I Was Supposed To Slay the Dragon and Started To Cultivate Immortals Unexpectedly

Latest URL: "So, you mean, I will either sell pots or...sell myself? It's too sloppy!"

Holding Nokia in his hand hard, Old Tang's eyes widened.

"Don't say it so badly," Jiu De Mai corrected. "That's a sell-off, and you can also choose to double the penalty."

"Isn't it more ugly to sell my life?! Besides, paying double the liquidated damages is directly killing me, right?"

Old Tang retorted.

"Come on, brother, you are a hunter! Haven't you been selling your life?" Jiu De Mai interrogated, "Anyway, it's all about selling it. Does it make a difference to whom?"

Old Tang was silent for a few seconds before retorting: "That's different, we hunters are free bodies..."

"Our organization is also very free. You can even beat up the big boss."

Jiu De Mai Xin said if you have this ability.

"So I really have no other choice?" Old Tang sighed, "You people who can only get me at most can't get my heart."

"It's okay, it's okay when people arrive," Jiu De Mai said generously, "Where is your heart has nothing to do with me, you are not a beautiful 16-year-old boy."

"Damn! So hello!"

Old Tang was frightened, and asked what he liked about the sixteen-year-old kid? Not everyone is a non-brother.

"My recipes are very wide, and you actually barely stepped into the scope of my approval," Jiu De Mai asked, "Do you want me to give you a chance?"

"Forget it," Old Tang rolled Xiao Yin from the corner of his eye, "I still don't wrong you."

"No wronged, no wronged," Jiu De Mai waved his hand on the other side of the phone. "Although you are average-looking, the proportions of your body are average, and you don't like women, your taste is a bit low, and your cultivation is the average level of a hunter, and it's also ..."

"If you are in front of me now, I must let you feel the feeling when the corpse guard in the ancient tomb was splashed by the Milky Way Pot."

Old Tang's face was dark.

It's not so harmful!

"I'll go!" Anyway, I have been gaffes many times in the ruins, Jiu De Mai has no need to care about her image in front of Old Tang, "Would you like to be so cruel!"

"I think you are more cruel than me in trampling on my dignity."

Old Tang sneered.

The atmosphere on both sides of the phone seemed to be quite relieved by the gagging, until Jiude Mai's conversation turned around.

"Seriously, will you join or not? Our welfare is very good."

"L."

Old Tang tried to make the final struggle.

"One hundred thousand U.S. dollars a month for living expenses, subsidies according to tasks."

Jiu De Mai spoke blankly, and Su Enxi on the side was so painful that her facial features twisted together.

"Liberty with restrictions is true freedom."

Old Tang changed his mind immediately.

"This sentence shouldn't be used like that..."

Jiude Mai tried to correct Old Tang's mistakes.

"I'm an American," Old Tang interrupted, "Are you sure you want to argue with me what freedom is?"

"Farewell!"

Jiude Mai flicked her finger and almost hung up.

"So I am now a member of the company?" Old Tang asked, "When will the salary be paid?"

"Company...you can say that, although we are not a legal company," Jiu De Mai said, "For money, I will directly call the bank card number you gave me before, is it okay?"

"no problem."

Old Tang said.

When trading the Milky Way Pot, he taught Jiu De Mai the bank card number to make money, but he didn't expect that the 20 million yuan was not received, so he sold himself first.

"Do I still use the knife to return it to you? It was left at my home in the United States."

Old Tang asked.

The "deposit" that Jiude Mai gave him included the knife he refinished in the ruins with the spirit of words-after all, Jiude Mai couldn't use that thing himself, and it would be a waste to keep it.

"No," Jiu De Mai said, "just as an induction gift for my new colleague."

I can't use it anyway.

"Thank you so much, then."

Old Tang thanked him.

He used that knife quite smoothly. In case one day he turned his face with Jiu De Mai, he might still be able to use that knife to slash her. Is it a disguised feature and returned to the original owner?

Hanging up the call from Jiude Mai, Old Tang hesitated for a while, but still didn't dial the number for Mingfei.

Joining Jiu De Mai’s organization is just a stopgap measure. They obviously intend to save the country by taking a curve. They are not sure to **** the Galaxy Jug from him who is in charge of the Galaxy Jug, so they simply pull him, the one who controls the Galaxy Jug. Go in, and then figure it out slowly.

Old Tang didn’t believe that the forces behind Jiu De Mai would really treat him as his own person. The sloppy "inviting to the job" alone proved that the other party was insincere, and he could not feel that he would be "born from now on." Organizers, death is the ghost of the organization", he dare to say that people don't dare to believe it.

To put it bluntly, they all have ghosts, and conflicts will erupt sooner or later-unless the organization doesn't care about the loyalty of its members.

He has brought a lot of trouble to Fei Ge, and Fei Ge has also helped him a lot. He really doesn't want to pull Fei Ge into this muddy water.

With a sigh, Old Tang stretched out his hand to copy the Milky Way Pot, a faint green dragon phantom flashed across his eyes, and muttered to himself in a low voice, "I hope I can maintain as much calm as possible for a period of time, otherwise, I have to take a look. You and that corpse guard, who is harder in the end..."

Xiaoyin stood beside Old Tang, raising his arms to show the gesture and shape of a strong man.

"Master rest assured, they dare to bully the master, Xiao Yin will let them come back and forth! Humph!"

Xiao Yin: ヽ(#`Д′)?

...

Genji Heavy Industries Building, Shinjuku District, Japan, in Yuan Zhisheng’s room.

Yuan Zhisheng put down the handle blankly, grabbed the sake at hand and took a gulp.

It's the eighth time. This is the eighth time he has lost to the player named "Goshen Tou·Mura Yu" in the group today.

Whether it was the daily communication in the group or the fighting style in the game, that person really showed the sharpness and crispness of a knife, and was mixed with the rigor of a forging knife.

It’s just that the origin is very certain, this person is definitely a Chinese.

You are a Chinese, take a screen name of a Japanese sword, and use Tachibana Ukyo to treat me as a Japanese eight times in one day. Is this reasonable? !

Yuan Zhisheng once again simmered a big sip of wine, and then sent the ninth invitation to the match.

The head of the Yuan family will never give up!

A few minutes later, Yuan Zhisheng put down the handle again.

Forget it, the Yuan family can bend and stretch.

I'll wait for Lao Tang to play with him online, he is the only person in this group.

Turning on the QQ group on the phone, Yuan Zhisheng sent out a message saying "I have something to do today, don't play now."

Lu Mingfei: I really want to go to Japan. Ah Zhai wants to make a pilgrimage to Akihabara, but he needs his passport to be 18 years old, desperate...

Yuan Zhisheng was taken aback. As the head of the Yuan family, he knew a lot about things in the world. He saw his peers on a different level. Seeing Lu Mingfei's wailing, he sent out a popular science message.

George Gretel: I remember that a Chinese passport can be issued at the age of 16, right? As long as there is a guardian to accompany and provide identification information.

Good guys! Even the Chinese passport knows exactly what to do, you still pretend to be Japanese with me? Also use a European and American name? !

Lu Mingfei sent a message after spitting out in his heart.

Lu Mingfei: That's the problem. I don't have a guardian. My parents are busy with work and are not in China.

Yuan Zhisheng: Is that so... That's really no way, it's a pity.

He actually has a way to let Lu Mingfei come to Japan to play, but it is not necessary. Anyway, Lu Mingfei said that he is sixteen years old, so he will wait another two years.

But it's also a coincidence that Lu Mingfei was the same age as Eiriyi, and Eiriyi was also an adult when he became an adult, or this is a small fate.

Lu Mingfei: When I graduate at the age of eighteen, I must go to Japan to play!

Yuan Zhisheng: Okay, I’ll pick you up in person at that time, but I’m relatively busy, and I probably won’t be able to accompany you throughout the tour, but I can take care of all your expenses in Japan. In your Chinese words, it should be called " host".

Although the eight families are hidden in the dark, Genji Heavy Industries is a pivotal national industry in Japan.

Old Tang: Someone treats you? Two years later, right? @George·great brother mind if you add one more person?

George Great: Welcome

Mijinto·Murayu: I might also go

George Gretel: Then I try to spare as much time as possible to accompany you

Lu Mingfei: OK! At that time, we may still be able to gather together!

...

Lu Mingfei turned off the phone by pressing the send button.

Although George said that he would be invited to play in Japan in two years, he still doesn't believe that George is really Japanese. After all, two years later, the probability of bragging should be greater.

"Bow!"

Xiaotian sat on the chair and let out a cry of grief and indignation.

In front of it was Lu Mingfei's alien notebook. On the lit screen, its base fell in a burst of flames, and the player on the opposite side sent a message.

Nüwa: It's okay to play, good sense, but the operation is a bit poor, it's a good seed. Newcomer, do you want to add a friend? I teach you how to play.

Xiao Tiangu claws his eyes and makes a low whimper.

Why are the mouse and keyboard so hard to use?

When he walked to Xiaotian's side, Lu Mingfei was almost exasperated when he saw the news from the other side.

Bullying a dog? You can do it at a loss!

Lu Mingfei gently stroked Xiaotian's dog's head with one hand, and pointed the other at the screen, softly suggesting: "Xiaotian, you go and throw away the trash, I will help you get it back, okay?"

"Wow! Wow!"

Xiaotian nodded vigorously, jumped down from the chair, and ran to the trash bag vigorously to pick it up, then ran to the door and jumped up skillfully to unscrew the door, and went out with the trash bag in his mouth, while not forgetting to close the door smoothly.

Lu Mingfei sat on the chair, tapped the keyboard, and sent a message to the opposite player.

Xiaotian: My brother went downstairs to throw out the trash. I'm his brother. Let's cut a plate?

Nuwa: Okay!

Seeing the invitation sent by the opposite, Lu Mingfei clicked the knuckles~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Bullying Xiaotian used his claws instead of hands. How dare you call "Nuwa"? Is it so arrogant?

Well, let the old man come to sanction you!

Lu Mingfei enters the game casually.

A few minutes later, he was sitting upright, fingers flying on the keyboard, although his expression was still relaxed, his eyes showed interest.

It's kind of interesting...

Lu Mingfei decided to be a little more serious.

Ten minutes later, facing the "gg" played by the other side, Lu Mingfei's heart of cherishing his talents suddenly came to light.

Xiaotian: You are very talented. Add a friend and I will teach you how to play.

Nüwa:...Okay.

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