It is true to say that it will be tomorrow morning, and before the child has passed, Win San felt a killing intent.

It's the same as yesterday, the strong man didn't say a word, and the shot was a murderous move. For the first time, if it weren't for the fact that Ying San, who was lying on the bed, had dodged quickly, he would have been pierced by a dagger in his temple.

Even so, Win San was not happy, and the dagger grazed his cheek, leaving a wound on his face. He could only be glad that it wasn't a laser ray emitted by the robot, otherwise he would have died in a few moments.

Just gave Win San a chance to get up from the bed, and the dagger struck again, and Win San hurriedly gathered a necromancer staff and shot a necromantic beam at the dagger.

The dagger still slammed straight into it, the necromantic beam didn't touch it in the slightest, and Win San quickly dodged to the right, and the dagger pierced his left arm. Before he could recharge, the dagger shot out from front of him again. Despite the strength of the suckling to dodge, the dagger still left a mark on his right calf.

During that day, Win San couldn't remember how many necromantic beams he had fired, and almost none of them managed to hit the damn dagger. The same is true of the wounds on his body, each pain will be covered by the next pain, if he is not a person with a strong mind, he must have collapsed long ago.

In the end, the necromantic staff in Ying San's hand had disappeared, and there was no trace of excess usable energy on his body, and he couldn't even move his fingers. The strong man was also a little kind, and he didn't take this opportunity to kill him.

A small ball shot at Win San's chest and slid to the ground.

"Eat it and continue tomorrow!" The strong man unceremoniously closed the door, obviously not satisfied with Win San's performance.

Ying San didn't even lift his eyelids, because he really didn't have the strength. It wasn't until he had absorbed some necromancy a little before reaching out and touching the orb.

Without saying a word, he raised his hand and stuffed the ball into his mouth, if that guy wanted to die, he didn't have to go through so much trouble at all.

The ball entered his abdomen, and he felt that he was covered in the battlefield, and the pain was like a maggot on the tarsal bones, gnawing and corroding all parts of his body.

The pain lasted for a long time, and the most obvious effect was the large hole in the abdomen, which seemed to have some ability to mend the torn wound.

Half an hour later, Ying San's body recovered as before, and it was rare to see even a single wound on his body.

"Shhhh It's all gone..."Ying San looked at the body in front of him that was more perfect than just now, a little overwhelmed, and now it was quite satisfying except that there was no energy available in his body.

After climbing into bed, Ying San's eyes slowly closed, his body was extremely tired, and he didn't seem to need to learn how to sleep.

During this day, Win San didn't get any chance to rest, and every time he finished charging, he fired a necromantic beam at the dagger, and the slowly replenished necromantic energy had no time to transform into its own usable energy. Coupled with the strong man's dagger harassment attack, Win San could only be tired of coping, which caused his body to fall into an unprecedented state of weakness.

Win San fell asleep, his legs occasionally involuntarily

Jumping twice, this is a sign of physical fatigue.

The door squeaked open, and the strong man walked up to the sleeping Ying San, put his hand on Ying San's arm, nodded imperceptibly, and then exited the room.

I don't know if it's the kindness of the strong man, Ying San actually woke up naturally from sleep, and after opening his eyes, he sat up and stretched, it seems that he had a good rest last night.

Before he could sigh a word, the dagger came as promised, won three belly slanders, gathered out the necromancer staff, and continued his journey of being beaten.

For the past month, Win San has been in pain and happy, since the first day the strong man gave him the ball, no matter how much he was injured in the battle, his wounds would heal in half an hour, and then they would be torn again.

However, after observing that his strength has improved by leaps and bounds, Ying San no longer has any complaints, and if he wants to get what he has never had, he has to experience things that others have not experienced.

With the first natural awakening, the strong man's kindness was obviously used up, as long as the energy in Ying San's body was restored, whether he woke up or not, the dagger would follow him.

This month's training results were remarkable, not only did he successfully upgrade to a level 5 necromancer, but also allowed three of the ten necromantic beams fired by Ying San to accurately hit the oncoming dagger. At the same time, Ying San also understood the strong man's good intentions, he did not train himself how to dodge when he encountered danger, but how to improve his accuracy. Against a strong man with such strength, no matter how coquettish you are, you will inevitably be killed.

With a month of getting along, the relationship between Ying San and the strong man slowly improved, although the strong man still didn't have a good face all day, but he had more words with him. When Win San hit the dagger for the first time, he said "yes" for the first time, and then the dagger attack became more intense.

On this day, Ying San came out of the room for the first time, came to sit down beside the strong man, and said, "Old ghost, what are we training today?" ”

The title of "old ghost" comes from the mouth of Win San. In the first few days, Ying San seemed to be accustomed to the habit of strong men shooting at that time, and he was picked up miserably, so the "old ghost" blurted out.

The strong man didn't refute, but his shot was even more unpredictable, and this title was his acquiescence.

The old ghost said indifferently: "Give you a day off today, and start the second phase tomorrow." ”

Ying San's eyes widened, and he fussed: "Ouch, what day is it today, why are you so kind?" Is there a back hand waiting for me? ”

The old ghost glanced at Ying San coldly, as if he didn't bother to answer the question.

Ying San shuddered and smiled, "Then I'll go out for a walk." ”

The old ghost was still so cold that he began to close his eyes and recuperate.

After getting up, Ying San slowly paced to the door, and in order not to make a loud noise, he lifted the door, and then slowly opened it.

At the moment when Ying San just closed the door, it seemed that the force was a little heavier, and the old ghost's eyes suddenly opened, and a dagger went with it and stuck it in the door.

Win three is in a hurry

lest the dagger clean itself up again as hard as it did the other day.

After the three ran away, the courtyard returned to silence. The old ghost sat on the doorway like an old monk in a fixed place, not speaking, not looking or listening, only the snowy dagger surrounded his body, dancing.

Walking out of the dark and cramped alley, Ying San suddenly felt a cheerful vision, the first time he came here, the memory of the things he saw on the road was blurred, and this time he came out at most as he said, come out and go around.

The streets of Rossini are noticeably different from those of Rossini, with no more stone stallholders and a wide variety of shops and thousands of different goods. Whatever you need to buy is no longer bartered, but you can buy items with coins called "Star Coins".

Yingsan, who was unfamiliar with life and had no knowledge, had to take a walk, walk into one store after another under the seller's eyes, and then walked out again. Whether it is Wu Luxiang or the old ghost, it seems that he needs to buy things here to buy things with Hua Xingyu coins, of course, these guys he knows look quite poor, presumably this is the fundamental reason why they are detached from the world and do not ask about mundane things.

For those white eyes, Ying San didn't pay attention to it for a long time, what should he do. After the shopkeeper patiently explained, he gradually understood the variety of this place.

Upgrading by necromancy and devouring other people's energy still works, but here, it's the least efficient way to do it, unless you can cross the border to kill someone.

The colorful pills are the same size as the one that the old ghost swallowed for Ying San before, and their effects are similar, either to heal injuries or to increase the energy in the body, which is simply shocking to Ying San.

Regardless of whether this pill is true or not, Ying San intends to earn some Xingyu Coins, 9527 and the whereabouts of the East You King have been bothering him, as Wu Luxiang said, without enough strength, everything is empty talk.

When Ying San asked how to earn enough Xingyu coins to buy those pills, the boss's face became even more unnatural, and the explanation he got was that he had been working for decades, and he might not be able to buy a pill.

Ying San has long been mentally prepared, if this thing is very cheap, then it will become a rotten street goods. So he didn't lose confidence, since this boss didn't want to say it, then change it, even if these people who opened shops didn't say it, there would always be people who would recruit poor people like himself who were in dire need of Xingyu coins.

Unfortunately, it always backfired, and after being politely invited out of the room for the tenth time, Ying San temporarily dismissed this idea. As those bosses said, their strength is still too low, and the children here are all zombies or necromancers with fifth-level strength, so what else can they do except be older than others? Listening to what Wu Luxiang said, the spaceship was worth some star coins, but the wreckage was still traveling with the boulder, and he didn't have the strength to drag the wreckage here. Besides, is a wrecked spaceship still called a spaceship when it becomes a pile of waste boards?

Ying San went out happily, came back with a dejected face, and after a day of shopping, he found that there was not a single thing he could afford, to be exact

There is no thing that does not cost Star Coins.

Pushing open the door, the old ghost was still sitting in place as if he were dead, without the expected dagger.

"Old ghost, do you have any Star Coins there?" Ying San casually closed the door and came to the old ghost's side.

The old ghost turned a deaf ear and still practiced his closed-mouth meditation.

"Oops" Ying Sanyi sat next to the old ghost, his arms on his head, stunned.

"What do you want Xingyu Coins for?" After a while, the old ghost's voice sounded like a broken gong.

Ying San sighed: "I don't know, I saw a lot of strange things from those stores today, so I want to buy them and study them." ”

The old ghost's rigid face did not change at all, and he got up and walked back to the room, leaving a faint sentence: "Continue training tomorrow." ”

(End of chapter)

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