Ding Ze looked at the crowd whose voices were still increasing, the corners of his mouth grinned, and he smiled cheaply.

He thought about it for a while, and felt that if he conjured a megaphone out of thin air, it would be a bit ridiculous, and if it was used by someone with a heart, he didn't want to seize the laboratory to be a guinea pig.

Then he twisted his hand behind his back, reached into his pants, smiled at the crowd, and suddenly pulled out a megaphone that was larger than usual.

I saw that everyone was stunned again, looking at Ding Ze with a frightened face, and the enlarged version of the megaphone in his hand.

In an instant, the crowd all pulled out their mobile phones, the flash flashed for a while, and then there was the wave of noise.

There are already many guests in the hotel who have come out to abuse, even if it has the sound insulation effect, they still feel deafening.

You can see how loud the sound is combined.

Ding Ze didn't care about the flashing light, he rubbed his hips, turned on the megaphone, and coughed lightly.

A visible circle-like sound wave swept towards the crowd in an instant.

The loud bang instantly overwhelmed all the sounds, humming in the ears of the crowd.

"Well, it works well. Ding Ze nodded in satisfaction.

He looked at the megaphone and thought it was worth the money.

He barely exerted much force, and his voice was already louder than all the noise, which showed how effective it was.

Looking at the crowd that had quieted down, Ding Ze smiled, "Don't be impatient, in a few days, I will release songs for people to enjoy me... Melodious voice. ”

"You can search for yourself... King of Routines!" Ding Ze paused and said.

Originally, he wanted to say his name, but he always felt a little out of style, so after thinking about it, he called him the king of routines.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he had a kind of superior demeanor and didn't care about fame, fortune and money.

Just to bring joy to people.

This loud noise still surrounded everyone's ears, and everyone only felt their heads buzzing, looking at Ding Ze who was very proud with a blank face.

"That's really the case! he's just trying to be famous, and everything is fake!" After a long time, a man first came back to his senses, and his expression changed.

Immediately after that, more and more people came back to their senses, and the shouts rang out again.

This time, Ding Ze didn't stop it, he stared at the increasing balance of the system routine points with a stupid smile, and almost instantly exceeded the 600 limit, and the speed increased unabated.

He chuckled, thinking that this enhanced version of the megaphone was... It's worth it!

"Okay, I've done what I need to do, I'm going to school and I'm going to play my tricks... Routine technique!" Ding Ze tightened his lips and nodded vigorously with a firm expression.

Looking at the impassable flow of people, he sighed, "I obviously want to leave here, you... You have to let me use you again. ”

He coughed lightly, tucked the enhanced megaphone into his crotch, and stored it in the system's warehouse.

Then he looked up at the sky, frowning slightly, and after a long time, his finger suddenly pointed to the sky, and he looked at the crowd with a frightened expression.

Many people in the crowd were also a little puzzled, and they looked at the sky together, only a few clouds were moving slowly...

They bowed their heads again, how could they still see Ding Ze's figure...

"! he's tricked again!" all kinds of insults rang out in the crowd.

Even if some people don't know about Ding Ze, such a loud horn is enough to make people remember him deeply in their minds.

"Ding Dong!"

"An infuriating routine, the wage host gains 17 routine points. ”

"Ding Dong!"...

Ding Ze stood across the road and wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, his face was unhappy, but he was extremely relieved in his heart.

He listened to the system prompt sound ringing in his ears, and then looked at the system balance of more than 1,000!

"Look at how charming you are!" Ding Ze looked at the 'enthusiastic' crowd and said with emotion, "No wonder people are afraid of being famous, pigs are afraid of being strong." I've always experienced it today. ”

He shook his head with a smile and looked at the system properties interface, his face even more excited.

Attributes: Name: Ding Ze.

Gender: Male.

Spirit: 46.

Strength: 31.

Speed: 29.

Reaction: 39.

Sex: 7.

Muscle strength: 21.

Exercises: None.

Character realm: mortal (rookie).

Backpack: 2 booster potions, 1 powerful megaphone, and 1 pack of powerful laxatives.

Routine point balance: 1191.

"Look at our routine, swishing upwards. Who else!" Ding Ze said excitedly.

At this time, he really tore his clothes directly and yelled at the sky.

But after thinking about it, he gave up on this idea, after all...

Ding Ze glanced at the unabated crowd and rubbed his nose.

After all... The impact is not good.

And I'm a celebrity now, I definitely have to pay attention to my image!" Ding Ze nodded vigorously.

If this scene is filmed by some people with ulterior motives and makes a big fuss, I don't want to be strangled in the cradle. He exhaled deeply, glanced at the crowd, and smiled with satisfaction.

"Shameless!"

"Little smash!"

Listening to the intermittent abuse, Ding Ze shook his head indifferently.

Then he took a few deep breaths, straightened his collar, and left the place with his head held high.

...

"Chief, I'm lost. In the crowd, a man in sunglasses covered his ears and shouted.

After all, the sound here is chaotic and deafening, and if he doesn't make a loud voice, let alone the phone, even he can't hear it himself.

"Oh, what's going on with you?" the voice sounded a little old, but it didn't feel angry.

"What, chief, what do you say?" the man called out to his wrist as he covered his ears.

It's not that he pretends to hear clearly, but the noise around him is too loud, especially some young people, and the abuse is endless.

If anyone dared to argue for Ding Ze, everyone around him would attack him in groups, wave after wave.

Even if he stuffed the whole communicator into his ear, he might not be able to hear clearly.

"Ahem, come back. The voice on the other end seemed dissatisfied, and he hung up the phone.

"Hey, hey?" the man shouted into the communicator a few more times, and found that he had already hung up, so he could only swing his fist in frustration.

"Malegobi!"

...

Somewhere in a barracks, in a small house.

The house was extremely empty, except for a Tang knife on the knife holder.

This Tang knife looks extremely narrow and long, its handle is all red, and the back of the knife is a delicate and slender dragon entrenched, with teeth and claws.

As for the blade, it was white, but for some reason, occasionally a ball of blood appeared and dissipated, and when you looked at it from a distance, it felt extremely sharp and cold.

The knife holder was placed on the ground, and in front of it sat an old man.

The old man was full of white hair, his face was even more wrinkled, and he sat with his legs crossed and facing Tang Dao.

Suddenly, the old man's eyes opened, his eyes were chaotic, but there was a ray of essence flashing in the depths of his eyes.

Then, there was a knock on the door.

"Enter. The old man spoke, his voice hoarse.

Chirping.

The door of the room opened, and another old man entered.

He held two cups of tea in his hand, looked at him like this, shook his head and smiled, "It's been all these years, those beasts have long been reincarnated, why do you still insist on doing it." ”

"When I was young, I used this dragon slaying knife to kill at least 10,000 but 8,000," he shook his head, took a slight sip of tea, and continued.

"I watched those people die in front of me, blood stirring up and falling in front of my eyes, and they stared at me when they died. The old man drank all the tea in one go.

He gently stroked the back of the knife, and his eyes radiated a hint of coldness, piercing people's hearts.

"At that time, I thought the same way as you, and let them drift away in the wind. The old man shook his head and took another teacup, "Now I feel wrong. ”

"For some reason, I've been feeling restless for the past few days. He took a sip of tea, and poured the rest directly on top of the Tang knife.

The entire Tang knife was trembling slightly, and the tea was constantly evaporating, and the water vapor was blowing in his face, the old man stared at it intently, and the delicate long dragon on the back of the knife was even more like a living, constantly twisting and wriggling in the mist.