This upheaval is a whole night.

The sourness of this night is only known to Zhou An.

Flipping the pot is a very boring process, and the action is repeated all the time.

The only positive feedback to him is his growing proficiency.

But after a long time, it will still feel boring.

Zhou An finally knew what it was like to be lonely in the novel.

That's how he feels now.

It's boring.

It's boring and a little comfortable.

Pain and joy.

Coupled with the soreness of his arm, the numbness behind the airflow through his arm, and over and over again, he actually survived this night.

The hard work was not in vain, Zhou An looked at the words in front of him, and felt refreshed.

[Pot Lv.2 (Strength +1): 1358/20000]

At the peak after reaching the second level, he obtained the attribute of +1 strength, and this +1 strength, similar to sword skills, is also only for the use of the pot.

Zhou An grabbed the handle of the iron pot and shook it vigorously.

The fierce air flow covered the iron pot, and under this shaking, there was a sound of gold and iron resonating.

The air inside the iron pot began to writhe, pounding and crackling.

Zhou An tried to put the dishes he used yesterday in and waved his left hand.

The dishes in the pot turned into powder, and they didn't hold on for even a second.

Zhou An: "......"

What kind of perverted game did I design?

As the saying goes, people can't look good, and the sea can't fight.

Don't look at the name of the pot is vulgar, but when he really uses it, he feels that if he catches someone and throws it in, he can melt the flesh and bones.

"It's not in vain my hard work all night."

Zhou An put down the iron pot, stretched his waist, and looked at the sunlight shining in outside.

"Dot!"

The extra dishes I bought yesterday have been turned upside down, and after Zhou An went out, he casually found a roadside stall, had some breakfast, dealt with it, and rushed towards the yamen again.

The yamen is on duty, and today he should be patrolling the streets.

After Zhou An ordered the Yamen, he stepped on the long knife and went to the streets of Anding County.

When patrolling the streets, each catch has a fixed area.

Zhou An was assigned an ordinary street this time, and there were only a dozen alleys in this street, which was not very big.

Walking down the street with a long knife at his waist.

Zhou An didn't say a word.

All he thinks about now is turning the pot and chopping vegetables.

Street patrol is very boring, and some catch fast street patrol will catch a hand by the way.

The so-called fishing hand is to order something casually from the small vendors on the street, maybe three melons and two dates, or other small objects.

The small traders are not surprised by this.

That's it for years.

Walking back and forth, Zhou An patrolled until lunchtime, and because he sat down at the bean curd rice stall on the side of the street by the way, he ordered a bowl of spicy tofu brain.

Some people like to eat salty things, and some people like to eat sweet.

But Anding County's characteristic bean curd rice must be spicy.

A bowl of white bean curd, accompanied by a unique chili, is followed by a bowl of white rice.

Comfortable.

Zhou An ate this meal heartily, and after settling the bill, he continued to patrol the street slowly.

This weather is crisp and crisp, and walking around after meals is also good for digestion.

Thinking that nothing would happen today, Zhou An was still thinking about continuing his liver knife skills at night, when a sound suddenly interrupted Zhou An's thinking.

At this time, Zhou An was walking around in a remote alley.

There was a clear sound ahead, and he looked where the sound had come from, and saw a little girl in tattered clothes at the end of the street, falling to the ground.

The little girl was in tatters, and after she fell, there were tears in her eyes, but they did not flow, and they swirled in her eyes.

My knee broke because of the fall.

Zhou An was about to go over to ask, but the little girl got up from the ground with a strong face.

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt when you blow your breath."

The little girl exhaled softly, her hands covered in blood from the fall.

After blowing for a while, the little girl wiped her tears with the back of her hand and walked out of the alley.

A small bag hung from her waist, and inside the bag was the clanging sound of copper coins.

"It's not safe for such a small girl to be out there with money." Zhou An thought and followed behind.

After the little girl came out of the alley, she trotted all the way to the street outside.

On the streets, there are noisy vendors and people one after another.

The little girl, dressed in tatters, stood there in stark contrast.

She clutched the pouch around her waist tightly. trotted to a pork shop.

The stall of the butcher's shop was as tall as the little girl, and the little girl lifted her feet and pulled the edge of the butcher's shop with her little hands, pointing to a piece of meat.

"Uncle and uncle, cut me a small piece, just that piece."

The little girl let go of her hand, lowered her head and took out three cents in the small bag, and laboriously placed them on the meat stall.

There was still a hustle and bustle around, and the butcher shop owner seemed to not see it, and cut the meat by himself.

The little girl looked left and right, her face was dazed, and she raised the three coins on the table: "Uncle, I buy meat, my father has been getting better recently, I'll cook him a little broth." ”

The pork boss still didn't answer.

When Zhou An saw this scene, his brows furrowed slightly.

Something is wrong.

Even if it's only three cents, the pork boss won't think he hasn't seen it, right?

Thinking of this, he was about to step forward.

At this moment, a pedestrian walked in front of the pork stall and happened to pass the little girl.

Through, thoroughly.

The little girl was like a puff of smoke, easily passed through.

Zhou An was stunned and stopped, the scene in front of him was quite weird.

The little girl seemed to have noticed it, staring blankly at the crowd passing through, and then looking down at the copper coin in her hand.

A stain of blood appeared on the copper coin, gradually impregnated, and dyed the entire copper coin red.

The little girl squatted down, clasped her knees with her hands, clutching the copper coin, tears rolling in her eyes.

"Yaya is dead...... Yaya is dead......"

She kept repeating, her body getting lighter and lighter, and her eyes gradually glazed until she was gone.

Only Zhou An could see this scene, and the people around him were unconscious and continued to do their own thing.

The air flow in the body flowed for a while.

Zhou An recovered, feeling the air flow in his body, he suddenly felt that since he had this air flow, he seemed to be very different from ordinary people.

The scene just now was the reason for the airflow in his body that made him see the little girl.

"Maybe I saw my aunt that day because of this." Zhou An thought.

He still hasn't understood this air current.

As long as he uses a knife or a pot, it will flow naturally.

"Maybe I'll find something later." Zhou An suppressed his thoughts for the time being.

Just as he was thinking about these things, a man's cry came from the alley he had just walked through.