Mass Transmigration: I Have an Armory

"Five days, do you know what I did in these five days?"

Nanfeng looked at the large open space in front of him and couldn't help but sigh: "In 5 days, I directly reduced the area of ​​​​Wan Shu's restricted area by 10%. Bald Qiang has not cut down as many trees as me in his entire life. ♦♦  ♦♦"

This is not bragging, because Bald Qiang has indeed never chopped down a few trees, not even Liu Daqiang from Nancheng.

"It seems it's almost time." Nanfeng put away the metallic laser cannon and glanced at the time.

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Yesterday’s one doesn’t count, today’s one is the laser cannon!

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Tomorrow was the last trial of Liuyun, and he had to rush back to Liuyun City before dark.

The position of city lord is about to fall into the bag, and Nanfeng doesn't want to lose control at this last critical moment.

Level: Level 39 (24%)!

Nanfeng glanced at the panel. After these five days of high-intensity fighting, Nanfeng's experience value soared, rising directly from level 37 to level 39.

"It's not bad to be stuck at level 39. Otherwise, if you upgrade to level 40, you won't be able to participate in the last trial."

Nanfeng put away the laser cannon and trotted away in the direction of Liuyun City.

On the way, Nanfeng made a special turn and went to Duanhun Cliff.

I saw that in the forest around Duanhun Cliff, it was as if a typhoon was passing through. The trees were all swaying, broken, and rotten.

You don't need to think about it, someone must be losing their temper here!

"Hey, someone has broken the defense. I won't tell who it is."

Nanfeng whistled happily and returned to Liuyun City at a brisk pace.

A long way away, Nanfeng could see that large-scale construction work was being carried out on the city wall of Liuyun City, and it seemed that a high-rise building was being built.

"Is this going to... build an observation tower?"

Nanfeng stared at the tall building that was beginning to take shape for a while. He didn't see what was going on, so he shook his head and walked into the city.

Arriving outside the gate of Yan Mansion, Nan Feng found that the guard guarding the gate looked familiar.

Upon closer inspection, isn't this the secret guard who was scolded by Yan Xiaoqi for sleeping at work a few days ago?

Nanfeng pondered for a moment, then walked up and said hello: "Hey buddy, I remember you are not a secret guard? Why were you transferred here? Have you been promoted?"

The guard glanced at Nanfeng with a resentful look: "Lu Keqing, please stop making fun of me. I have been demoted."

As a follower of Yan Nujiao, Nanfeng is a guest in the Yan family, and these servants call him Keqing.

Of course, this was in front of Nanfeng.

Behind his back, the servants usually called Nanfeng "the one surnamed Lu".

Nanfeng smiled: "What are you talking about? You are now the face of Yan Mansion. When a guest comes to Yan Mansion, the first person he sees is you. Do you think you are important?"

"This..." The guard scratched his head, not knowing how to refute for a moment.

"By the way, buddy, aren't you doing a good job? How come you were suddenly... transferred here?" After wandering around for a long time, Nan Feng finally got to the point.

The guard sighed and said melancholy: "It's strange to say that I always doze off these days, especially when I'm at work. That night four days ago, I accidentally fell asleep again while standing guard. It almost resulted in a disaster.”

Nan Feng raised an eyebrow: "A big disaster? What happened?"

The guard looked around and saw that there was no one else, then whispered: "Late that night, an assassin sneaked into Yan Mansion while I was dozing!"

What? He actually let an assassin sneak into the Yan Mansion? What does your guard do for food?

Yan Xiaoqi didn't fire you, it must be because you saved the world in your previous life!

The guard didn't know what Nanfeng was thinking, so he continued: "Fortunately, Mr. Liu didn't sleep that night. He discovered the assassin on the spot and chased him all the way out of the city. Unfortunately, in the end, he let him go The assassin ran away."

Can you escape from Yan Xiaoliu?

This assassin is not weak...

Nan Feng pondered: "Do you know who the assassin came to kill?"

The guard shook his head: "How can I know this? But I heard that the assassin once entered Miss Yan Nujiao's room!"

Have you ever entered Yan Nujiao's room? Is the assassin here to rob sex?

How could he not be an assassin? He was clearly a flower-picking thief!

"Thank you, brother. I'll invite you to the cafeteria for dinner when you have time." Nanfeng patted the guard on the shoulder, strode into the Yan Mansion, and went to find Yan Nujiao.

The guard looked at Nanfeng's back with a smile on his face and murmured: "This man named Lu is really nice. Not only did he call me brother, but he also invited me to dinner. He didn't look down on me at all..."

Then he combed his hair into an adult style, straightened his wrinkled clothes, stood upright, and carefully guarded the door.

I am now the face of Yan Mansion, I must establish a good image... the guard thought in his heart.

…………

Yan Mansion, the entrance to Yan Nujiao's room.

Nanfeng leaned against the door frame and laughed loudly: "Yan Nujiao, I heard that you were raped a few days ago?"

In the room, Yan Nujiao immediately became furious: "Which bastard is talking nonsense! I'm going to pull out his tongue!"

Seeing Yan Nujiao's appearance, Nanfeng was immediately shocked: "I'm going to strangle you, and you have such a big reaction? You're not really being raped, are you?"

"Of course not, I wasn't in the room at all that night!" Yan Nujiao said angrily, "That night, Man Ning and I stayed at the Black Gold Casino playing mahjong and never came back. It was only the next day that I found out that an assassin had entered the house. ”

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, let me take care of it."

Nanfeng scratched his head and asked with some confusion: "If I heard correctly, what you just said was... playing mahjong?"

"Yes, playing mahjong."

Yan Nujiao said, taking out a rectangular piece made of wood from her pocket, a square one.

Nanfeng's eyes widened as he looked at the two crooked Chinese characters carved on the wooden block - Nanfeng!

I ride a horse...

Nanfeng calmly put his hands behind his back, ready to take out the laser cannon from his bag at any time.

There is something wrong with this Yan Nujiao!

Could it be that he was controlled by Sikong Boxue?

"What's wrong? You seem shocked?" Yan Nujiao asked in confusion.

Nanfeng took a deep breath to calm down, and slowly said: "Where did your mahjong...come from?"

"Black Gold Casino. Starting a few days ago, everyone who enters Black Gold Casino can randomly receive a mahjong as a souvenir. Man Ning is very lucky. She received a mahjong with 'Fa' engraved on it. Listen He said it would help her make a fortune." Yan Nujiao replied with a smile, "Don't you know, a new game invented by Mahjong Black Gold Casino is much more interesting than rolling dice, and you can't stop playing it. I’ll take you to play with me next time and I’ll teach you.”

This is the national quintessence of our Dragon Kingdom, why the hell do I still want you to teach it?

Kind of funny.

Nanfeng pondered for a moment and then asked: "Do you know who invented this mahjong?"

This stumped Yan Nujiao. She thought for a while, shook her head and said, "I don't know, why are you asking about this? It doesn't matter who invented it, as long as we can play it."

It's not unreasonable...

Nanfeng stretched out his hand: "Can I see the mahjong piece in your hand?"

Yan Nujiao handed over the mahjong very generously: "Of course, if you want, I can give it to you."

Nanfeng took the mahjong and looked at the word "Nanfeng" engraved on it, and couldn't help but feel a creepy feeling.

From [Ten Thousand] to [Ninety Thousand], from [Little Bird] to [Nine Thousand]...

There are so many mahjong games, but only Yan Nujiao can get the ‘South Wind’?

There is no problem in this, Nanfeng doesn't believe it.

He turned the mahjong over. The back of the mahjong was carved with concentric circles one after another. The densely packed circles made people dizzy.

A few seconds later, Nanfeng felt a faint feeling of sleepiness coming over him.

"call……"

He looked away and took a deep breath to eliminate his sleepiness.

Needless to say, the ‘inventor’ of Mahjong must be Sikong Boxue.

What kind of plane is this guy doing?