You San was unmoved, his face was still calm, he looked at him lightly, and turned around and went to King Yue's mansion.

"Young man, you are very good, but I tell you, you can't do it!

Even he thought Leng Yi was joking, it was impossible to kill so many people.

Even if it feels like the murderous intent in him is real.

Still don't take it to heart.

"They didn't believe me. Well, I still have business to do today, and when I have time, I will definitely look for you!"

Leng Yi instantly felt bored, he avoided not fighting, it was not what he wanted.

Grab your backpack and walk into the estate.

"Master Leng, that is definitely a master, and he must have been a mercenary, it is estimated that he is a retired soldier king, and he has killed people!

Guo Jia handed him a helmet and reminded him cautiously.

After all, he came down from the army and was very sensitive to the military.

"Don't worry, I'm not afraid, but it's a pity that I didn't fight. Otherwise, it must be very comfortable. ”

Leng Yi didn't take it to heart, but it was a pity.

After putting on hard hats and feeding thirteen horses soybeans and water, he locked himself in his room.

I want to be in debt and I don't want to be disturbed.

If you suddenly appear, you can scare people to death.

Consciousness comes into mind and immediately begins to ask for debts.

The first one is the wild grass Zhang Ding, when he entered, he found Zhang Ding drunk again, lying on the bluestone by the stream.

There was a table next to him, on which were placed pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and two pots of wine.

He still had a jug of wine in his hand, unkempt, and his long hair was scattered.

"Hehe, would you like to come to see me? Your pen is really good, I have used it for ten years, and it is still as good as new, undamaged. Hurry, hurry, do you want words? You can take them all!"

Before Leng Yi could speak, Zhang Feng grabbed the brush with a crazy smile on his face, put it in his arms, and said.

For writing, he enjoys the process of writing, not the finished words.

"You're welcome, you have to leave something behind! Magic pen, you take it, leave some masterpieces for future generations!"

Leng Yi was of course not polite, walked to the hut next to him, and saw that the walls around him were full of wild grass.

It can be seen that when he is happy, sad, excited, and sad, he comes with a few words.

Take them down one by one, stamp the big seal with the seal next to it, put them away together, clean and slippery, and return to reality in an instant.

I have to admit that this time it was the most crisp and neat, and it only took five minutes before and after.

What can a drunk person say?

"Ding, congratulations to the host, complete the calligraphy of the wild grass Zhang Ding, and get the creditor point 600, the master-level wild grass calligraphy!"

The system's reminder made him very comfortable.

In any case, there is another calligraphy technique to prepare for the creation of your own pen.

Non-stop, entered the second debtor world.

A man weeding in the manor.

The blonde hair is a little yellow, and the body is thin, and he looks like he is in his old age.

"Oh, my Eastern God, I have finally waited for you. Hurry up, help me heal, won't you?"

Seeing Leng Yi's moment, Paganini threw away the shovel, pounced on him like a hungry wolf, and said loudly.

Surprised, as if meeting a savior.

The thin and long fingers were grabbed when they were about to land on Leng Yi's clothes.

As soon as Leng Yi took his hand, he confirmed his illness, frowned, and said:

"What are you doing? Buying drunk all day long, crawling on top of women? Giving you life, is what makes you so wasteful? If you don't change, I can't save you!"

Thinking of his future success, all kinds of indulgences, it is already a miracle to be alive.

Paganini fell to his knees in an instant, lost all his strength, grabbed Leng Yi's clothes with both hands, and pleaded again and again:

"You gave me my first life, please give me a second time. I beg you, whatever you want, just mention it, as long as it keeps me alive!"

In order to live, he has long given up the dignity of a world-renowned violinist.

Leng Yi's face was faintly cold, and he asked casually:

"Save you, what about what was promised to me?"

He has to ask for debts first, and if he doesn't have anything, he'll be cured!

"Yes, yes, I have prepared three violins for you, all of which are made by world-renowned craftsmen! It's just that my current body is no longer able to play, you give me a second life, I wrote a song in praise of you!"

Paganini staggered to his feet and staggered to the next cabin.

Leng Yi didn't know who the manor was, but he lived here, maybe it was his.

Step into the wooden house, which is clean and tidy, and has a sense of home everywhere.

Luxuriously decorated, it is the most expensive item nowadays.

Paganini took out a box containing a violin from a tall cabinet and placed it on a solid wood dining table.

"Oh, Paganini, what are you doing? Are you going to give the violin to someone else? Who is he? Black hair, black eyes, Oriental?"

At this moment, a woman dressed as a noblewoman, still charming, came out of the room, talking busily, and walked quickly.

Whoever sees the most precious violin given to a stranger will rise like this, and it is understandable.

Leng Yi's face was indifferent, and he said: "You don't have to be nervous, he owes me, I am here to ask for a debt!"

The voice is indifferent, there is no emotion, and he is here to ask for debts.

"You are in debt?"

The noblewoman was blinded, he knew that Paganini was very rich, how could he be in debt?

"When I was 13 years old, I almost died, and he saved me. I promised him the violin, and a few pieces I had written. However, my absurd behavior saved only three violins and composed one piece. I ......"

Paganini was flustered, incoherent, and nearly collapsed from his illness.

"Well, you decide. ”

Hearing the past, the noble lady's suspicious eyes fell on Leng Yi, and she didn't believe that he had saved the man next to her.

"Very good, I will accept it, what is the name of the song you composed, I will treat you, but you are not allowed to do anything wrong. Otherwise, you will die a terrible death!"

Leng Yi clasped the violin box and said lightly.

Immediately, the three violins disappeared in front of them.

"Huh......? I'm creating God's protection!"

Paganini's eyes widened in astonishment as he watched the violin disappear, and the noblewoman covered her mouth even more.

He was a little stunned and said his former name.

"Ding, complete the Paganini quest, get 610 creditor points, and get master violin playing skills. ”

"Ding, congratulations to the host, accept the task Paganini to heal, complete the reward: 200 creditor points, open the second step, ask for debt!"

Two reminders in a row sounded in Leng Yi's mind, making him stunned.

How can a person have a continuous creditor task, and wouldn't it occupy his place today?

(End of chapter)