It’s Okay to Go to the Internet Cafe

Holding a black pistol in his hand, Wu Cai walked up to Li Le and said, "This is your reward, the mysterious high-grade spiritual weapon ~ the small black pistol, which is very powerful, and it shoots aura bullets."

Li Le took the pistol and was very excited. He kept touching the pistol with both hands, his eyes glowing, and he said to Wu Cai happily, "Thank you, boss!"

Wu Cai nodded and walked to Han San. An MP5 appeared in his hand and handed it to Han San: "This is a pre-level intermediate-grade spiritual weapon-MP5. The bullets fired are aura bombs, and the source of the bullets is the spirit in his body. Power. You can shoot as many bullets as you have spiritual power."

Han San was much calmer than Li Le, but just took the MP5 and said thank you to Wu Cai.

Finally, there was the reward for the first place. Wu Cai walked to Murongzhe and smiled: "You are the earliest customer in my store. Now that you have won the first place with your own efforts, I should first congratulate you!"

Murongzhe smiled, "Haha, thank you boss."

Hearing that Wu Cai handed a handful of M4A1 to Murong Zhe, he turned around and disappeared in front of everyone.

At the front desk of the Internet cafe, Huang Lian was feeding the Haru beast to eat meat. Wu Cai walked to the front desk and saw the Haru beast enjoying himself, and couldn’t help being jealous. “This guy came here and ate and slept every day. She still sleeps in the arms of beautiful women every day."

"Hey, sometimes I feel that being a person is worse than being a pet, and the owner will take care of it every day."

"It's like a single dog, every day when others spread dog food, the soul is hurt by crit."

Huang Lian saw Wu Cai out of the corner of her eye, raised her head and smiled, "How was the fantasy event going on?"

Wu Cai approached Huang Lian with a smile, and reached out his hand to touch Haru's head fiercely, "It's okay, it's over."

"By the way, boss, is the weapon of that gun very powerful?" Huang Lian was curious about the power of the gun, and asked Wu Cai.

Speaking of Wu Cai, it was half a bucket of water. This was played in the game, but not in reality, except for the previous desert flying eagle.

Wu Cai thought for a while and said, "The weapon of this gun is no longer called a cold weapon in the sense."

"It is a kind of hot weapon with fire, which can kill the enemy remotely. It is very powerful. Basically, it will be severely injured by a single shot. If the gunshot wound is not treated early, it is likely to affect the disability."

"Oh, do you have a gun, boss?" Huang Lian continued to ask.

Wu Cai smiled and placed the Desert Flying Eagle in front of Huang Lian, "This is my first pistol. The pistol named Desert Flying Eagle is very powerful in the pistol."

Huang Lian curiously picked up the pistol on the table, feeling a bit cold, and swiping it with her spiritual sense, you can see through the material and structure of the pistol.

"Boss, I think this gun is not very good. It is made of iron and the structure inside is very simple."

"Hehe, it's very simple, but people in this world can't imitate it." Wu Cai smiled confidently.

Huang Lian disapproved, shook his head and said: "Impossible, I can make one now." As he said, his right hand grabbed towards the door, and with a "buzz", a dark shadow came in through the gate and fell into Huang Lian's hands.

Wu Cai looked intently, it was a piece of black metal.

Huang Lian thought of manipulating the iron block, always thinking about the appearance of a gun, his hands kept emitting spiritual power, and the iron block was broken down into synthesis. About the past five minutes, a pitch-black pistol appeared in front of Wu Cai.

Huang Lian retracted his spiritual power with both hands, looked at Wu Cai with a smile and asked, "How is it?"

Wu Cai was a little bit unresponsive when Huang Lian was involved. Hearing Huang Lian's words, he returned to his senses and coughed to cover up his embarrassment. He said in his heart: "This face is slapped, and the emotion gun is made. I can cultivate. The world is just a joke."

The system denies Wu Cai's words, "Host, you are wrong. It is impossible for me to hand over the manufacturing steps of guns, technology products to another world."

"However, this gun has already appeared in front of my eyes. No, people in another world have already learned it." Wu Cai replied puzzled.

System: "It looks alike, but the steps in the gun are all wrong. Even if there is a bullet, it will not fire."

With the system in place, Wu Cai smiled calmly, reached out and picked up the pistol made by Huang Lian on the table, and looked at it: "This weapon model is done well."

"This is not a model, it can kill people if it is loaded with bullets." Huang Lian denied.

Wu Cai shrugged, "Then you can shoot and try."

Huang Lian was not convinced, picked up the pistol on the table, "kumped" the bullet and loaded it, pointed the muzzle at the roof, pulled the trigger with a fierce index finger, "touched" the pistol, and immediately destroyed the pistol.

Huang Lian looked at her right hand blacked out by the gun in shock, and whispered: "This is impossible, is it a material problem? It is impossible, what is the ultimate reason?"

Wu Cai was a master in the store. With a wave of his hand, the fragments of the blown up pistol disappeared. "The weapon of the gun is not a weapon in this world. People in this world can't make it." After speaking, Wu I took a cigarette and lit it, smoking the cigarette and turned to leave the front desk, and walked slowly towards the second floor.

Looking at Wu Cai's sad back, Huang Lian had countless questions in her heart. She wanted to know what kind of person Wu Cai was? Is he from this world? How deep is his cultivation base?

Thinking of these questions, Huang Lian's thinking fell into a maze.

After Wu Cai went upstairs for a while, Murong Zhe hurriedly walked out of the game warehouse. Seeing that there was no Wu Cai's figure at the front desk, he wanted to say hello to Huang Lian and quickly left the Internet cafe.

Murong Mansion-Alchemy Hall, Murong Gang was sitting calmly in the front seat of the lobby, watching the several alchemists below put various herbs into the alchemy furnace in the middle of the lobby.

When the fire in the furnace burned, an ordinary-looking middle-aged man walked up to Murong Gang and respectfully said: "Patriarch, it's ready."

Murong Gang just nodded: "Let's start, I hope I can practice this time."

The middle-aged man nodded, turned around and shouted at the alchemists in the lobby: "Start!"

Several alchemists gathered spiritual energy with their hands and shot towards the alchemy furnace. The fire of the alchemy furnace was in full swing, washing the impurities of the Chinese herbal medicine in the furnace, turning the essence of the herbal medicine into liquid, and slowly fixing the liquid into a spherical shape with spiritual power.

At the critical moment of alchemy, the pill furnace suddenly made a "crack" sound, and one of the alchemists shouted in surprise: "Run! The pill furnace is about to explode!"

As soon as he shouted, the pill furnace shook for a while, and with a "bang", the alchemists around the pill furnace were directly blown up by the pill furnace, vomiting blood.

Murong Gang, who was sitting in the lobby, stretched out his hand, and a strong blue wind swept away the dust from the fryer. He sighed, "Hey, the one hundred and twenty-sixth failed. Is it really difficult to cultivate pills? System?"

"Father! What happened here?"

As soon as Murong Zhe returned to the mansion, he heard an explosion from the middle of the mansion, because he was worried that Murong was just right and hurried over.

Murong just saw Murong Zhe, frowning on his face, and forced a smile, "Zhe'er is back, what rare things can you find in the Internet cafe today?"

Murongzhe walked up to Murong Gang, took out the M4A1 rifle from the Qiankun bag, and said with a smile: "Today the Internet cafe is holding a game. My boy is lucky today. He won the first place and got a heavenly low-level spiritual weapon called a rifle. ."

Murong Gang was curious to stretch out his hand to pick up the rifle, looked carefully with his eyes, and swept it with his spiritual sense, and found that the weapon was only made of van iron.

"Zheer, can you be sure that this is a heavenly weapon?"

Murongzhe nodded, "This is what the boss said, I don't think that with the strength of the boss, I won't make jokes with us."

Murong Gang just nodded: "Well, indeed, but how do you use this thing?"

Murongzhe smiled: "The power of this weapon is extraordinary." As he picked up the rifle, his hands gathered spiritual energy to output into the rifle, his index finger pulled the trigger, and a sky-blue bullet "suddenly" turned into a sensitive snake. It was shot on the roof, and in an instant, a three-meter hole was punched out of the roof by a rifle.