Jiao Ming almost choked to death by his saliva when he heard this ambiguous question, and suddenly felt that there was really a sharp pain in his abdomen, and the booklet fell to the ground with a shake of his fingers. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info rubbed his stomach to confirm that the pain was just an illusion, and picked up the booklet angrily:

"You can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense, I didn't treat you badly?" Jiao Ming had long known that he couldn't deceive a certain system, so he carefully chose his wording.

... No?...

... I think, maybe you have a problem when you leave the factory, do you see if you have a certificate?...

... Hey, you're reminded of this, let the ontology look for it...

After a brief silence.

... Really no.,Is Lao Tzu a substandard product?,Can't it?,I felt pretty good a few days ago.,No.,It must be that you kid didn't use this system according to the instructions to cause problems.,It's all your fault...

... You didn't give me the manual... Jiao Ming suddenly felt that it was so difficult to talk to a madman, as long as he fooled the madman into a pit, and then used his own logic to prevent him from crawling out.

... yes, there's no manual at all, so what's wrong?? Let me start from the beginning...

What followed was a senseless and miserable wail, interspersed with muffled self-talk, such as: What's wrong, why, it hurts, what's going on, spare me......

... Slowly sum up your own business, now it's time to get down to business, search: space. Wait! That's too broad. Search: Space Theory...

Although more specific keywords were used, there were still fifty or sixty memory fragments pulled out, Jiao Ming first browsed it roughly, and found that most of them were scenes from some science fiction movies, and there was no real text-only theory at all.

Something is better than nothing, Jiao Ming comforted himself like this, and then entered the state of communication with the qi demon medium to completely block the wailing of a certain system, and concentrated on studying the booklet in his hand. You can't study magic under the interference of a certain system, otherwise it will cause you problems.

The handwriting of the booklet is completely handwritten, the font is quite neat, very legible, but the delineation of the letters is very forceful, the force penetrates the back of the paper, and it is estimated that it is not from the hand of a woman. The content in it can probably be divided into two parts, magic experience and a memo and diary in the form of a running account, Jiao Ming remembered that Ms. Ziyu mentioned this book just now that it was 'fake', and this kind of private thing can really only be obtained by blackmail.

The experience of reading these texts reminded Jiao Ming of his English reading comprehension in middle school, where there were a few keywords in each paragraph that he didn't recognize, and what was maddening was that it was difficult to understand the main idea of the article if he didn't know these keywords. In the case of multiple keywords that are entangled with each other, even the parts that you originally knew will become blurred, and the learning of lingua franca these days is still too shallow after all.

This saw Jiao Ming fall into a trance, time passed unconsciously, until the sky turned dark and the sun set, Jiao Ming rubbed his temples, but unfortunately the reading did not go well. Judging by the clear part, the owner of the booklet is at least a qi magician of the six rings, and he has the habit of carrying a booklet all year round, and this book is already the eleventh.

However, even if it didn't go well, there were still some results, and Jiao Ming referred to the words in the booklet according to his original understanding, and cast his first qi magic: weightlessness.

As much as he could, he used the Qi Demon Medium to distort the space, and in that haha-mirror-like perspective, a spherical spatial anomaly area with a diameter of about one centimeter had formed around the booklet, and Jiao Ming's hands clearly felt that the booklet was gradually becoming lighter, and then it was suspended in the air like this.

With a loose grip, the pamphlet fell back into his palm, and the annoying voice rang out in his head again.

... I'm not produced from the factory, so I don't have a certificate, you kid actually dare to take me to the ditch, it seems that it won't work if I don't give you some stimulation, and then let you experience the feeling of heavy metal rock resounding in your brain...

Jiao Ming secretly said that it was not good, and sure enough, he only felt a buzzing in his brain in an instant, as if he had come to a disco in an instant, and the low roar and fast-paced electronic music shook people's bones, and the howling singing voice followed. This time a certain system was not out of tune, because there was no tune at all, it was just shouting hoarsely with the accent of the rhythm.

It's just a bad neighbor who is caught in a revenge mentality, harasses others with noise, and is unreasonable. In such an environment, you can't do anything but shake your head and vent, and it's a fool's dream to think and learn.

What's worse is that I just used the Qi Demon Medium to cast a magic, and I need to rest for a while before I can communicate with the Qi Demon Medium again, and it seems that I don't have this opportunity. Jiao Ming held his forehead, beckoned an aunt and maid over, and commanded in a trembling voice: "Go find my sister Xiaoshi and come over, just say 100,000 urgent." ”

It's a pity that this aunt and maid came back alone after a while, and the whole town was not found, Jiao Ming was helpless, and he didn't know where the little guys went. It wasn't until near dinner that Xiaoshi returned to the courtyard that Jiao Ming came back from the scene of the heavy metal rock concert, and from time to time he twitched his head with the residual rhythm.

Jiao Ming, who was relieved, hugged Xiaoshi: "From now on, you will be one of my equipment, never leave my side again." Xiaoshi looked ignorant and at a loss.

......

At dinner, Xiao Shi happily reported today's naughty life, just halfway through the talk, there was a visit from Binglian's mother and daughter, Jiao Ming greeted politely, and then embarrassedly realized that he was a guest.

Binglian was amused and giggled, and the corners of Purple Feather's mouth were slightly curved. Jiao Ming could see that the two had something to talk about, so after eating in three or two, he put down the dishes and chopsticks and sat upright.

Ms. Purple Feather is as simple and direct as ever, and she is clear about her intentions: ask for advice. It turned out that Ms. Ziyu told the Xu Qin people the terms of the transaction according to what Jiao Ming said, and the Xu Qin people did not buy it, and the morning talks were deadlocked, and in the afternoon, the Xu Qin people proposed a tariff method, that is, they were willing to pay commercial taxes to the crocodile family in the process of trading, and said that this is a very popular practice on the mainland now.

"What do you think of this tariff, sir?"

"It's just a clever name, with your wisdom, you should be able to see that this level is said, it's just that the crocodile family and the Xu Qin people smoke the blood and sweat of the crocodile collar everyone, and this part of the money you extract can also be returned to everyone in disguise, and the part that the Xu Qin people extracted is really taken away. ”

Lady Purple Feather frowned and thought about it, but nodded in agreement.