearty smile.

"Come here, you are stronger than the King of War now, someone must teach you how to use power, right?"

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