Years of ignorance of wine and dipped lips

Chapter 11 High Price Chapter Revenue Population

I didn't think too much about it, so I set off on my way. The strange thing is, those people who followed in the dark left soon.

Jing Nian was very resistant all the time, and at first he threatened a few words like "If you don't let me get down, I'll kill you", but then he was so tired that he fell asleep.

Tianyi City is farther than I imagined, day and night without stopping, and it took more than three days to walk out of the mountains.

The clothes and demeanor of the passers-by on the street were very different from before. Some swaggered through the city with swords on their backs like Qin Shuyu, and some looked dignified like Uncle Xue.They are all monks, which means that Tianyi City is close at hand.

Speaking of which, the two of them didn't come up after jumping down the well, maybe there is another exit from the well, after all, all cultivators have great powers.

I don't know which sect they belong to, so I can only deliver the bone-tailed scorpion when we meet next time.I inadvertently caught sight of Jing Nian on my shoulder, he even frowned when he fell asleep, with an impatient look on his face.

If you don't cooperate like this now, when you become famous in the cultivation of immortals in the future, I'm afraid you won't even give me a straight look.

After this thought came out, I was a little dazed, what was the future?Unless the headquarters has not sent anyone to recover me.

The low battery reminder also popped up in due course.

Fortunately, it's not hard to find a shop to exchange spirit stones. I found a shop with the word "Dang" written on the plaque and walked in.

The pawn shop is large and deserted, the shopkeeper is not there, only a handsome young Taoist boy, he said behind the counter without looking up: Please sit down.

I put Jing Nian at the guest table and picked up the snacks on the table to eat. Unfortunately, I didn't realize the difference between this monk's snacks and ordinary snacks. They can't be recharged like spirit stones.

So I replaced it, still no difference.

Change another piece.

How about trying a plate for snacks?

He finally couldn't sit still before I could try.

"Fellow Daoist, what advice do you have?"

"I want spirit stones."

"Oh, so it's here for things." He raised his whisk and showed me the things on the counter, such as Nanhai Merren's Tears, Wannian Taisui Meat, Qingqiu Fox Fire, etc. The names are outrageous.

Dao Tong was full of pride, "Fellow Daoist, you can take out whatever you have, don't worry about losing your knowledge, as long as it is a good thing, I will definitely give you a price that won't disappoint you."

His eyes were very straightforward, and I lowered my head in embarrassment, for fear of being found out that I was short of money.

When I was clearing the snow, I came here in a daze, and almost didn't bring anything.

How about chopping off an arm?Anyway, it doesn't affect the operation of the machine, and the maintenance staff will install a new one for me.

I was thinking about it, but there was movement on the side, I saw Jing Nian turning over and over again uneasily, maybe he was having a nightmare.

Dao Tong also noticed him, walked over with great interest, looked up and down, and suddenly realized.

"So this is what you want to be."

"Can you be a human too?"

Human trafficking is legal here?

"It's a pity to make a stove with such qualifications, but it's sure to be in demand, and you can charge a high price," he said.

The last two words attracted my full attention, "High price? How many spirit stones can I exchange for?"

He is also a straightforward person, so he directly asked his servants to bring up the Lingshi. "How? Is it right?"

I looked at the spirit stones all over the table, and was even more shocked, Jing Nian is so valuable?

Xiao Daotong saw that I didn't answer, and said: "This price is already high enough, if it's still too low—" He smiled narrowly, "You can add yourself, after all, in this world, a good skin is the same as a good talent , are all scarce items, so don’t worry about no one caring about them.”

His eyes followed the corners of my eyebrows, the tip of my lips, and finally stopped on my neck, and curiously reached out to touch the signal receiver that looked like a neck ring.

Since I am owned by the military, the program has set that the signal receiver cannot be touched casually, lest the authority fall into the hands of the enemy allies.So I instinctively grabbed his wrist, and he cried out in pain. "Hiss - your hand is going to break! You look weak, you have stronger hands than that butcher!"

I stopped immediately and apologized, "I'm sorry, but what exactly is a furnace?"

"I'm afraid you didn't come out to do things for others, and you don't even know about the furnace? This is too common for monks." He rubbed his wrists and explained patiently: "There are two kinds of furnaces, one is It is used to assist in the refining of elixir, and those with high aptitude are preferred. This is the most common. The second thing is to help the cultivation of monks themselves."

When talking about the second type, his expression was very narrow.

It doesn't seem to be a topic for all ages.

I didn't quite understand, so I asked again: "That is to say, if you make a furnace, you can enter the fairy gate."

"That's natural. If you are lucky, you will meet noble buyers, such as Wuyunzong, Wudingmen, Duyegong..."

I thought, wouldn't that be the best of both worlds?I got the spirit stone, and Jing Nian got his wish and entered the fairy gate.

But something went awry at the critical moment when the matter ended smoothly. I had just received the heavy spirit stone when I heard Jing Nian ask in a cold voice, "Is that why you sold me?"

He didn't know when he woke up, and he was looking at me with an angry face at the moment.

I nodded without confidence, "Don't you want to enter the fairy gate? Isn't this a good way?"

"Okay, that's really great." He sneered, "Send me to be a furnace, a thing in someone else's hands, no one cares if I'm dead or useless."

Daotong stared, "Nonsense, monks are not monsters, how could they kill people at will?"

"Oh, then you'd better pray for me to lose my life, otherwise as long as I live, I will definitely come back, pay back the pain I have suffered a hundred times, and then kill you." Jing Nian continued his words, but his eyes were dead. Stare at me.

I suddenly felt that even Jing Nian, who started killing in the mourning hall, was not as scary as it is now.

Why did things become like this?

I just made a decision to follow his purpose.

Maybe the machines shouldn't be making any autonomous decisions, as HQ dictates.

So I didn't answer, just bowed my head.

In the end, Xiao Daotong couldn't stand the weird atmosphere, "I said, you..."

"We are wrong." Jing Nian forcibly pulled the Lingshi out of my arms, and then went straight out the door.

I followed behind him blankly.

After walking about a few hundred meters, he turned into an alley with few people, "Don't follow."

I couldn't see his expression, but it must have been not a good one, so I stopped in my tracks.But he turned his head viciously, grabbed my collar and pushed me against the wall, I could barely breathe.

"Is it fun to play tricks on me? Do you think I'm just something that can be bought and sold with money, just like those people in Jingfu? I actually thought...you are different...then why did you save me?"

I couldn't answer his questions one after another, so I could only say, "Pawnshop, give me the spirit stone."

He froze for a moment, and then the cold air re-entered the bionic lung.

As if she had lost all her strength, Jing Nian took two steps back dejectedly.

"I do not believe."

He murmured nervously: "I don't believe it, you, stay up all night to block the cold wind outside the house for me, let me lean on your shoulders to comfort me when I was bewitched by scorpion words, and wake me up in the sea of ​​fire even if I am seriously injured, even if I am followed Ken left me... Could it be that these are all fake?"

I had the intuition that he seemed to have misunderstood something, but before I could explain it, my vision went dark, and a strange breath invaded my private domain.

He threw me down suddenly, and forcibly unbuttoned the front of my chest until he saw the smooth and flawless skin underneath, Jing Nian was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled, "It's all fake."

A liquid fell on his chest, hot as sparks, but it slipped down cold again in an instant.

I couldn't believe it: "Jing Nian, are you crying?"

Increased heart rate, vasoconstriction, increased blood pressure, transient ischemia accompanied by physiological heart pain.

Indeed crying.

But he didn't want to make any sound, just weeping quietly.

The weak water in the glass bottle overflowed and condensed into ice needles, piercing my bionic skin, and the thermostat system seemed to be broken.

But it seems that it is not the only thing that is broken.

For example, I couldn't figure out why Jing Nian was crying. According to the collected data, the best response was to let me go in anger and disgust, and the worst was to stab me.

No matter which one, it can't cause me any real harm, but now, he is like an ordinary teenager, crying at a loss, but I feel a strange sense of powerlessness in my heart.

The last time this happened decades ago, there was a fire that day too.