Meng Aman still couldn't hold back.

Glancing at them viciously.

Something that doesn't fight!

Get the in trouble.

A villain with a lot of background.

"I see." He waved his hand in disgust, "Stand down." ”

Several scavengers snorted, turning back three times at a time, full of expressions that did not want to leave.

"Anything else?" Meng Aman raised his eyebrows.

The scavenger nodded, cautiously: "You promised, find out the situation of the cabin, there are five catties of potato pieces." ”

Meng Aman gritted his teeth.

The fist is hard.

Do you still have the face to tell me about this thing, and the face to be rewarded?

I don't know how much trouble it will cause.

A few scavengers saw the resentment on his face, shrunk their heads, and muttered, "Then don't want it, Lord Aman, we'll ......."

Hiss –

He was even angrier.

What a tone! was so aggrieved, as if he didn't want to take out these few pounds of potato pieces.

"Give! How not to give! Meng Aman gritted his teeth, "Lead them down, five catties per person." ”

"Let them pick and choose!"

Several scavengers were happy, thinking that they were a group of five catties, but they didn't expect everyone to have a share, so they thanked them again and again.

"Thank you, Lord Aman."

Early the next morning.

Meng Aman was alone on the road.

By the time he arrived, the sun had just risen, and two black swirls had stirred the sky and distorted it.

The door to the cabin was closed, and it was empty.

He dismounted, looked around, and walked uncertainly to a corner.

Throw a stone.

Woohoo –

Arrows cut out of the short wood flew out.

"Who!" The voice of the scavenger rang out.

Meng Aman's eyes wandered, trying to judge where the others were from the voice: "It's me, Meng Aman." ”

Behind his right, a camouflage was lifted, revealing the entrance to the crypt.

Several scavengers came out one after another: "Lord Aman, you are here!" ”

Meng Aman turned around with a calm expression: "The trap is good. ”

"We people, don't we rely on these things to save our lives." One responded with a shy smile.

"What about the monk?" Meng Aman looked into the room.

Several of the scavengers looked at each other, and after a long moment, several of them gritted their teeth and pushed the man who had lied last night out.

"Tyrannosaurus-sama is asleep." The scavenger lowered his head and spoke softly.

Meng Aman listened to him with great effort and frowned: "Go and knock on the door, I'm here to see him." ”

The scavenger hesitated: "Lord Tyrannosaurus said that he didn't come to wait for you all night last night. ”

"He has other things to do."

"Now it's your turn to wait for him."

Meng Aman's brows locked: "When will he have time." ”

The scavenger buried his head lower: "At night, he said it was night." ”

At night?

Meng Aman had some toothache.

"He also said that he only had two quarters of an hour to talk to you." The scavenger emboldened himself and continued.

Two quarters of an hour?

Meng Aman's expression was distorted: "When did it start?" ”

The scavenger wanted to go down into the dust: "He said with fate." ”

Chance?

Meng Aman clenched his fists.

Villain!

This is the villain!

What's the matter in a small cabin? It's nothing more than cultivation.

I can't make time to understand, after all, those Heavenly Chosen ones in the Huangliang Realm have to race against time.

Can...... The time is not fixed, and this is to find fault.

"You're watching here." Meng Aman grabbed the reins and said in a stiff tone, "I'll come back in the afternoon." ”

Several scavengers stopped talking.

Meng Aman got on the horse and glared at them angrily: "A few of you, when you go back, you will go and get five catties of potato wedges." ”

"Can you wrap yesterday's and today's meals?" A scavenger swallows.

Meng Aman glared at them again, didn't speak, raised his horsewhip, whipped lightly, and galloped away.

A few of them are tangled.

Is this rice included......

Chen Jing didn't deliberately find fault and make things difficult, he really couldn't determine his time.

If you work in the morning, if it goes well, you can let out a fart in two or three hours, but if you are really constipated, you can't force it.

How much time is delayed, how long the evening training will be postponed.

By the time Chen Jing returned home exhausted, it was already past seven o'clock in the evening and nearly eight o'clock in the evening.

Wear glasses.

Push the wooden door open.

A dazzling bonfire burst into view.

This made him slightly stunned.

Let's just say that something was missing yesterday.

The movement of the room drew a man sitting around the campfire to turn around.

Chen Jing was startled and almost retreated.

It's a very ugly man.

The face is full of scars, densely covered with many suture marks, and one eyeball protrudes and hangs half-hanging on the eyelid.

The nose is only half sided.

The layout of the three courtyards and five eyes is very correct, but under the wear and tear of years of pressing on the ground and rubbing hard, it is now a mess.

"You're a Tyrannosaurus?" Meng Aman got up and looked at him.

Handsome, clean and tidy, there is not a single wound or callus in the visible place.

Pampered and raised.

There is no doubt that the Chosen One of the Yellow Sorghum Realm is there.

"Are you the son of the city lord?" Chen nodded, and he also looked at Meng Aman.

Covered in wounds, it was almost impossible to find a single fingernail-sized skin with no scars intact.

This is the man who survived in the wasteland?

He's the son of the city lord, all like this?

"Why do you want to see my father?" Meng Aman opened his mouth to ask, and there was a breath of pressure between his words, politely blunt.

Chen Jing whispered: "In the future, we will be neighbors, so let's chat and get acquainted." ”

"By the way, I would like to ask if I can buy some nearby topographical information, world history information, and the myths and legends of the Heavenly Venerables."

Meng Aman's eyes were incredible: "You ask us for these?" ”

There is a sense of absurdity as a fisherman going to the fishing market to buy fish.

"My division has suffered huge losses." Chen Jing took out the reason he made up last night, "I haven't returned to my vitality, I have been resting in seclusion, I am the first person to be selected by the Huangliang Realm, and I am also the first person to leave the division and go out to practice." ”

Is it a big loss?

Meng Aman's heart sank, he looked at Chen Jing, and unexpectedly felt a lot more pleasing to the eye: "I see, what can Brother Tyrannosaurus trade?" ”

"Some healing pills." Chen Jing walked back to the house, and after a while, he took out a small porcelain vase.

Meng Aman exclaimed: "From the Huangliang realm? ”

Chen nodded his head.

"Good brother!" Meng Aman took a few steps forward, and only woke up when he heard a cough, he felt out of shape, and smiled, "What do you need, I'll see if we can take it out." ”

The things that save life are the most precious things in the wasteland.

Pills can also be refined by ordinary people.

But...... Unless it's a matter of life and death, almost no one uses it.

There's nothing in the world that hasn't been polluted.

The more spiritually powerful the herb, the more polluted it becomes.

Naturally, the elixir made of refining will inevitably carry pollution.

The closer you are to being completely contaminated.

If you use it, you will be half dead.

This is the case with most pills in the world, with the exception of the Yellow Sorghum Realm, which produces unpolluted pills.

Perhaps in the Huangliang Realm space, these are bargains that can be exchanged for ten chips.

But in the outside world, it is hard to find money.

"Make a list of what you can trade." Chen Jing took the bottle back, "I'll see what I need then." ”

Meng Aman couldn't take his eyes off the bottle, and nodded heavily: "I'll prepare when I go back, and I'll hand it over to you tomorrow." ”

As he spoke, he paused: "Make an appointment tomorrow?" ”

"It's still night, and the exact time can't be fixed." Chen Jing replied.

"Can't get out?" At this time, Meng Aman was not embarrassed at all, and even worried about him.

Chen nodded: "Some cultivation matters." ”

Meng Aman responded briskly: "No problem, then I'll wait for you at night." ”

He sighed in his heart.

Not a villain, a good guest!

It's all to blame on the person who spread the word, and he misunderstood.

Chen Jing also breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Different from the stereotype he had last night, this young city lord did not grow into a "slave owner", and he was still quite approachable.

"Then I'll continue to cultivate, see you tomorrow." Chen Jing raised his hand to bow to him, turned around neatly, and was about to walk back.

Meng Aman shouted to him: "Wait. ”

"Huh?" Chen Jing was puzzled, "What else is going on?" ”

Meng Aman arched his hand at him: "I haven't asked for the name of Brother Tyrannosaurus yet, what is the ranking on the hidden dragon list?" ”

"I haven't made the list yet, and I've just cultivated on the second floor of the interior scene." Chen Jing shook his head.

Meng Aman was pleasantly surprised: "The second floor of the interior scene, I am also the second floor of the interior scene!" ”

"I wonder if Brother Tyrannosaurus can give me a lesson?"

"I was full of confidence back then, but I was not selected by the Huangliang Realm, and I have always had a grudge."

"If we meet today, let me see it, and the real genius, how much is the difference."

He threw out a boxing fight.

Look serious.

The concave and bulging eyes were full of hot fire.

In the body of a man in his thirties, there is still the power of blood like a teenager.