'Yan San, are you a demon cultivator!'

'Yan San, give me that green bead!'

As soon as they recovered, Murong Qingyi and Bei Hongyu asked impatiently, and Murong Qingyi's Yuan Weapon Knife Chain was summoned from his body with a choking sound, and half of it was hung on the ground, as long as one was wrong, he would kill his relatives in righteousness. Bei Hongyu stretched out his hand generously and asked Yan San for the Muyuan Spirit Bead.

Yan San first gave Bei Hongyu a roll of his eyes, and said, "You think beautifully, and you are not my wife, why should I give it to you!"

This stupid girl froze for a moment, her brows furrowed, and she was really stupid to think about what she had promised.

It is actually useless for the Muyuan Spirit Bead to give Bei Hongyu, after all, the generation of life vitality is to extract a large amount of vitality, Yan San has a nine-day wind source, and the wind element that has been absorbed for hundreds of years can be stored in the Nazhu Dragon Scroll in order to make the Muyuan Spirit Bead grow. If you give Bei Hongyu, it is a seed after extracting the life vitality once, and you can only slowly absorb the free vitality, and the year of the monkey and Ma Yue can have another wave of life vitality, that is, it will be smashed in your hands.

Regarding Murong Qingyi's question, Yan San could only smile bitterly, and took her to the living room, the rules and regulations were done, and 1510 said the matter of the 'wedding charm'.

‘...... That's it, once a day, if I can't supply it, it will absorb my life essence, and with the current ability to absorb the wedding mantra, I will become a dry corpse at most twice! This is also the reason why it has been difficult for me to make progress in my spiritual practice. ’

Murong Qingyi was relieved at first, and then frowned: "Yuan Hongsu, that's the great villain wanted by the three kingdoms of Tang and Yuanshang! Her wedding dress spell was extremely vicious, and it was rumored that the sucking spirit yuan was increasing day by day, and eventually she would smoke seven times per attack, and even a fourth-order monk would not be able to bear it at that time...... You've gotten to the point where you have five puffs at a time?'

Yan San nodded and said, "I also know that this is a knife around my neck, and it is not mine to have this wedding curse for a day." I also looked for a way to solve the curse, but found nothing. It seems that it can only be solved from Yuan Hongsu himself. Do you have any news of her?'

The last time she appeared was half a year ago, when I heard that she had cursed and killed Helian Tianxiong's three disciples, and then had a big fight with Helian Tianxiong, both of them were injured, and Yuan Hongsu disappeared without a trace and never appeared again. The location is in Helian Tianxiong's Damanshan Mountain. Murong said lightly.

"Damanshan?" Yan San groaned, sighed, and said, "Those are too far away, you can go out and talk about it, don't worry, my rotten life will not be able to die for a while." And can you put the chain away?'

Murong was stunned, smiled awkwardly, and put away the knife chain.

Bei Hongyu Xu figured it out, walked over generously, and said to Yan San: "I promise with my body, you give me that bead!"

Murong Qingyi giggled, and Yan San was petrified on the spot.

"You are relaxed, like selling cabbage, the key is that you dare to allow me not to accept it, aunt and grandmother!" Yan San shouted in his heart, and said perfunctorily at the moment: "I ...... Consider considering!'

'Oh, how long does that take to think about it?'

'A few days. ’

'How many days are the days?'

'For days!'

'How many days are you?'

......

It's endless!Yan San once again experienced the pain of communicating with humanoids from another world. In the end, my heart was crossed, and I was afraid that you and a woman would use this to persecute me, and I didn't look bad, and I didn't suffer, so I gritted my teeth and said: 'Nine days!'

One more day is beyond the scope of 'several' days, and in the final analysis, it is still 'cowardly'. 'Feminization Magic' is too dark!

Fat Zhang is not very fat, but he is not tall and has a big fleshy face, which looks a little fat. Zhang Fatzi has no murderous spirit at all, but he is always a group of harmony, like a businessman more than a monk. He wears a handkerchief on his shoulder for many years, and he always wipes sweat, sometimes busy, sometimes anxious, sometimes happy, sometimes frightened. No matter from which point of view, Zhang Fatzi looks like a complete businessman.

But just such a mediocre fat man, a fat shopkeeper who seems to settle accounts in a teahouse, also ranks on the Dark Tiger list, and it is not low. Forty-sixth. More than the top is less than the bottom, and the position is stable and stable. His position was even bought, and it was said that it cost several million yuan of crystals. But as soon as I sat on it, I never moved.

Someone hit his idea and planted a flag at him, and then before he could do anything with him, someone else planted the flag and was directly killed. There were also several times when the flag-planting team died unexplained, a group of people were collectively beheaded, all of them were cut off with a knife; a group of people planted the flag on the same day, but the next day there was no one at all, and the collective evaporated, and later it was found that the bones wrapped in magma were thrown into the magma river; and several groups of people broke their tendons and were exterminated overnight by heavy means......

Things are strange. There are many opinions, some say that they saw a white-haired man walking in the dark, some say that they heard an old man laughing and chattering in the night, and some people saw a boy enter the lair of the flag planter......

After a few times, no one has beaten the idea of a fat man. Everyone knows what that means.

The hundred positions on the Dark Tiger list are, in the final analysis, the chessboard of the four bigwigs on the top of the mountain. Fourth-order monks can't eat and drink, and they also need resources. The underground pig farm can only ensure that they will not starve to death, and the mountainside tiger list can make them live a good life. This Dark Tiger List is a huge breeding farm, providing an endless supply of blood food for the people on the top of the mountain.

Everyone doesn't say it, but they all understand it in their hearts. The four bigwigs each have a tacit understanding and quietly divide the Tiger List. The tombstone is the most low-key one, but he also has to practice, so Zhang Fatzi wipes his sweat and is very busy every day, sitting firmly in the forty-sixth position as a businessman.

Zhang Fatzi never planted a flag, and he didn't participate in the monthly Tiger Hunt, just doing his business, and no one said anything about him. No one dared to say anything.

There are only one fat man, but there are many scorpions, tigers and flames. If there is no foothold for a businessman like Zhang Fatzi, someone will flip the table and scatter in two.

The tombstone is low-key and does not interfere in anything of the Dark Tiger, which just means that there is no ambition to compete for the biggest piece of fat, if you can't even eat, then everyone should not eat.

King Kong Tiger, Fire Demon, and Phantom Scorpion obviously understood this, and no one dared to move Zhang Fatzi.

So Zhang Fatzi's business is getting better and better, and he keeps wiping sweat every day. His territory is a big square, there are no masters in charge, but there is no trouble. Troublemakers will die quickly, scorpions bite to death, fire burns to death, throw into magma rivers, tear in half or whatever, whatever. Once the tacit understanding and rules are formed, someone must maintain them, otherwise everything will return to the end of flipping the table.

Zhang Fatzi sells almost everything, magic weapons, herbs, women, puppets, yuan beasts and even human heads, as long as you want it, he can get it from various channels, there is no one on the Dark Tiger list who doesn't know him, and no one dares to say that he won't ask him to do things in the future. So he made a lot of money, but no one was blushing.

After all, there is only one fat man, and the Dark Tiger has a hundred seats, and he only occupies the place of the cone.

And all forces also need such a place of exchange outside of intrigue, just like a tea house in the middle of the battlefield, fighting life and death, you can also go to the tea house to drink a cup of tea together, replenish your physical strength and then continue to fight. This is very necessary, everyone is competing in secret according to the rules of the Tiger List, and they need a pure businessman like Zhang Fatzi.

An old man with a turban and a miserable face bent his waist and walked into Zhang Fatman's Square with a stick he picked up casually, occasionally coughing twice, like a bellows. Looking at the old man's body, he should have been very strong, but he was devastated by years of life in the Villain's Prison, and his fists must not be as hard as others, so he only had one breath left. One day, someone will find someone dead in some dark corner, and then be thrown into the lava river.

There are a lot of this kind of people crying in prison, and no one cares about the waste people who are like walking corpses, they are not even as good as pigs, and pigs can at least mine and scavenge or something.

The old man coughed and walked into Zhang Fatzi's cave, Zhang Fatzi was sweating profusely and making calculations, checking the accounts, and a small guy was serving tea and water on the side, wiping his sweat from time to time.

'Get out!' the little guy shouted in a low voice, his hand had already touched the hilt of the sword at his waist, he didn't even want to say a word to this kind of person, and if he dared to take a step forward, he would cut it down with a sword.

The old man held up a Yuan Crystal in time, yellow millilight, third-order citrine.

'Make a business!' said the old man.

The little guy was stunned for a moment, Zhang Fatzi had already raised his head, smiled kindly at the old man, and pulled out a harmless expression on his face full of fat, and beads of sweat rolled down. With a movement of his fingers, he had already taken Huang Jing and said, "You say!"

The old man took out a white bone book and handed it to Fat Zhang, stood for a moment, then turned around and coughed away.

It's not strange that most of the guests are transsonic when they make shady transactions. It's just strange why the boss sweats so much in such a short period of time, and even his clothes are soaked.

"This it's so hot!" the little guy deliberately loosened his shirt and wiped the sweat of the fat man. Zhang Fatzi sat down and took a sip of tea and continued to settle the accounts. It's business as usual. The business of 10,000 yuan is not too big for Zhang Fatzi.

After a while, Zhang Fatzi stopped his abacus and said to the little servant: "Pack up your things and go to the top of the mountain in an hour." ’

The little guy paused: 'We didn't go there two days ago......

Zhang Fatzi said amiably: "Don't understand the rules again, forget how the first few of you died?"

The sweat on the little girl's forehead came out, and he didn't dare to say a word, so he bowed his head and retreated. Fat Zhang took another sip of tea and held the Yuan Jing and the white bone book tightly in his hand.

The old man's voice was only three short sentences.

'You have been told to bring this bone book to the tombstone. ’

I'll get the results tomorrow. ’

'Ironhead. ’

The first two sentences are demands, and the last one is a threat, undisguised. This person knew that Zhang Fatzi took the crying boy down the mountain to contact the black tiger. If you poke it out, you will tell the other three bigwigs that the tombstone interfered in the black tiger's gambling fight.

There is a price to pay for tearing your face, and as a person who handles it directly, Zhang Fatzi will definitely die!