Dragon Hermit

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Chapter 1 City People Are Too Bad

Xia Yan was carrying a bulging denim backpack, wearing a fifteen-dollar T-shirt, thirty-five denim shorts, and a pair of pull-back shoes, standing outside the north gate of Sihe University.

In his pocket was a banknote, which contained 10,000 yuan, of which 3,000 yuan was contributed by fellow villagers, and 7,000 yuan was given by the master.

When she was born, her mother died of dystocia. On the eve of the college entrance examination, when her father, who was working at a construction site in Rongdu, was sent back, he was seriously injured and on the verge of death. The medical expenses given by the construction company are only a mere 100,000.

After struggling for a month on the sick bed, my father also went, and the one hundred thousand yuan, together with the small savings of the family, had been spent.

In addition, there is a fastened non-woven bag in the backpack, which contains twenty blank seal stones, which were also given by Master. But these stones are not good things like Shoushan Stone and Qingtian Stone, but ordinary seal stones that cost more than 20 yuan each.

"If you are short of money, just engrave two seals. Your craftsmanship is already better than mine. Earning porridge is no problem."

"Also, Yao Shigu, the boss of Sending Xianqiao Jiguzhai, is my junior brother. I can ask him for help if I have anything to do."

"There is another person, you should go find him when you have time, I saved his life. If you find him, ask Ha if what he said counts."

"What did he say?"

"He said he would marry his daughter to my apprentice."

"..."

Xia Yan learned sculpture from her master when she was eight years old. Ten years later, her master's hair has turned white, and she has nagged a lot. Yesterday, she dragged Xia Yan to chat for four or five hours.

There was someone at the train station to welcome the newcomers, but Xia Yan bought a map and came here by himself by bus. It was his first time in a big city, so he naturally had to walk around more. He is eighteen years old and doesn’t need someone to guide him. .

Xia Yan's clothes, shoes, and backpack are just worth a hundred yuan. Except for beggars, no one on the street is dressed more shabby than him. In addition, his skin is dark, so it can be seen that he is from the countryside.

However, his appearance is not bad. He is 1.8 meters tall and is considered handsome. His dark skin adds a bit of masculinity to him. And around his neck, hung a shiny black skull the size of a quail egg with a red string.

The lifelike sculpture of the skull is the only bright spot on Xia Yan. But others are men wearing Avalokitesvara and women wearing Buddha, or hanging a cross, but he hangs a skull, a strong non-mainstream atmosphere rushes to his face, reminiscent of 2b youth who are deeply poisoned by gangster movies .

At this moment, Xia Yan is definitely the most eye-catching existence outside the north gate, and the students who come and go look at him mockingly.

"Rongdu is so big, and there are so many people! That girl is dressed so coolly, her trousers can't even cover her buttocks... That man... No, is he a man or a woman?" Xia Yan looked at the surroundings as if Before I realized it, I watched the people coming and going with great interest, and found many new gadgets that I had never seen before.

After watching for a while, Xia Yan wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth and walked into the campus.

"Student, may I ask where the freshmen of the history department report?"

"Turn right over there and you'll see it."

"Thanks!"

Half an hour later, Xia Yan ended the registration process. After paying the tuition, miscellaneous and accommodation fees, only 3,000 of Cary's 10,000 yuan was left.

After buying bedding, bed sheets and daily necessities, another three hundred was spent, and Xia Yan's heart was bleeding.

Xia Yan is not a beautiful woman, so naturally no one was vying to help him carry his luggage and take him to the dormitory, so he had to go by himself.

Xia Yan was the first occupant of Building 402 in the third male dormitory. He found a broken broom and a broken rag to clean it up. After half an hour, the dormitory like a kennel was finally ready for people to live in.

The dormitory conditions are not bad. After all, it is the best university in Sihe Province, with sufficient funds and good hardware.

In the quadruple room, the ** is on the top and the desk is on the bottom. Each person has a large cabinet and buys the lock by himself. There is a small balcony, next to the toilet, and a sink on the balcony.

Xia Yan is very satisfied with the conditions of the dormitory. You know, his dormitory in high school is a dormitory for eight people. There are no toilets or faucets. Strong urine smell.

There was no one vying for it, so Xia Yan decisively chose the first seat near the balcony. There is no need to get up in the middle of the night to open the door here, the ventilation is good, and you can see the hoods hanging on the balcony of the female dormitory opposite, it is really the best location.

Throwing the bag into the cabinet, taking a cold shower in the toilet, and changing into clean clothes, Xia Yan crawled to bed, listening to the noise in the corridor and next door, closed her eyes, and slowly calmed down. After a while, he entered a wonderful state - meditation.

Two months ago, a fireball flew from the sky and hit Xia Yan on the head. This was the only remaining soul fire of a necromancer who had already cultivated into a lich in another world. There was a witch in this soul fire. All the memories of a demon, but not the consciousness of a lich.

This mass of soul fire ignited Xia Yan's own soul fire, instilled all the information, and then extinguished it.

In the two months before the start of school, Xia Yan had built a tower formed by blue flames and a magic tower in his mind. He was considered the lowest-level magic apprentice and could use magic.

There are more than seven billion people on the earth today, and millions of people die every day. What a terrible number it accumulates!

This was the golden age of the Necromancer.

Insert the key into the lock, turn it, and the door opens.

Xia Yan opened his eyes, and the two blue flames in the pupils flashed away.

"Yeah, there's someone. I said buddy, what are you doing when you close the door in broad daylight? Aren't you exercising your unicorn arm?" The person who entered the door was a tall man with a northern accent, muscular, about 1.9 meters tall, and his figure was absolutely impeccable , but his face was not so pleasing to the eye. Although his face was square and his facial features were correct, his face was full of pimples that ruined everything.

"Sleeping." Xia Yan jumped off the bed and said, "Xia Yan, from Sihe."

"Zhao Qiang, a native of the capital."

They were all young people, and they became familiar with each other after a few words. Zhao Qiang put away his things first, and then went to the toilet to take a shower. The autumn tiger is fierce, and the hot and humid weather in the southwest makes people feel skinny all day long.

Chapter 1 City People Are Too Bad

My skin is sticky and I can't do without a bath.

When someone came, Xia Yan couldn't continue to meditate. Seeing Zhao Qiang's laptop on the table, he itched and called out, "Zhao Qiang, can the laptop access the Internet?"

"Yes, I have a network card. By the way, we have to buy a wireless router, and then use the school's network!" Zhao Qiang shouted in the toilet.

"I use your computer." Xia Yan said.

"Use it casually, by the way, there is a hidden folder in the study materials on the D drive, if you want to see it, you can find it yourself, 300 g, you understand!" Zhao Qiang laughed loudly in the toilet.

Xia Yan wiped off her cold sweat, 300 g... No wonder her face is full of pimples!

From such an incident, it can be seen that Zhao Qiang has a straightforward personality. Many people don't want others to touch their computers, let alone strangers who have just known each other for five minutes.

Zhao Qiang used a fruit notebook, which was worth at least eight thousand. While waiting to turn it on, Xia Yan thought, I should also buy a computer, but when I thought of the only two thousand yuan left on the card, I felt uncertain.

Let's listen to Master's words and carve something to make money.

Xia Yan has no plans to seek refuge for the time being. The master has not mentioned this uncle for ten years, which proves that there must be some problems between the two. If this is the case, why bother to send someone under the fence and look at others.

As for finding another person, Xia Yan never even thought about it. A marriage that was casually arranged fifteen years ago? Just kidding, it would be strange not to be beaten out when you go to the door. Besides, if that person's daughter is crooked and insists on marrying me, then I will be at a loss!

I have a skill at my side, and I am not afraid to travel all over the world.

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