Dark Moon Era

Dead dog?

Hearing Kun's voice, a smile appeared on Tang Ling's face, and Kun finally appeared. Although it was so late, it proved that he had indeed returned to the mysterious store instead of going to some weird place.

However, Tang Ling couldn't laugh next second, because if he remembered the last time, Kun also said that he was like a dead dog?

How could it be like a dead dog every time? Tang Ling is not convinced!

He was almost exhausted, struggling to stand up and looked at Kun and said, "I'm just saving energy. Where is it like a dead dog?"

"Oh?" Kun said calmly. He had reached the counter and sat down. He was wearing a bright yellow robe with a pattern of hundreds of birds and phoenixes embroidered on it. He looked more and more bright under some dim lights. moving.

"Yes," Tang Ling said with a stern neck.

"Well, it seems you don't need treatment anymore." Kun said faintly, then raised his hand, and a ray of light flew from Tang Ling's body. The next moment, Kun had a big dream floating in his hand. Coins look like bright stars in the night sky.

No treatment needed? Tang Ling's complexion changed. After his injury is gone, how long will it take to cure even Huang's wealth?

How long does it take to fully recover from the peak?

Hell Cliff challenge, Tang Long's decisive battle, and subsequent storm sailing, Tang Ling did not have such extravagant time, waiting for himself to recover slowly.

Besides, the injury was not good, and he couldn't make money ... How could he have money to pay for the treatment of Boss Huang?

"No, I need treatment. Even if I'm not like a dead dog, I'm an injured person." Tang Ling immediately expressed his wish.

"Huh? But I'm in trouble ..." Kun clipped a piece of incense that he didn't know what it was, and put it into the delicate incense burner with the wrong golden dragon in front of him.

"What are you embarrassing about?" Tang Ling gave a grimace. He was so drowsy that he couldn't stand anymore, and he had to hold on.

"Of course it's difficult." Kun Gai was on the lid of the incense burner, and the smoky green smoke slowly radiated from the incense burner.

"Because, I only treat dead dogs here, what do you say?" Kun said with one hand on his cheek, and looked at Tang Ling with amused eyes, waiting for Tang Ling's next.

Tang Ling felt a surge of blood in his heart and immediately blocked his throat.

"Okay, I'm a dead dog. Treat me quickly." Two seconds later, Tang Ling compromised and knew the current affairs man as Junjie, admitting that he was a dead dog without losing two pieces of meat.

"Very good." A smile finally appeared on Kun's face. When something was about to happen, Tang Ling immediately shouted, "Can I check the price and make a choice?"

"No." Kun directly rejected Tang Ling.

With the lessons once learned, Tang Ling also knew that it would be useless to say more, and he could only bear Kunming and let Kun play at will.

However, it is not easy for Mengbi to earn ...

After a while.

Tang Ling, who had been injected with two powerful potions, finally calmed down.

He had to admit that when Kun shot, the effect was so powerful, not only he could feel the rapid recovery of the back and body wounds, the itchiness of muscle growth was so obvious that Tang Ling couldn't help it. Caught twice.

In addition, even the exhausted spirit and some who can feel the dark injury are recovering quickly.

However, everything in the mystery store comes at a price. With only two potions, Tang Ling's dream coins are missing by twenty. Why would it be piled up if it was replaced with fierce beast meat?

Tang Ling blinked twice, and she felt numb with heartache.

Kun's look didn't change at all. He just looked at Mengbi in his hand and said, "Yes, even after deducting the treatment cost of 20 Mengbi, there are still 71 Mengbi left. This time I made a lot."

"Not much." Tang Ling immediately jumped up and said loudly, "It will cost 20 dream coins at a time, and I will die poorly."

Kun Kun laughed, not condemning.

Tang Ling swallowed and said, "Kun, can I buy something now?"

Kun didn't speak, and staring at the dream coin seemed to be thinking?

"Can you?" Tang Ling asked carefully again, born in the realm of dreams, died, don't you just wait for this moment?

"No." Kun's palms were closed, and the star-like dream coin turned into a bit of light and disappeared into Kun's hands.

Tang Ling has a kind of suffocating heartache, his dream coin!

This time the dream is much more difficult than the last one, almost all fighting, and fighting until the end, so the dream money earned in this way was destroyed by Kun understatement?

Still not let yourself buy things?

"How about you, you can only dream twice. Can you pick out what you really need in my mysterious store, like many stars?" Kun shook his head, and then said, "How many times will you dream later?" . "

Can Tang Ling object? No!

In fact, he didn't think Kun was pitting him, because after the last dream, those things Kun chose for him ...

Tang Ling's heart suddenly appeared inexplicable.

Because Kun seems to be able to see through something, the last time that things were so coincidental ...

What if something ominous appears again this time? For example, Tang Ling decided that he must ask him clearly.

Looking at Tang Ling's look, Kun's look was still calm. He took out a small piece of feral beast meat from under the counter, and it turned out to be a fifth-level feral beast meat. Then the nasty turtle appeared again.

With a disgusted expression, he barely carried away the fifth-level fierce animal flesh.

After doing all this, Kun just clapped his hands, and while thinking, he kept opening and closing the drawers behind him, as if choosing something ...

Not as decisive as the last time.

After waiting for a while, three items appeared beside Tang Ling, and the last item seemed to be stumbling Kun.

He repeatedly opened the three drawers, but closed them again.

In the end, Kun seemed to have selected a drawer, but opened it, but did not take out items from it ...

At this time, Tang Ling did not disturb Kun's mind. Since there were already three items, Tang Ling began to explore these three items with curiosity.

The first piece is a drawing.

Tang Ling did not understand at all, because this drawing is not a structural drawing or the like, but a kind of texture drawing.

At first glance, I thought it was a decorative pattern.

But looking closely, Tang Ling is no stranger to this pattern, it will only appear on super-technological things.

For example, the genetic chain calculator that Tang Ling saw for the first time ... The pattern above is similar to this.

But what is this pattern used for? If Kun does not answer Tang Ling, Tang Ling cannot guess.

The second is a volume of bamboo slips that look quite periodical.

Tang Ling carefully opened the bamboo slips, and found that the formation was painted on it.

Should be matrix formation?

Tang Ling is not sure, he only judges based on his shallow body knowledge.

And this formation is very strange.

There are a total of nine, but if you look closely, you will find that these nine formations have a huge correlation.

Simply put, they are like a matrix method divided into nine, and then from easy to difficult, arranged one by one on this bamboo slip.

It feels that as long as these nine matrix methods are drawn, they will form a very powerful matrix method.

Kun's shots will not be bad things.

However, Tang Ling was a little disappointed, because none of these things can be immediately transformed into combat power .... Just like the array in front of me, what is it doing? Tang Ling still didn't know.

He put down the bamboo slip in his hand, and his eyes fell on the third thing again.

It is a small bottle.

How small? It's about half the size of a thumb, and it can only hold two drops of liquid.

But the bottle wasn't full, there was only a drop and a half inside, and the golden liquid was shining with golden light.

What does this liquid do? Can you eat it

Tang Ling thought so subconsciously that he even had the impulse to practice and wanted to remove the stopper and drink it directly.

Anyway, Kun is here, shouldn't he die?

"What do you do?" Kun discovered Tang Ling's behavior and could not help but turn his head. He asked Tang Ling with a tone of amazement, amusement, and sternness.

When Tang Ling was pulling the cork, Kun shouted so frightened that the bottle fell to the ground.

"Ah?" Tang Ling was so distressed that the next thought was that the bottle was broken. Will Kun lose his bottle?

Fortunately, although this bottle is small, it is very hard. It fell to the ground but was not broken, not even a small crack.

Tang Ling hurriedly picked it up, took repeated investigations in his hands, and complained dissatisfied: "Dreamcoin is hard to make? You scared me, in case you broke it, you pay me?

When Kun heard this, his anger was about to explode.

Does this guy know how much he has taken advantage of? With his seventy dream coins, I'm afraid he can't even exchange one of them. No, he should be able to get one, the bottle in his hand.

He still has a face to make him pay him?

Thinking of this, Kun's expression cooled down.

Tang Ling blamed goosebumps inexplicably. Did he say something wrong? Indeed, wasn't Kun shocking himself when he fell to the ground just now?

Kun is not a person who likes to explain. He suddenly smiled mildly again, and that smile was like a spring breeze, and the flowers blossomed ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ is very charming.

But the next moment, a force suddenly emerged in the mysterious store, restraining Tang Ling as a whole, and hanging him in the air in a large font.

"Hey, what are you doing? Kun, are you crazy?" Tang Ling was suddenly hung in the air, and could not help but panic.

But Kun didn't speak, and with a wave of his hand, a whip made of wind suddenly formed in the mysterious shop, and he fought hard towards Tang Ling.

"The gentleman doesn't move!"

"Afraid of death, there is no young jj, Kun, it's a man, let me down and fight to death!"

"Kun, psychology said that sudden violence is a manifestation of psychological depression, that is a prelude to becoming a pervert killer ..."

Kun Feng's wind lashed on Tang Ling's body, and it would automatically dissipate, without causing substantial harm to Tang Ling.

Tang Ling couldn't help crying, but Kun narrowed his eyes and felt very satisfied.