Pirate’s Infinite Wings

Without a sane reminder, he would be a rich man by now, and too poorly fed to compete with others for a few silver coins.

Otherwise, he would join the army to collect silver coins.

The dead child Qian Bao was born with a golden spoon in his heart, and he didn't know how to be frugal.

What silver coins?

Just sprinkle copper coins.

If scavengers think that spreading copper coins is an insult, they can continue to insult them in the same way.

If you can't, don't argue.

Of course, some things are easy to think about, whether they work is another matter.

Fang Lang knew this very well.

Therefore, despite his dissatisfaction, he remained silent and cooperated with the actions of the other five young roommates throughout the process.

The first station.

It was five young roommates who sent Fang Lang to a small underground dream-making training ground specially designed for him.

The security guard in charge of guarding the entrance to the hunting department of the trainee hunters seems to know five people in Wang Tianci.

Fang Lang not only successfully entered the underground dream training ground by raising his hand, but also five other young roommates followed.

One is about 50 meters deep.

There is a deluxe version of the one-room suspended dream room throughout the central area.

At least with the telescoping bridge retracted, the dream room must be suspended relative to the dream room on the surrounding barrel wall.

Wang Tianci and five people directly pushed the ignorant Fang Lang into the single man-made dream room in this central area.

Fang Lang didn't even know how to enter it.

Anyway, in a trance, he has been sitting in a transparent one-person man-made dream metal chair.

Devices in space are already starting to power up on their own.

He only had time to look around and realize that the one-person man-made dream rooms on the surrounding walls were indeed empty. No one is using the dream facilities outside the training ground. As soon as he closed his eyes, he was quickly pulled to sleep in the dream by the strong fragrance of the dream.

I just woke up in the morning.

After breakfast, I fell asleep again.

Isn't it a bad life?

The above question was the only strange and wonderful thought in Fang Lang's mind before falling asleep.

into the dream.

Everything is different from the hundreds of possibilities Fang Lang imagined in his mind.

He doesn't have to do anything.

After touching the ground with your feet, step firmly on the ground.

open your eyes.

A rather old flat bluestone street appeared in front of his eyes.

The streets of Qingshi are crowded.

They wandered the streets aimlessly and curiously.

On both sides of the street are two or three-story red tiles, white walls and wooden buildings. Fang Lang couldn't see the purpose of the wooden building on the second or third floor. However, the ground floor is clearly packed with shops.

Goubuli buns, sell Goubuli buns, big and delicious meat buns!

Any weapon that my blacksmith Zhang forges is the best, most durable, and least breakable weapon!

"Sir, how many of you have dinner, what's the matter?"

...

As the voice of attracting customers rang in Fang Lang's ears, the corner of Fang Lang's mouth twitched involuntarily.

Almost blurted out three words.

Novice Village!

That's right.

Currently, he's standing apparently on another planet, in his own favorite new game village.

Be it human.

This is also the style and mode of country architecture.

They are all the same.

What's more, he just entered this dream and didn't even have time to create something in the dream. Why was a bustling new village created that even seemed to function independently without his presence?

The reason why Fang Lang can quickly make the above series of important decisions is related to his multitasking. He saw several young men walking on the street, ran into the nearest blacksmith shop, and asked Blacksmith Zhang what he needed to exchange if he wanted to make or upgrade weapons.

However, Blacksmith Zhang not only gave the same answer every time.

More importantly, although Blacksmith Zhang was wearing antique clothes, Fang Lang knew very well from his expression that his uncle's real identity was not a blacksmith at all, but a teacher from the second district's trainee hunter teacher.

Middle-aged teachers who teach them practical skills.

This dress is almost hot eyed.

Obviously, it's shirtless, and with a very simple black apron, it doesn't block any good views at all!

What makes the eyes hotter is.

Fortunately, he didn't have time to do something in his dream, nor did he have time to take a sip of water.

Otherwise, every store in Xinshou Village is originally composed of npc people, all of them are teachers and adults, and they all have a strong ancient atmosphere.

Fang Lang worried that he would splash or suffocate.

Of course, it's not clear that the teachers of the hunter trainers in the second district are all trapped in this fantasy game to manage him.

At this moment, however, he happened to be on a street, looking ahead from his position. Any teacher he comes across with even the slightest impression has a role to play, but there's absolutely nothing wrong with that.

As for the pedestrians hurrying across the street.

All right.

Judging from the familiarity of faces and age levels, the vast majority should be composed of young apprentice hunters from the second district's apprentice hunter department.

They are arguably the test of this dream game

By.

It can also be called a test player.

No store to enter.

The activity of my mind is far richer than the action.

Is this the main street of Xinjian Village? Xinjian Village is my favorite game created by myself in a dream-making way?

ferocious!

Best of all, I don't even know when and how long it took to build the novice game village with its massive footprint.

At least the more detailed details, he can't remember now.

oh!

Just as Fang Lang was indulging in his rich spiritual activities, a strong wind suddenly sounded behind him.

The scalp is numb.

Brows furrowed.

As he walked, Fang Lang suddenly knelt down and bent back and forth. The whole person bent forward and squatted on the ground. At the same time, he muttered to himself.

The laces seem a little loose!

It's pretty much a back and forth effort.

A black meat cleaver, with a sharp blade against the cold light, cut straight from the back to the spine.

puff!

First, he passed through the lower back of a young trainee hunter who was walking in front of Fang Lang.

puff!

Then another young apprentice hunter walked ahead of the first unfortunate man, who was cut on the side.

puff!

Finally, a pocket knife was driven into the back of a third unfortunate man.

The white source power accounted for most of the dust, overflowing from the three wounds.

The blood jar on his head turned white quickly and was almost empty in the blink of an eye.

The three didn't even have time to scream. Their stunned and painful faces instantly turned into three clusters of white light and disappeared in place.

The loud scream of a girl seemed to press the pause button to the entire crowded Qingshi Street. ..