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"Definitely complete the mission!"

Song Dabao shook his head and called Zhao Xiaochuan:

"Let's go, go play beast chess next door!"

Before Song Minglian could see what the two senior brothers looked like, the two of them had already left the dormitory to play games next door...... This familiar feeling reminded him of his college life in a certain dynasty in his previous life. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"I can't imagine that the Force has declined to this extent...... Or is it just a matter of being a professional in wind runners? ”

Song Ming didn't understand, and he didn't have time to delve into it, after all, he fell from the sky, gliding all the way around the mountain, and because the positioning was too accurate, he unfortunately smashed his bedroom, and now he was required to complete the repair of the bedroom within three days, which was a test for him.

This test is not worth mentioning.

But since he promised his brothers, he must complete the task on time, he has no ability to do it himself, and spending money to hire talents is the king.

Thinking like this, he immediately went down the mountain, through the grassy forest, returned to Wuhuan City, found a decoration shop, pressed the disciple card of the samurai academy to the store, and then invited the workers to the samurai academy.

Then he looked at the class schedule, Merry Dao has a lesson a week, a lesson for a day, and the next lesson is three days later, there is still time for him, he finished and explained some necessary trivial matters, and then went down the mountain again.

Back on Wuhuan Street, find an airplane rental shop, put down the Dao Sword of the Samurai Academy, and rent a small dilapidated plane.

Drove the plane to the customs, and after completing the formalities, left the dungeon and flew to the surface.

His destination is the Dark Forest.

His goal is to hunt the protozoa.

The dark forest is too big, and the time is limited, so it is conceivable to reap the rewards by taking the initiative, so he started his old business.

I saw him fly to the edge of the dark forest, stop the plane, take off his shirt, spray anesthetic, cut a crack in his chest with his bare hands, and did not stop until the blood flowed like a mouthful, and then hung himself on a tall tree, and fell asleep as if he were real.

No, no, he was just sleeping, although he was woken up several times by flying in the sky during the period, he didn't care, as for why he appeared in the dark forest so often, with his current status, he naturally wouldn't go into detail.

Songming fishing beasts, those who wish to take the bait.

Two days later.

He drove the plane and hoisted the two-ton original beast back to Wuhuan Street.

His luck is average, and the highest-level original beasts he encountered are only dozens of levels, and more than half of them are Amitabha Buddha who was accidentally knocked to death by him, and after a small half of the injury, he couldn't bear to shoot or hunt again, and finally only selected two tons of ** injuryless original beasts and brought them back to Wuhuan Street.

I sold it to Mario, and it was quickly collected by the two dealers, and I got 3,000 money, and another 1,000 to Mario, leaving only 2,000 Singapore dollars.

Song Ming didn't mind, after all, he didn't want to make a fortune with this, he just wanted one to make money quickly, and two thousand Singapore dollars was a big book, in addition to the twenty blue coins for the bamboo workers, there was still a lot of money left.

Considering the traffic conditions before learning to fly, Songming went to the 4S store to buy a brand-new beige small plane, with a two-wing flapping fan layout, foldable wings, two-seater, straight take-off and direct landing, "steam eruption + road symbol" dual power engine, which can add solid steam, or built-in wind flight charm, healthy and environmentally friendly, and the whole machine is equipped with a human pedaling machine, which may be used when the fuel is exhausted.

Song Ming has only ridden a bicycle on earth, and has never even enjoyed a battery car, let alone a motorcycle, a car, etc., and he never imagined that he could buy a plane with the money he earned from hunting for two days in this place...... But when I think about it, it's money earned with my life, and I think it's right.

In this way, after briefly learning how to operate an airplane, he drove the plane back to the samurai academy, landed the plane on the roof of 421, jumped off the roof himself, and returned to the dormitory through the main entrance.

I didn't want the bamboo worker to have already finished it, so he had left early.

The house was repaired as before, and its skill level impressed Song Ming, and the two senior brothers were full of praise:

"Yes, junior brother, I admire rich people the most in this life, and I also want to have a chance to make a fortune in the future, senior brother, when I learn martial arts."

"I am Zhao Xiaochuan, ranked eighty-two in this sect, this is Song Dabao, one higher than me, junior brother, you will be the eighty-third disciple of this major in the future, I hope to practice hard in the future and win glory for the Merry Dao."

"Senior Brother Songming, please take care of me."

"Hey, what do you mean by being a false one?"

"Because whether it's height or cultivation, in the end, I'm better than my junior brother!"

Song Ming has the opportunity to take a closer look at the two, and there is no difference between them and at first glance, except for one fat, one thin, one short and one tall, there is no feature at all from the facial features, both of them are not handsome, not ugly, not fierce and not weak, but after all, they have been immersed in ** martial arts for many years, and their facial features and posture all exude a faint fairy flavor, and there is an obvious difference in temperament from ordinary people.

This reminded Song Ming of the admissions advertisement of the Samurai Academy:

"One martial arts covers a hundred ugliness, and you can pick the stars with your hands."

Song Dabao and the others stopped bickering, led Song Ming to every corner of the bamboo house, and then arranged his private cubicle and the retreat seat on the second floor.

After turning around, Song Ming was quite surprised and asked directly:

"Aren't there any beds here?"

Song Dabao stroked his beard and smiled, although he had almost no beard:

"You've become a samurai, little junior brother, why do you still ask such a mentally retarded question? For the samurai, the sky is the quilt, the earth is the bed, the heaven and the earth are so big, they sleep everywhere, and they are ......"

Zhao Xiaochuan interrupted Dabao:

"Hey, Dabao, don't teach the bad little junior brother."

Turning to Songming, he said:

"Little junior brother, since you have become a samurai, you can only say goodbye to lying down and sleeping, and you will get used to it in the future."

Song Ming took a closer look at the whole bamboo house, east and west, north and south plus the roof, there are windows on all five sides, the entrance is a large living room, there is a kitchen on the left, a bathroom on the right, and four small compartments in the back to place their personal belongings; On the second floor, in addition to the four retreat seats, there is only one oversized balcony, which is extremely spacious, and there is a bamboo blower on the balcony that can blow mountain breezes of different speeds, temperatures and rhythms into the retreat seats.

Almost everything inside the bamboo house is made of three materials: bamboo, pine, and stone.

The so-called fairy flavor is sometimes so simple, and the concentration of the surrounding force is twice that of the outside of the house, and twenty times that of the mountain.

Only then did Song Ming realize how incompatible the plane parked on the roof was with the environment of the bamboo house, which completely dispelled his idea of folding the plane into the dormitory.

Seeing that it was getting late, Song Dabao gave Zhao Xiaochuan a look, and asked Songming:

"Do you know how to play three-person beast chess?"

"No, it won't."

Zhao Xiaochuan followed:

"Will you have a dinner treat?"

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