A vermilion fruit, some resembling small tomatoes, the peel is already a little dying, and I don't know if it was born like this or later dried.

If it is later dried, it is a little too immoral to sell this kind of thing to customers.

Almost all of the hawkers are this kind of stuff.

Gu Mian even stepped forward to pick up a few and observed them a few times, but there was nothing special.

The characteristic of poisoning and dying after no contact......

The wind never stopped, blowing a corner of the vendors' stalls, and a few fruits rolled down the middle of the wind-gurgling road.

The vendor with his head hanging out his hand, smoothed the tattered cloth, and then continued to stare at the ground with his head down, and the few lonely fruits lay in the middle of the street, and no one cared about them.

The streets were bustling with people, and from time to time a lady with her head held high or a neatly dressed man passed in front of the vendors, but all of them did not squint, as if they did not bother to look at the stalls on either side of the street.

The lady in the little white leather shoes held her head high, and stepped on the small fruit in the middle of the road as she walked.

Zhu Guo suddenly fell apart, bright red juice splashed everywhere, some even covered the upper of the little white shoes, and the shoes of several people next to him were also splashed with a little red juice.

But Madame didn't care, and neither did anyone else.

Still walking with her head held high, she walked through the brightly lit streets lit by closet lights, her chin lifted through the crowd, as if every moment was a manifestation of her noble status.

Gu Mian glanced at the little white shoes for a few moments, and then withdrew his gaze.

The most conspicuous thing on this street is not the lady who stepped on the fruit with her head held high, but the little girl standing not far away lying on the shop window, staring at the pastries inside.

Children of her size were rare on the streets, and they were dressed in a conspicuous outfit – the little girl in ragged clothes was indeed a little more conspicuous than the others.

And she was also carrying a basket that didn't quite match her body, which looked a little funny, like a naughty child who stole the basket that her parents bought groceries and came out to play.

Gu Mian naturally raised his feet and walked over there.

When he got closer, he followed the light in the closet to see the contents of the little girl's basket - three lighters.

One gold, one silver, and one in general.

There seems to be a rag underneath.

Just when Gu Mian suddenly remembered something, the little girl in front of the window obviously noticed him as well, she tilted her head to look over and met Gu Mian's gaze.

Immediately afterwards, Gu Mian saw her mouth open and close, and a sweet voice came out of the little girl's mouth: "Sir, can you buy a lighter?" ”

Look, what a familiar plot at this time.

If you replace the lighter in the basket with a less advanced match, then you are completely a 'little match girl'.

But the times are always advancing, and even the NPCs in the dungeon are not far behind, and the little girl in front of me who knows at a glance is a very self-motivated, matchmaker seller abandons backward matches and sells lighters instead......

Gu Mian was still sighing in his heart about the progress of the times, and the little girl in front of him heard her voice again.

But this time she changed her tone, as if she was impatient to wait, and as if she felt that Gu Mian would not buy her matches.

Some cold voices came, and there was a gloomy tone in them: "Sir, do you want to buy it or not?" ”

Listening to this tone, it is like a domineering trader who buys and sells on the roadside, the kind that is very reluctant to buy less.

Gu Mian glanced down at the little girl selling lighters in front of him.

I saw that she was raising her head, and she already had some unpleasant expressions on her face.

For this attitude of buying and selling, Gu Mian will of course rise up to resist.

He carried his guitar, then stared at the little girl in front of him tightly, and slowly spoke: "I, all, everything, want." ”

The night passed very slowly, and 007 finally picked up a few bundles of dead branches, and in the second half of the night, he was really a little unable to stay up, cold and hungry, so he wanted to take a nap in the tent.

I didn't expect that I was sleeping too deeply, and when I lifted my eyelids, I found that the sky was already bright.

007 stood up in a hurry and patted the withered grass on his body: "What's the matter, why have I slept for so long?" ”

In order to enhance her physique, she will enter the dungeon almost every day, although the body will not be harmed by the dungeon, but the mental damage is still indispensable, and the long-term uninterrupted entry of the dungeon will affect the spirit.

But in order to strengthen herself, 007 still didn't stop entering the dungeon, and she added all the attribute points she got to her spirit, which barely held on.

So her panel is slightly stronger than other people's panels, and it's only slightly stronger, because death in the dungeon will drop attribute points, game currency, or items, and a few times she almost lost it all, but she was stunned and accumulated with the continuous progress of the dungeon.

Theoretically, her mental strength was enough to last two nights without sleeping and she wouldn't be too sleepy, but in this dungeon, she couldn't hold back the first night to fall asleep.

007 held on to the grass canopy next to her, the prominence of mental power means other defects, her physical strength is not very good, and now she is hungry and cold, and she can't stand up at first glance.

She looked around when she came, and there was no threat around, and 007 breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm so lucky. ”

I slept at the edge of the forest, and when I woke up in the morning, my skin was not broken.

You know, this is a supernatural copy.

The daytime temperature in this place is quite impressive, the sun in the sky dispels the cold, and the sun warms the sun.

007 only helped for a short while, then raised his legs and walked in the direction of the town: "Is it because it was too cold yesterday and I was too hungry, so I didn't have the strength to keep up and fell asleep?" It seems that I will have to strengthen my physical attributes in the future......"

She pondered the question as she weighed the bundles of dead branches in her hand, and only picked up so many of them in the middle of the night, and theoretically there should be no shortage of dead branches at the edge of the forest.

007 doesn't know how much this wilted branch can sell for, it may not be enough to buy a lighter, but she can go to the town first to understand the price, see the needs of customers, what is good to sell, what is more profitable, these she has to investigate.

If the dead branches are really worthless, she can find something else to sell.

Yesterday, she really didn't expect that the dead branches would be so rare, so she didn't hesitate to come here to pick up the dead branches.

The hay under his feet made a clattering sound, and 007 stepped on it a few more times before continuing to walk in the direction of the town.

The streets are as bustling during the day as they are at night, but because the sun is high, the shops next to them don't have to turn on the lights, and the streets without lights always seem to be missing something at first glance.

007 quickly found the location of the little girl who was ragged yesterday, and she was still standing there far away.

She took a few quick steps to that side, but just then, she suddenly realized that something was not quite right.

She couldn't see the little girl clearly when she was far away just now, but after running a few steps forward, 007 realized that something was wrong.

"Like...... Fat? Still a little shorter? ”

She stopped, frowning and looking at the figure of the little girl not far away, she left herself a back, and the blue child that she carried on her arm yesterday was placed on the ground next to her.

There were people around, and no one seemed to notice the little girl's abnormality, and no one looked more at her basket.

007 took a few more steps forward, then took a closer look.

Soon, she noticed something unusual, her eyes widened, and she opened her mouth slightly: "This, this, this, this ......"

Then, under her nose, the little girl in ragged clothes stood up with her back to 007, as if she was a little impatient.

That's right, the little girl was squatting just now.

No, not a little girl!

007 doesn't quite understand why he just slept and the little girl who sold lighters became a big brother who sold lighters.

And this brother seems to have inherited the little girl's clothes, which he wore as a cape.

I saw that he was very miserable and brushed the rags on his clothes with his hands, as if he wanted to fill the hole, but fortunately this man was also wearing a white coat, so that he would not be so mad that he came out with only a small dress to be embarrassed.

At that moment, 007 saw the guitar bag in front of the man, revealing only one corner.

When she saw this guitar bag, she suddenly understood something.

Isn't that what it is...... That forest ghost last night?

The man who is not willing to give up his music hobby for the sake of his career even if he becomes a doctor - of course this is just 007's brain supplement.

At this moment, 007 was unsure whether he was going to leave or to go up to say hello......

She wasn't sure if it was a player or not, and she was startled when the white man suddenly appeared in the forest last night.

Having said that, this time I entered the dungeon 007, and I thought I was only scared twice.

Once in the forest, in front of the wooden house, she heard a miserable scream coming from inside, like hell on earth, and then she felt that she was only a thin line away from death.

The second time was to be frightened by the white figure, of course, the impact was much smaller than the first time.

At this point, 007 had already recalled several copies of his previous tragic deaths, each time he had died extremely miserably, but it was even more miserable when he counted what little he had left after leaving the dungeon.

Thinking of this, she took a step back slightly: "Thirty-six plans to go up ......"

However, seeing Gu Mian's white coat outfit, she was a little hesitant, and it seemed that the characters in the copy would not be dressed like this......

And just as 007 hesitated, she suddenly realized that the guitar bag in front of the man didn't seem to be pulled properly, and something was shining.

007 took a step forward and wanted to take a closer look: "How can a guitar be reflective?" Isn't it a guitar in it? ”

But soon, she could see what was inside.

After seeing what was inside, the previous hesitation turned into decisiveness in an instant.

Without waiting for a moment, 007 pulled up his legs and turned his head to run, running faster than he had been in the forest.

"Players have inventory, how can they carry such a heavy chainsaw with them!"

"The player can't attack the ghost in the dungeon, so even if he's a player, the chainsaw must be used to kill other players!"