057, it is more important to teach people to fish

She still woke up in the noise of the little red-haired turkey. As soon as she opened her eyes, she was forced to close again by the dazzling sunlight. She covered her eyes with one hand and tried to sit up with the other, but she felt a splitting headache and fell back.

"You're awake." The voice of the black gallon came from above. Yin nodded weakly, and her consciousness slowly returned to normal. Only then did she find herself pillowing on his thigh and covered with his coat.

Yin squinted and looked around from her fingers and found that they were surrounded by strange-shaped wind fossil pillars. Except for Suti wiping the barrel in the opposite shade, Mr. Blair and Hemerlin disappeared.

"Yadan's landform? It's strange," she lay down for a while, and then felt that her head was not so heavy. She sat up slowly. "What about the two of them?"

"I don't know." Blackcurrant himself leaned on a stone pillar and took a nap. He straightened one leg as a pillow for her, and bent the other leg casually. Yin couldn't exert himself. She hung on his knee, rested for a while, and then asked, "Where is this?" Are we lost?

Blackcurrant didn't open his eyes and was too lazy to answer. Yin reached out and patted him on the face and smiled, "Xiao Hei? Fall asleep? Pretting to be dead again?" He was held hard without clapping his wrist twice, and the black currant replied loudly, "I'm hungry."

Yin was clear and replied funnyly, "You are a foodie." The dry food was in her dimension. After sleeping for more than ten hours, everyone probably couldn't eat it, so she opened the dimension and pulled out the whole wheat bag, butter, roast chicken... "Xiao Bai! If you eat again, I'll sew your mouth next time!" Looking at the half of the roast chicken, Yinqi didn't hit anything, and twisted Qiongqi's ears to drag it out.

Qiong Qi licked the hair on his mouth, and there was still some minced meat on it. Yin kicked it away: "Go and find Mr. Blair and Hammerin. Go quickly, or I'll roast you." Qiongqi got a heavy kick, and with a grunt, he obediently picked his tail to find someone.

Su Ti was greeted for lunch. Yin lay on the black currant's lap listlessly, and the sun was so warm that she wanted to sleep.

"What happened last night?" Rarely, Blackcurrant took the initiative to ask questions.

"Last night? You said that circle of white light. I'm not sure. It seems to be the boundary of broken undead magic..." "That's not what I'm asking."

Blackcurrant brushed her messy hair: "Why did you faint?"

Yin frowned and thought for a moment. She really couldn't remember, so she had to shake her head: "I forgot. I only remember that my head hurts, and then I woke up until now."

Blackcurrant was silent again. Yin remembered that the question just now had not been answered, and urged, "Where is this? Didn't we still be by the canyon last night? How could we run into Yadandi and bring it? The book says that this kind of landform is the most likely to get lost. Maybe we can't go out for the rest of our lives."

"So Warcraft dares not come in casually." The black gallon replied faintly.

"So you deliberately brought everyone in to avoid Warcraft?" Yin was in awe. In the fog of Yinjiagulu Mountain Road, he could lead himself to see the mermaid and then come back. It was as easy as visiting his own backyard, and he would definitely not get lost here.

After a while, Haimerlin came back by himself. Yin looked at him in surprise with black eyes and blue corners of his mouth, and asked, "Your face...?"

Hemerlin touched it with a smile: "It's okay. I fell down." With that, he sat down and took a sip of water, and did not dislike it. He casually grabbed the leftover roast chicken neck and claws and nibbled a few bites.

Looking at him like that, I guessed that he must have been regarded as the original culprit of his fainting and was repaired by the black gallon. Now he doesn't even dare to ask for food. Yin can't cry or laugh, and opens the dimension: "Those who don't have enough to eat, wait a minute." As he said that, he touched a box containing pizza and dragged it out. It was actually half less. Suddenly, he was not angry: "Dead Xiaobai, let's see how I deal with you."

With that, an eye came to the entrance of the dimension. Mengjia's face was still stuck to diced meat and chopped green onions, and he looked at Yin innocently.

"What's the matter? Even you steal little Lanlan. Don't you produce your own food in the dimension?" Yin was puzzled and released it. Meng Jia curled up and found a place to sit down. She drooled at half a pizza. Yin couldn't laugh or cry: "Take it and get it. Don't look like I abused you."

"The energy that supports the dimension weakens when you are in a coma, and it is normal for them to be hungry." Qiongqi brought Mr. Blair back. The old man heard her complaint and explained with a smile.

Yin was stunned: "But the chief priest White didn't tell me it would be like this." If she loses consciousness and the dimension is unstable, then she can't even sleep.

Mr. Blair waved his hand to tell her that she didn't have to wonder: "About the secret of dimension, I will tell you slowly when I join the research association in the future. Don't worry now."

Yin had to put away his doubts, took out the food and handed it to him. Mr. Blair seemed to have walked a lot. He had been so hungry that he put his chest to his back. He took the hamburger wrapped in tin foil and opened it and ate it. At this time, Yin noticed that there was a purple butterfly stuck to his waist and couldn't help reaching out to catch it. The butterfly was very clever and flew away without waiting for her to approach.

"Oh, I missed one." With that, Mr. Blair put down the hamburger, took out a wooden box, and put the butterfly in. Yin saw how many butterflies were densely stopped in the box. The purple wings flapped slightly, and she couldn't help but get goose bumps: "What are these butterflies for?"

Mr. Blair closed the box, continued to eat hamburgers, and explained to her, "This is a kind of advanced alchemy product, which is used to capture the treasure cave, called Ghost Purple Butterfly. Each dimension has an entrance. I call it a lockhole. The lockhole usually floats near the owner's skull. Ordinary people can't see it with the naked eye. Of course, they can't grab it with their hands, so these little butterflies have to catch it.

Yin Ruo nodded with some understanding. If the dimension is compared to a mule, then these butterflies are the reins used to tie the bridle. It seems that Mr. Blair just left and collected a lot of treasure holes to take them back to Eloda to slowly crack.

"Do you know why I want to buy stinky gold? It's just to refine the ghost purple butterfly," Mr. Blair frowned and smiled like a child. "You helped me a lot this treasure hunt. I turned around and unlocked the instructions of the treasure hole. I'll leave some good things for you."

The blackjia lun who closed his eyes and nourished suddenly interrupted coldly: "It's better to teach people to fish than to teach them to fish."

He turned his eyes and felt that he was very reasonable. He hurriedly took the opportunity to make a request: "That's not necessary. I didn't do anything. I took your things for nothing. But... Is this ghost purple butterfly difficult to refine? Can you give me a copy of the recipe?

As long as you learn the formula and you have a stinky gold maker, you can definitely make a lot of money by selling ghost purple butterflies. Maybe you will have no worries about food and clothing in your life, or be a treasure hunter. It's thrilling and exciting. Why not?

Mr. Blair was silent for a while and said slowly, "The recipe of the ghost purple butterfly is not a secret. If you want to learn, I can teach you, but..." The old man hesitated for a moment, took off his glasses and handed them over. "If you don't have these glasses, even if you catch the lock eye with the ghost purple butterfly, it's completely gone. It's useful."

Yin put on the glasses doubtfully, and Mr. Blair carefully opened the box. This time she couldn't help screaming. It turned out that each butterfly's thin feet were holding a small grain in the shape of a corn kernel. This is a pair of glasses that can see the lock eye!

"Are you surprised?" Mr. Blair closed the lid of the box, took back his glasses and put them on. He pointed to the lens of his left eye. "This lens is also a quite rare alchemy product. Through it, all magic will be presented in a tangible way, and space-time control is no exception. Only with this can you see it. Get the lock eye."

Yin understood, so she asked, "Can I order such a lens from you?"

Mr. Blair put away the box with a smile: "Do you know how much this piece is worth?" With that, he stretched out a slap.

Yin couldn't help swallowing saliva: "Fifty thousand? Fifty thousand?" Although I can still pay it, it is enough to buy a manor at this price. It's not cost-effective to buy a piece of glass.

"Five million gold coins." Mr. Blair replied with a smile.

Let's decisively give up the idea of being a treasure hunter. With this money to open a bar, restaurant and casino, the money will still come, and I will laugh a few times with a guilty heart and no longer ask for it.

Due to the delay of the treasure hunt for a few days, the group of five returned to Hegway. It has been a full month since Mr. Blair's departure. The snow covered all the streets and houses, and the originally dark city looked much brighter.

"It's so cold." Yinha took a breath and rubbed his frozen red hands.

Mr. Blair has gone to the mercenary's office first, and none of the accompanying mercenaries died. Even if the ten-fold commission pension is nothing for him who picked up a pile of treasures, it is probably not easy to explain why only he can come back alive. Yin originally wanted to go with him so that the lie of "me met a noble man on the road" seemed less fake, but the old man politely declined.

The black gallon stood quietly in the direction of the wind and snow, casually took out the "pass" and asked, "Go to the land of death now?"

Yin rubbed her hands and stamped her feet: "Let's find a place to roast the fire for a while. Your ears are going to freeze off. The climate here is really strange. It's obviously in the south, but it's colder than Jinqi City.

The black currant silently put away the note, pulled Yin's hand into his pocket, and the warm body of the little night who was sleeping in it was suddenly touched by an ice-like thing. "Ji" almost rushed out, and Yin couldn't laugh or cry: "Are you lacking in virtue?" I was about to pull out my hand, but it turned out to be held by Xiaoye Mei, and I couldn't break free.

"It's not easy to be your daughter," Hemerlin said with a crutch. "Although Hegway is located in the south, it is much higher than Jinqi City. It's not surprising that it will feel cold. Let's go. There's a cafe over there.

Yin nodded and found that Su Ti was still looking at the tall building like a trident, so she said, "Don't look. Go inside and see enough later. You're freezing too." Su Ti hummed, and then reluctantly withdrew her eyes.

The four of them walked into a cafe called Rose Red Lips on the roadside. The heat came to their faces, giving people a feeling that their bodies were being thawed. Yin couldn't wait to sit down at an empty table near the fireplace and sighed comfortably: "I'm finally alive."

"Hey, would you like to come and talk about it?" The invitation was made by the voice of a young woman. Of course, Yin would not be so stupid that she thought she was saying it to herself, so she didn't care and rubbed her cheeks at the bonfire.

"Make way." The black gallon answered with a calm voice like water.

Only then did Yin realize who was being accosted. She quickly turned her head and saw a young lady in a gorgeous woolen coat stopping in front of the blackcurrant. She charmingly invited her, "The appearance is as cold as a snowy mountain, but the heart is as fanatical as a beast. It's really my favorite type. How about sitting down and having a drink together? Well, it's my treat."

Su Ti rubbed over from the side and whispered in front of Yin's chair, "Will Brother Xiaohei go with her?"

Yin Ren smiled and endured the internal injury: "She? Where is she? I bet that Xiaohei will punch him on the nose.