Lu Yu didn't need money, and he didn't think about blackmailing the manager of the Chamber of Commerce in front of him. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

However, he was in need of experience, whether it was first-class faith experience or second-class killing experience, these were what Lu Yu longed for.

After all, it is less than a month before the three-year period agreed by those players to return, and now it is impossible for him to maintain his glorious image hypocritically.

With the shyness of a child who had never seen the world on his face, Lu Yu said with a childlike appearance: "Master Fang Shi taught us that we can't accept money from others, if you feel sorry for it, then give me some killing experience."

Killing experience?

The Wei manager of the Far East Chamber of Commerce showed a hint of surprise on his face, he really didn't expect Lu Yu to make such a request.

Although experience can improve his own ability, but the use of killing experience is only to improve his own ability, for Steward Wei's current level, the use of killing experience is not much, if he wants to improve his level, he can only absorb third-class experience from food, if he wants to upgrade by killing...... Unless it's a war!

Killing experience really doesn't have much effect on high-level people!

Although the killing experience can be traded, it can only be traded once, and the killing experience that grows against monsters on weekdays is really a drop in the bucket for the massive experience they need to level up now.

Now, if they want to upgrade the level of this group of guards, such as Steward Wei and the Far East Chamber of Commerce, they can only rely on the large amount of third-class experience they take from food every day, and the second-level killing experience has become a chicken-like existence for them.

Since Lu Yu wanted it, he would give it to him.

This time, Steward Wei was still full of generosity, not only gave his own killing experience to Lu Yu, but also gave some of the killing experience stored by the guards around him to Lu Yu by the way.

The value of these killing experiences has far exceeded the purchase power of two silver coins, and Steward Wei's mood ...... at this time Isn't it bad?

Because after receiving his experience, the child named Lu Yu in front of him actually bowed to him and saluted, and said that the bones of those fierce beasts were given to them.

Seeing Lu Yu leave with an embarrassed smile, Steward Wei was really in a good mood.

People like to get along with good people.

Even the bad guys are like that.

Although Mr. Wei consciously realized that he was not a bad person, he also knew that he was not a good person.

And just when he was about to be slaughtered by Lu Yu, this kid actually left with just some killing experience, which undoubtedly touched Manager Wei's heart.

"There are still a lot of good people in this world......

......

Steward Wei was a colleague with emotion, and Lu Yu, who walked out of the tent of the Far East caravan, was also quite happy in his heart.

Although his arm is now red and swollen, there are five dazzling handprints.

But I know my own affairs.

The deacon, surnamed Wang, really didn't use much strength, at least he wouldn't pinch other people's arms......

The reason why Lu Yu left a red mark on his arm was completely caused by his special physique!

In my previous life, when I described other people's good skin, I would use the last sentence ice muscle jade bone or blow bomb to break it?

But when he really had this kind of skin that could be broken by blowing bombs, Lu Yu's expression collapsed.

Then he scratched his arm lightly with his fingernails, and the nails cut through his skin, and a mark that seemed to have been whipped was left there......

Shrugging his shoulders, someone walked helplessly towards the wooden house at the back of the village.

It's been less than a month since those players returned, and now it's time to tell them the news.

......

By the time Lu Yu arrived at the wooden house, only half of the sun in the west was still outside.

A faint green smoke wafts from the wooden houses in the treetops, and an enticing fragrance wafts out.

Lu Yu's nose sniffed, and it was actually the smell of beef.

When he climbed from the wooden ladder to the treetops.

I saw a little scholar dressed in white with a paper fan in his hand, and he was fanning a stove with an origami fan in his hand.

What an insult to Sven......

For some reason, such a thought popped up in Lu Yu's heart, and then he shook his head and smiled, and walked to the little scholar in white.

patted the little scholar on the shoulder, and Lu Yu said, "Murong, if your father sees you using the fan he bought at a great price, he will definitely peel off your skin."

Hearing Lu Yu say this, the little scholar he called Murong didn't look back, as if he didn't ignore Lu Yu at all, just staring at the beef squatting in the pot and drooling......

The smile on Lu Yu's face froze, and then he slapped the back of the little scholar's head quite angrily.

I didn't hit it!

As if it was an accident, the little scholar who was stewing meat just moved his head forward to smell the sound of beef, but as soon as he smelled it, he escaped Lu Yu's hand.

Seeing that the "attack" failed, Lu Yu patted his forehead, then walked to the cabinet on the side and took out the dishes and chopsticks and put them on the table, and took out a small gourd with a small body from his arms.

"Huh?"

The little scholar who was originally staring at the pot saw the thing in Lu Yu's hand with the corner of his eye, and his eyes straightened, and then he looked at Lu Yu with a leisurely appearance rather angrily.

Throwing away the fan in his hand, the little scholar ignored the beef in the pot, and said to Lu Yu: "Why do you still have it!" ”

Because he is not very old, there is some femininity in the voice of the little scholar.

This time it was Lu Yu's turn to ignore him......

You took a small cup of the liquid in the small gourd, and after taking a small sip, Lu Yu's face showed a look of wanting to ascend to immortal.

In this world where there is no computer, no mobile phone, no network, and his life is in danger at any time, the liquid in this little gourd can still make him feel that this crossing is not too bad.

I, Lu Yu, can't beat your talented Murong?

It's okay, don't you have to beg me now?

Looking at Murong with an awkward face in front of him, a warm smile appeared on the corner of Lu Yu's mouth, and then he threw the gourd in his hand to Murong.

The inside of this gourd is nothing more than some juice that is about to ferment.

But for these "children", it is a rare holy product.

Taking the small gourd that Lu Yu threw over, Murong Na's little face showed some joy, poured himself a small cup, and then took out a bowl of stewed beef in the pot and handed it to Lu Yu.

The wine is sweet and sour on the palate, with a hint of long-lasting fruitiness.

The beef is strong, and it will also give them some third-class experience.

Maybe it's not delicious.

But it is a memory worth cherishing for a lifetime.

Maybe decades from now, I think of this unpretentious scene......

That's what friendship is.