Bright Era

In the back alley of No. 38 Silver Oak Street, Lin Qi gritted his teeth and pulled out the steel axe from his sleeve, and was about to rush into the house to smash Alda with an axe. This **** guy, he played like this, so how would Lin Qi see people with the title of Earl Longshan in the future?

Bilibili blinked his eyes desperately and gloated at Lin Qi who was almost running away. Unlucky for Alda? That's really great! Let the great and terrifying Lin Qi break Alda into pieces. It is enough for Lin Qi to have a pure-blooded little demon Bilibili. A mixed-blood demon like Alda should die sooner.

Just as Lin Qi was about to climb over the wall to teach Alda, by the way, to show Mrs. Lufen a little color, a twisted black shadow slipped out of the nearby shadows. The black shadow knelt on the ground, bowing to Lin Qi, and said in a very respectful low voice: "God King, the Graham you let us stare at, he has left this house!"

Lin Qi's body suddenly stiffened. He took a deep look at the deep courtyard of No. 38 Silver Oak Street and gently jumped off the wall. He made a gesture to Bilibili and the black shadow, and the black shadow immediately escaped into the darkness, leading Lin Qi to the street ahead.

Bilibili followed Lin Qi, and the thieves looked around, looking at the movement along the way.

Those fighters that Lin Qi had brought remained in the back alley. If there is something in Arda, as long as they say hello, these thugs will rush into the yard without hesitation, smashing everything in the yard to shreds-they don’t know how many times they have done this kind of thing in the Black Abyss God Prison. , The most familiar one.

The erratic shadows lead the way ahead, and there is no sound or sound when walking. Lin Qi nodded secretly, and couldn't help but look a little high for the army of dead soldiers under the command of Elysium. The army of nearly 10,000 dead soldiers, the guardian temple really spares no effort in training the three goddesses.

Each of these dead men had extremely strange abilities, and the black shadow leading the way in front of them was clearly an assassin who had stepped into the realm of saints with one and a half feet. It's just that the training methods used by these dead men are extremely cruel and rigorous. Although their strength has improved extremely quickly and inhumanly, their life span has also been greatly harmed.

For the black shadow in front, his remaining lifespan will definitely not exceed a hundred years. Compared with the lifespan of a normal saint of nearly 10,000 years, this is really a poor number. Lin Qi looked at the back of the dark shadow, and secretly figured out where to get some life essence supplements and life-prolonging medicines for these poor dead men.

These people are loyal and extremely powerful. It would be a shame if they died because their life span was exhausted in just a hundred years.

The voice of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree resounded abruptly in Lin Qi’s spirit sea, and felt Lin Qi’s thoughts. The sweet-scented osmanthus tree quickly put forward thirty-two feasible suggestions-one of the simplest methods can leave these dead men behind. Doubling their life expectancy means they can live about a hundred years longer. The most difficult way is to restore these dead men to their original life span.

But even the simplest method requires a large amount of mother-fetal liquid. Where can Lin Qi go to find such things that can only be found in the ancient ruins? Lin Qi shook his head, and forgot the sweet-scented osmanthus tree's suggestion.

After walking forward for a while, the sweet-scented osmanthus tree suddenly hesitated and said: "Actually, I can make the so-called mother-fetal liquid. In my memory, the mother-fetal liquid is only the source of life in 795 Ranked thirty-ninth among the liquids, there are thirty-eight kinds of life source liquids that are more effective than it."

Lin Qi's eyes suddenly lit up, and the pace he walked forward was a little confused.

"But, energy and materials!" The sweet-scented osmanthus tree said in a deep voice: "With extremely huge energy and so many materials, I can produce enough mother-fetal liquid or other life source liquid."

Extremely huge energy? Lin Qi asked the sweet-scented osmanthus tree about the meaning of this so-called extremely huge energy. When Lin Qi heard that it was equivalent to the sum of the power of all the demigods in the thirty middle-level demigods, Lin Qi wisely let The sweet-scented osmanthus tree closed his mouth, he didn't want to be hit again.

In the Eastern Continent, with the help of the tiger family, it is possible to hunt 30 demigods, but in the Western Continent? Ha, are you kidding me?

The two-wheeled carriage in front turned into a dark alley surrounded by more than a dozen guards, and continued to walk forward for a while. The two-wheeled carriage went through an extremely remote alley with very old buildings. .

Just as there is always a shadow in the sun, there are also poor settlements in Vias Port, the richest man in the world. Graham's two-wheeled carriage blatantly marched through the largest slum in Viashamn, and stopped in front of an unusually old courtyard with a history of at least four hundred years.

This yard. . . Lin Qi even felt that this yard should be a place for the dead.

The broken wall is full of holes, and the iron gate is surrounded by half-dead vines, which looks like countless poisonous snakes. The messy and smelly silt spread more than a foot deep on the ground, and the water vapor in the silt evaporated, forming a layer of white mist three feet thick against the ground in the yard.

There were originally two three-story buildings in the courtyard, but the front three-story building has collapsed more than half, and only the back building is still intact. But Rao is this intact small building. The towers and carvings on its roof have also collapsed and become a mess of garbage piled on the roof.

Graham got out of the carriage cautiously, and several guards frowned, not knowing where they got some straws and wooden boards and laid them on the ground. Graum cursed someone groaningly, walking embarrassedly on the silt with straw and wooden planks. He has tried his best to prevent himself from stepping on the mud, but the mud in this yard is too thick and too heavy, his fat body is heavy, so that the wooden board will not sink, and his luxurious boots will be stained with some black paint and smelly mud.

"Oh, God, let that old fellow go back to your embrace soon!" Graham muttered annoyedly: "No matter which **** harvested his soul, I would be happy to donate a gold coin to your temple! "

Lin Qi glanced at Graham. He gestured to order Bilibili and the dead man outside the yard, staring at Graham, and then he quickly walked around to the back wall of the yard, pressing his hands on the wall. , Crossed the wall lightly, and came under the small building behind in a few steps.

Graham was still walking hard in the front yard, while Lin Qi was already holding a steel axe and cautiously stepping on the broken stone steps, slowly walking up the small building and reaching the only one on the second floor. In a room with lights on.

This is a restaurant, a restaurant with a large area that can accommodate nearly a hundred people for a banquet.

In the huge restaurant, only an oil lamp was lit, and the dim light made everyone gloomy like ghost shadows.

By the long strip of old wooden table, there are more than thirty men and women standing like zombies. Yes, everyone was standing around the dining table, because the chairs under their buttocks were all decayed, and there was no way to sit on them, everyone could only sit.

There was no paint at all, and on the dining table with holes everywhere, a yellow-faced and thin man, who looked like he was in his early fifties, was sitting on the only three-legged chair, and his dining knife was slowly cutting a long piece. Loaf of bread.

Originally, this loaf of bread was supposed to be a delicious white bread mixed with butter, but in Lin Qi's opinion, this loaf of bread should be garbage disposed of by the bakery after it expires. The original fluffy and delicious bread, now that the kitchen knife is everything, the hard crust is spilled ‘sizzlely’.

While cutting the bread, the middle-aged man twisted the crumbs of the crust on the table with his fingers and kept throwing it into his mouth.

"It's a pity, it's a waste, what a good loaf of buttery white bread! It's a waste!" The middle-aged man frowned and muttered: "Really, this kind of white bread can't be eaten on weekdays. If it wasn't my birthday, you wouldn't have such a good taste!"

Thirty-nine men and women standing at the table looked at the middle-aged man with stiff faces, none of them said anything.

Using a dining knife, he cut forty slices of bread about half the thickness of his palm. The middle-aged man put the remaining half of white bread into a black and even mildew rattan basket beside him. From the rattan basket, he grabbed a piece of ham that was about the size of a baby's fist.

Light blue, obviously after mildew, there is no ham that the dog wants to eat!

The middle-aged man's face twitched, and he carefully cut off forty slices of meat that were probably slightly thicker than the known wings, and then carefully placed these slices on the bread slices, and handed them to the table side with great caution. Men and women.

"Celebrate for me, my relatives! I, Granta, I am fifty years old today!" The skinny Granta exclaimed, "In my fifty years of life, I have been a family member. Prosperous and made an outstanding contribution! Today is my birthday, everyone cheers for me!"

The man and woman grunted weakly, picked up the bread and stuffed it into their mouths with difficulty.

Granta stuffed the slices of bread and the thin slices of ham into his mouth with great enjoyment, and slowly chewed. He sighed heavily and sighed: "What a good bread, what a good ham, this is really a treat. The last time I ate white bread, your grandfather died 15 years ago. At that time. That **** old miser, he hugged thirty thousand gold coins, but starved to death in the warehouse, really... deserve it!"

Lin Qi's body shook, and he finally understood why Graham came from a merchant family, and was a family specializing in the import and export of goods between the Gaul Empire and the Vyas Federation, and why he became poor in Bereli. !

This is the tradition of their family! It's a beautiful tradition!

So, what method can such a miser family use to better combat them? (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)

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