Shang Biao took back the movie ticket, looked at Ji Sanyuan suspiciously, and asked, "Queen's Road?" The Red Flower Club is so blatantly open in the appearance, and the actors dare to go? ”

Knowing that he was a newcomer, Ji Sanyuan acted as a novice mentor and explained: "What are you afraid of, although there is no security group in that place, there is a more powerful social association than the security group." If you don't make trouble, no one will dare to do anything to you. But if you go too far, it's useless to escape to the theater.

By the way, this is my invitation contract for the next film, and if you sign it now, you can enjoy the same vacation time as me. ”

Shang Biao glanced at it and signed his name.

"The eighth time in a film? Isn't it said that after the sixth participation, it is the best time to complete the promotion film? ”

"That's the way it is in theory, but do you think everyone is like you, so perverted when you are a newcomer!

Although it is said that from the seventh film, the difficulty of the main quest is very different from before, but it is better than participating in the promotion film to find death if you are not prepared.

Most of the actors were forced to participate in the promotion film for the eighth and ninth times. If I hadn't met you, I would have been going to Bo for the next film. ”

Shang Biao nodded and understood what Ji Sanyuan meant, and it seemed that he was almost ready. He doesn't want to drag it out to the ninth time like Ji Sanyuan, otherwise the advantages accumulated by constantly participating in difficult films in the early stage will definitely be exhausted after being promoted.

Then Shang Biao and Ji Sanyuan inquired about some common sense of the theater, and the two agreed on a real meeting time and dispersed.

After Ji Sanyuan left, Shang Biao sorted out the harvest of the last film, and found that he really had a bumper harvest in the last film.

Blood corpse Nie Wushuang, the merit Buddha Lotus Lamp that lacks the Seven Treasures, the gold-level plot character template of the Bone Demon, the White Bone Concept Method, the Five Thunder Forging Body, the Blood Shifting Shadow, the Golden Toad Egg, the Natal Feather of the Parrot Spirit Green Source, the only remaining Red Essence Egg, the treasure chest left by the Feichi Brothers, the Purple Gold Molten Fire Pill that has been consumed, the Golden Silkworm Gu clone, and the White Lotus Ruler.

Counting it down, it is almost more than his previous three films combined.

This is also thanks to the gratuitous assistance of Zhou Fei, a good person, so a salary and skill points are almost equivalent to the income of an ordinary actor for four or five games.

Without this windfall, Shang Biao really might not have survived in the last plot world.

Taking out the Qianyuan Na Fire Bead that had been returned to its original owner from the movie ticket, Shang Biao sincerely prayed for the dead ghost Zhou Fei, hoping that he would have a good birth in the next life, although this is useless, it is impossible to reincarnate in the theater.

Feeling the warmth brought by Qianyuan's fire beads after being integrated into his soul, Shang Biao silently thought about treating his injuries in his heart, he was busy settling the matter before, and he was disturbed by Ji Sanyuan, so he didn't care about eliminating the hidden dangers of his soul.

"This treatment consumes 2,000 salaries, whether it is determined to deduct the remuneration treatment."

Soul injury, this price is not too expensive, even if it is really black, it is an exclusive business, and he has no choice.

Shang Biao thought of the Golden Silkworm Gu clone, and immediately paid the bill for treatment. In exchange for a life-saving clone with a salary of 2,000 yuan, this transaction made a lot of money.

Retrieve the rest of the ticket, leaving only the golden toad egg in hand.

Compared with when he first got it from the mother, the breath of the toad egg at this moment is much weaker, and there is no mother suitable for it to grow in the movie ticket after all.

The egg of the mutant tiger toad

Origin: Part of the ancient plot world

Rarity: Bronze (can grow)

Status: Atavistic ancestor, Moon Toad bloodline activating.

Incubation progress: 78%

Note: It can be handed over to the theater in exchange for 5,000 films, or it can be consumed to accelerate incubation.

"Incubation"

"Whether to consume 5,000 pieces of remuneration to maximize the activation of the moon toad bloodline contained in itself, reduce the consumption of salaries, can activate part of the bloodline, but it will make it lose its growth."

Shang Biao naturally would not sacrifice the growth potential of this little thing because of a salary of several thousand.

In terms of grade only, bronze-level beast pets have no cultivation value at all.

As the numbers on the account disappeared, the toad egg in Shang Biao's hand was wrapped in a milky white moonlight light.

After a while, Yuehua disappeared, and Shang Biao felt the stickiness on his hands, and found that the toad egg had turned into a small pale yellow tadpole that kept jumping with its tail.

I got a bowl of spiritual water and put the little tadpole in it, although it could still consume the salary to make it go through the transformation period, but Shang Biao felt that this was not good for its growth.

Anyway, in the best environment of a private theater, it only takes more than a month to go through the transformation period. At this point, it is no different from a normal toad.

After placing the tadpoles, Shang Biao chose to return to reality.

In the cave, the Digu Mantong faithfully guarded the entrance, and Shang Biao's appearance out of thin air startled it.

"Master~"

Shang Biao nodded, and after asking a few words, he walked out of the cave.

In reality, the sunset burns the red sky, and it is dusk.

The remnant sun shines on the exterior wall of the renovated Taoist temple, which looks quite ancient. The little henchman he had taken in, Lai Laila, sat on the threshold and stared blankly at the villagers working down the hill.

This time, it was almost more than two months before and after the plot world, and Shang Biao didn't show up for such a long time, which made this little girl almost think that she was abandoned.

Fortunately, when she entered the entrance of the cave every day, she could see Diku Mantong blocking her, which made her feel at ease.

"First ~ sir!"

was blocked by Shang Biao's body, and when Laila looked up and saw that it was him, she was surprised.

"Hmm"

Shang Biao answered and walked into the Taoist temple.

There is no trace of dust in the mud tire of Yinshan Old Ancestor, and it is obvious that someone is cleaning it every day.

After paying homage to the incense, Shang Biao subconsciously sat cross-legged on the futon in front of the incense table and recited the scriptures of the evening class.

Ryla imitated his movements and found a futon to sit down.

When Shang Biao finished his evening class, it was already dark, and candles had been lit in the hall.

Electricity is still considered a luxury in this not-so-remote mountain village, and one kilowatt-hour of electricity can buy enough candles to last for several days.

After a 'hearty' dinner of white rice and small salted fish, Laila looked at him timidly as she cleaned up her chopsticks, as if she had something to say.

"Sir, can I learn the technique of descent with you?"

"Want to avenge your father?"

Shang Biao raised his eyelids, glanced at her, and said lightly.

"Boom!"

Laila knelt in front of Shang Biao, her head slammed down, and she didn't speak.

"Although your experience is miserable, you are much luckier than others, at least I can live when I meet them.

If you really think about it, there is no such thing as a free lunch, what are you willing to pay for revenge? ”

"My everything, including life!"

"Hehe, I hope you don't regret it, just practice and play by yourself!"

Shang Biao threw out a book full of Aragonsian descent notes he had obtained from Oguman, which he did not despise, but which was a treasure to Laila.

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