Global Weird: I Can Simulate In Advance

Practice overnight.

Li Guanqi was lying on the straw bed, breathing heavily and loudly, and constantly used the breathing method to absorb the spiritual power of the remaining curse insects in his body.

Among them, the signs of life of the small insect eggs distributed throughout the blood vessels have become more and more intense.

Li Guanqi speculated that these little bugs would hatch in a few days.

And at that time Wei Mo should be able to control these curse insects, in order to weaken his power.

But it shouldn't completely deprive him of his ability to cast spells, because in the decisive battle during the simulation, the alien blood warrior is responsible for carrying the damage as a meat shield, and he is the one who is in charge of the main attack.

There are some small differences between the simulator and the weird world, but in this kind of big thing, there is no fault.

Alien warrior...

After dawn, on the twenty-eighth day, the warrior should be coming soon.

However.

What arrived earlier than the alien blood warrior was the sound of the strange system.

"Ding!"

"There is a new ending unlocked by the extraordinary."

--BE ending: run run run --

[Ending evaluation: You have already passed Wei Mo's conditions for accepting an apprentice, why did you run? What kind of paradise could the magician live in? All right now, I ran to the wilderness to survive for almost a month, and was attacked and killed by the curse spirit. 】

[End penalty: Permanently lose both legs! 】

[Ending reward: none. 】

Li Guanqi's pupils shrank suddenly!

lost legs...

Weird world doesn't let people die.

But the 100 million extraordinary beings who were selected were not really a pie in the sky, and they got some amazing blessings.

Or.

Good luck, bad luck!

Li Guanqi decided to be more cautious and strictly follow the simulated perfect strategy.

BE ending: bad ending.

HE ending: good ending.

Now it seems that as long as it is a BE ending, there will definitely be an ending penalty, but not necessarily an ending reward.

Li Guanqi, who was lying on the bed, couldn't help but his thoughts were flying.

By the way, that person was attacked and killed by the curse spirit in the forest...

Spell.

All the spells of the magician are learned from the magic spirits between heaven and earth.

But what exactly is the curse spirit, he did not find any description in the library.

mystery.

It is Li Guanqi's only cognition of this "creature".

He shook his head, stopped thinking about it, and continued to enter the state of cultivation.

time.

Little by little.

...

...

The next day, the sun rose three poles, and the warm sunshine poured in from the outside.

"Alien blood warrior Zhang Yang, begging to see Master Wei!"

A man's voice full of energy, like Hong Zhong Da Lu, came from outside.

Li Guanqi quickly got up from the bed and walked towards the door.

This was a decision he made after careful consideration. As a normal person, he and Wei Mo lived here for a month, and suddenly an outsider came, so he should have shown a curious reaction.

If it doesn't make sense, it's weird.

Li Guanqi pushed open the door of the wooden house.

I saw a strong man with a height of more than two meters and a sturdy body like an iron tower standing on the grass not far away, wearing silver-white heavy armor and carrying a black black iron sword.

Li Guanqi's heart suddenly froze.

Because his parents are still wealthy, he often goes abroad to watch NBA games, and once happened to meet Shaquille O'Neal.

But he can guarantee that even O'Neal, who is 2.16m tall, loses shape after retirement, and becomes even fatter, will give him less than one-tenth of the pressure of this strong man in armor.

Um?

Li Guanqi stared at the brawny man named Zhang Yang who just reported his name just now.

A translucent box also jumped out of the other party's head.

[One-level alien blood warrior]

One level.

Isn't that stronger than the current Wei Mo?

Wei Mo is only half a step and one yuan level now.

"Squeak-"

At this moment, the door of the wooden house where Wei Mo was closed suddenly opened.

The old dwarf who was still wearing a black robe walked out slowly, stood at the door with a blank face, thirty meters away from Zhang Yang, and said indifferently: "It's you again, why? The alien blood is not enough. ?"

"Exactly."

Zhang Yang immediately knelt down on one knee, clasped his fists with both hands, lowered his head, and said respectfully, "I also ask Master Wei to give me some extra blood, I am very grateful."

The picture is interesting.

A strong man over two meters is so humble to an old dwarf who is over one meter.

The world is all for the good.

But there is a premise that we have to talk on an equal footing.

Looking at this, although Zhang Yang has requests from Wei Mo, if Zhang Yang can defeat Wei Mo, he can forcefully kidnap the opponent and threaten Wei Mo with his own blood... Of course, Wei Mo, who is about to die of old age, is not afraid of this. Still two.

But no matter what.

Looking at Zhang Yang's humble posture of kneeling on one knee, Li Guanqi deduced that Zhang Yang, a one-level alien warrior, should not be the opponent of Wei Mo, a half-step one-level magician.

so……

In this world, warriors can't beat Master? "It's not necessary to be grateful."

Wei Mo's face was expressionless, and his voice was hoarse, "Old rules, you have to make a copy of the raw materials for different blood, and I will give you a list of other ingredients, and I will send it to the old man in a few days."

"It should be, it should be."

Zhang Yang lowered his head more and more, and at the same time unbuttoned a bag from his waist, took out a black stone jar, and put his hands up.

"Teacher, go get it."

Wei Mo stood at the door of the retreat house, and did not mean to approach, but called out to Li Guanqi.

"Yes, Master."

really!

Li Guanqi complied with the order and thought to himself at the same time.

The weakness of the magician is the fragile body, so Wei Mo will keep a safe distance of more than 30 meters from Zhang Yang, the alien blood warrior, from beginning to end, without giving the slightest chance.

"give it to me."

Li Guanqi walked up to Zhang Yang, took the black stone jar with both hands, and raised his eyebrows at him.

"Forehead?"

Zhang Yang was taken aback.

But Li Guanqi didn't follow up, he walked over to Wei Mo with the black stone jar, bowed his head and said, "Master."

"Um."

Wei Mo took the jar with his left hand, then took out a small glass bottle from his left sleeve robe with his right hand, threw it out, rolled a few times on the soft grass, and came to Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang reached out to pick it up.

The glass bottle was estimated to be about the same size as the oral liquid in Li Guanqi's cognition, and the red liquid inside was less than half of the bottle.

After Wei Mo threw out the bottle, he took the black stone jar and turned around and walked back to the retreat room, without even looking at Zhang Yang.

But Li Guanqi has been paying attention to Zhang Yang, and can clearly see the unhappy look on Zhang Yang's face.

But also fleeting.

"Thank you Master Wei for the gift."

Zhang Yang raised his head with a smile on his face.

After a while, when Wei Mo came out of the retreat, the black stone pot in his hand had turned into a bowl of red insect soup.

Not only that, there was a dragonfly-like curse beside him, holding a long list of items in his mouth, and flew to Zhang Yang.

Li Guanqi glanced at it, all of which were materials for cultivating curse insects.

"get out."

Wei Mo said coldly.

"Yes, the items on the list will be delivered within two days."

Zhang Yang took the list of items in the dragonfly's mouth and turned to leave.

"and many more."

But just after he turned around and took a few steps, Wei Mo called out again.