Chapter 884 Sickness

He threw the cigarette butt on the ground, crushed it with his foot, and said, "Fit, another one... What kind of smoke is it? Is it so choking?

"A bag of gold coins is not bad. Do you think you are the rich man of the lonely city? All the crystals of the Lonely City have been moved to the boat on the other side. After I blew myself up, I didn't fall any of them, and my whole body was smooth. I'm afraid I can't even afford to smoke this kind of Wang Ba brand cigarette in the future. Shan Yun complained.

"That's right. When I left, everything was left in the lonely city. I only brought two self-service rings, one of which was given to you. In the future, eating and drinking became a problem. The real grandma's fuck... It seems that we really need to save some money in the future.

"What are you going to do in the future?"

"I'm going to wait for me to calm down and think about it. I'm still at a loss now! Honshin, what's your opinion?"

Shan Yun and the night sat down side by side, grabbed a handful of sand on the ground, and then let go to let the sand fall down. They sighed: "This place is too stuffy, too boring, the mountains are boring, the water is boring, and people are boring... Do you remember what the old man Cui Niu said before? Even if the ink people all over the world are dead, as long as the ink people's ideals and careers are passed on, he will not even frown. Just now, I communicated with eight split younger brothers and knew that after the divine realm got the supply transmission array of Lonely City, it did not change the system and policies set by Lonely City, and everything was the same as Lonely City had done before. Now, did you see it? Although he can destroy the Lonely City, he dares not touch the system you left behind.

He smiled at the corners of Ye's mouth and said, "That's just a conspiracy, a shameless villain with no lower limit. The reason why he does not change the commercial mercenary system is that if he changes a little, the hell will not buy it, and then the war between the divine world and the demon world will begin again. However, the commercial mercenary system is still the atro of the people, and what is beneficial to the world will naturally be supported. In this way, the ideal of the ink is also the realization of a change of direction. It's just that you want me to ignore the hatred of hundreds of millions of dead Mo people. Although my heart is broad, I still can't do it. After all, I am the king of the ink, and I have my fate, which I can't escape. If I leave like this and go to another world, I will never feel at ease for the rest of my life.

Shan Yun pinched his cigarette butt and said with a wry smile, "Yes, the holy land that has been passed down for tens of thousands of years has been destroyed on your head. If you want to escape, you can't escape, and you have no face to see your ancestors even if you die. So, next, are you going to take revenge?

The night was like water, and it took a long time to say, "Well, I don't know yet."

Shan Yun acted as a military stern for the general with an attitude of staying away from the matter. Now the general night is nothing more than three ways to go. The first is to run to a place that no one knows, practice hard, and finally become a peerless power, and then kill it back. As the so-called gentleman's revenge is not too late for ten years. The second is to take root in the turtle continent, continue to develop your own power, and continue to play this game of chess. Third, the enemy of the enemy is his own ally, who devotes himself to the dark camp and takes revenge with the help of the power of darkness.

After smoking the last cigarette at night, I looked up at the desolate and desperate desert, with a long-lost lazy smile on my face: "Oh, no matter which way, I have to live well in this desert first. The longer I live, the more afraid the enemy will be!"

After saying that, he waved to Shan Yun, who turned into a shadow again and hung behind the night. After the mountain cloud blew itself up once, the soul was damaged and the human form could not be maintained for a long time. Perhaps, he is no longer an independent split, but still just the shadow of the night.

When a lonely person in the lonely city is used to being alone at night, he really feels empty. He wants to have sustenance and comfort, but he doesn't want to leave the lonely city. Finally, he decides to build a hut at the foot of Shifeng.

Perhaps, when people are unlucky, they will plug their teeth when they drink cold water. Jiang Ye wants to build a hut by himself with the wood and bricks found from the ruins of the lonely city, but he built it three times, and it collapsed in the middle of it, making Jiang Ye feel useless.

He suddenly found that he was so dependent on everything in the lonely city. When there was a lonely city, there was no need for him to do such a small thing. He only needed to move his mouth, and naturally someone would help him do it. It's like, as long as he moves his mouth, the self-service shop will bring people to study it out. He only needs to move his mouth, and the commercial mercenary system will be established by ink. Now, although he knows how to build a house, he has studied goin architectural engineering, but he just can't build it well.

In the end, he could only take a trick. He thought of buying a quick-built house with a self-service ring as the main frame, and then built an annex building with brick and wood. The main frame is the bedroom and living room, and the annex building is naturally the kitchen and bathroom.

However, when he used the self-service ring to buy a quick construction of a house, it made him very embarrassed, because his only crystal card was frozen and could not be used to buy things. He threw the crystal card at his feet angrily and crushed it fiercely. But what if it is crushed? He still returned from an upstart to a poor man.

He Ye sat on the ground with a depressed buttocks, knocked on the forehead with his hand, and said, "Turtle bastard, come out, I'm looking for you... You must have a lot of crystals in your stomach, right? Come and contribute a little bit."

At this time, he found that it was good to have a turtle. At least when he was so poor that he was about to eat, he could come to his place to play a dozen autumn breeze.

However, Xuan said that the last time he was in the divine world, he had hit him with an autumn wind. This time, there was really no stock in his stomach. It seemed that if there was no economic source, even people and turtles would be hungry in a few days.

embarrassment, anger, and finally just powerless. Jiang Ye found that the world has become too fast, which is far beyond his imagination - is it so difficult to find a serious job?

When he settled down with a quick construction of a house, he knew that the crystal coins in his hand would not be long before he could only find a job and make a living for the time being. But almost all the work is related to the four words of commercial mercenaries. The level of commercial mercenaries is the pass for all work. After the level of level 3s mercenaries is zero, they can only start from level f mercenaries again. It's just the commission of F-level mercenaries. Hey hey, whoever does it knows...

This is no longer a problem of luxury and frugalism, but a problem of throwing stones at their feet and hunters being put in their own condoms. The system set by Jiang Ye himself is now difficult for himself. Although he has the ability, he has no mercenary level. Everything is a floating cloud.

Pit, finally it was on my head.

However, he still has to start with a level F mercenary. He started his job as a gardener again and became an F-level gardener.

Jang Ye is stubborn. He firmly believes that the rules he has made are equal to all people. As long as he has the ability, he can still upgrade back to the original level step by step.

However, this stubborn process was a little painful. He had to go back to the life when he was an F-level mercenary: he ate corn flour and drank vegetable soup.

Xuan knew the pain in the heart of the night, but his mouth was spoiled, and the bird faded out of his mouth. He couldn't help saying, "Let's go back to the water island. Isn't it also your home? If you don't go back to the water island, you can go back to Qingqiu Mountain... I want to eat crystals..."

The cold suggestion of the night said, "Why don't we go back to the city of the sky?"

Xuan decisively closed his mouth, and the little pig next to him then despised him in various ways.

Such a bitter life is difficult for the night, but it is not necessarily useless. The longer Jiang Ye stayed at the bottom of the mainland, the more he found the drawbacks of making rules. No one had ever told him before. Only when he came into contact with it did he know.

For example, a kind of organization called hierarchical acceleration has emerged on the mainland in recent years. The work of this kind of organization is to exploit the loopholes of the commercial mercenary system and give people use improper means to obtain mercenary points to improve the level of mercenaries. To put it bluntly, this method is very simple. They think that when most people complete the mercenary task, they pay more importance to commissions than points rewards. Therefore, if someone takes over the same task, they will not do it, but give it to another person. After the completion of the two other people, the task will be handed over by the previous person to the commercial mercenary union and the previous person. Get points, and the commission is given to the latter person.

By this means, a commercial mercenary can receive dozens or hundreds of mercenary missions in a day, and the level rises like a rocket... Jiang Ye knew in his heart that to prevent these people from taking advantage of loopholes, just set the number of mercenary tasks that a person can accept in a day. However, he didn't expect it before.

He thought that if the system is still in his hands, he can make the system more perfect. But when he thought so, he was a little bored, and the hatred in his heart was aroused again.

The fire ball seemed to pity him and muttered, hooking him out of hatred.

Jang Ye saw the lazy heart Sutra Chapter 71: I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I'm sick, my husband is only sick, so I'm not sick. A saint is not sick, but he is not sick.

It means: it is best to know where your defects are. If you don't know your defects but think that there are no defects, it is the biggest shortcoming. It is precisely because defects are regarded as shortcomings that there are no shortcomings. The saint has no shortcomings, because he regards defects as shortcomings, so he has no shortcomings.

The explanation of the Lazy Heart Sutra is that lazy people are too lazy to overplay, so there are no shortcomings.

After reading this chapter, he sighed for a while, depressed for a while, and helpless for him. At this time, it was really difficult for him to find the feeling of being lazy again.