A total of five pieces of equipment were made, and Qingyi was quite satisfied. The reason why [Starry Night Gate] can be made into equipment is probably because it is originally a fusion of three magics, but it also absorbed many skills of [Soul Force Field]

, but it can be regarded as a complete force field and cannot be made into equipment.

"Thank you for your hard work." Qingyi smiled.

"It's okay. Let's do the math. The five pieces are all dark gold equipment. The cheapest one is 50,000 for you. Three of them are suits. Then it's 230,000 gold coins for you. If you discount it in half, it's 115,000.

Thousand gold coins, erase the fraction, 110,000." Although Lang Taosha was exhausted, he said these words with great energy. If necessary, he could say it ten times in a row without losing breath.

Qingyi paid happily and asked casually: "If I want you to repair equipment, how should I repair it?" In fact, he knew. According to the information sent back by Oskel, there are three ways to repair equipment in Langtaosha.

: One is to mail the equipment there, and the buyer has to pay for the postage; the other is to find him in person; the last one is to ask him to come over, but the time cannot be guaranteed, and the buyer has to pay half of the travel expenses.

Lang Taosha weighed the money bag with great enthusiasm, and smiled when he heard this: "You have mastered the [Soul Force Field], and you can repair the equipment by yourself."

"real?"

"Otherwise, how do you think a third-level magician can repair himself? Isn't it because he has mastered the field? The soul force field is essentially the same as the field. You can't regard these equipment as simple equipment. They are also magic and can be controlled by the force field.

Controlled. Of course, you can’t ask Yun Xiaoyushi to help you repair it, because she doesn’t understand soul magic and doesn’t have a [soul force field].”

"So the caster himself is the best repairer, right? Then let me ask one more question, now that you have come to 'Gospel', what about the buyers of 'China'?"

"Then my mentor is still here! Although it is not easy to meet my mentor. I heard that a single player has to complete 7 or 80 rings."

Qingyi complained: Your instructor’s airs are too big!

Lang Taosha stood up: "Okay, next time it won't be 50% off."

"No problem, I'll come back to you when I have the chance." Qingyi smiled and said, "By the way, do you need to hold an auction in Snow White City?"

"Huh? I'm very interested!"

"Then let's talk in detail when you come back."

Watching Lang Taosha leave, Qingyi's stretched eyebrows frowned slightly, like two knives about to intersect.

Dad said that any successful person has outstanding temperament. When he first met Lang Taosha, he did not have any temperament that he admired. He was no different from mediocre players who could be seen everywhere. As far as he could see, Lang Taosha didn't count at all.

Even if there is no strong person, such a person is worthy of "Music"? But if Lang Taosha hides his true side, then he hides it too well, and he needs to be more careful about it.

Anyway, let's take another look. After all, I was wrong about Bangshuiyishan before - that boy with no hair on his head has a firm will not to compromise with any power.

Qingyi walked towards the palace, entered the meeting hall, and saw Sam Montgomery who looked uneasy. This uneasiness was 30% false, but 70% true.

"Sam, are you planning to donate some more equipment to me?"

"Yes...yes, Your Majesty!" Sam immediately knelt on the ground.

Qingyi sat down noncommittally, and his tone was not heavy, as if he was chatting with his subordinates about family affairs: "You are very smart, you know your position, and you also know that your only supporter is me. You did not surrender to me for the sake of Prosperity and wealth are for eternal life, so I don’t mind if you retain your desire for power. I can even give you status, prestige, and the things I can give you.”

Now Sam's uneasiness was 90 percent real. He didn't dare to look up at all because he didn't know what he would see when he looked up.

"But there are some things that I am not able to give you, and that is 'real power'. Pythagoras's successful rise this time is indispensable for your contribution."

Sam whimpered, almost crying.

"I went through life and death on the front line. When I came back, I found that there was a second king in the country. Do you know how bad I felt at that time? And this new king was born because of your negligence. I believe you also understand that we undead Biology is very practical, if you do something right you will be rewarded, if you do something wrong you must be punished.”

Sam looked up, his face was both humble and ridiculous: "I know, I really know, so please, Your Majesty, punish me!"

"You think the heaviest punishment is to have your soul wiped out by me? No, it's not." Qingyi smiled and said, "Have you ever tried the feeling of your soul being burned by the flames? Have you ever thought about how to use external force to cut your soul?" Will it turn into pieces? The Joint Scientific Research Center conducts these experiments every day, and in order to know exactly how the mice feel, they deliberately maintain their soul imprints."

Sam groaned, as if he had been dropped into a glass vessel.

Qingyi laughed: "Relax a little. I will punish you as you wish." A rumbling sound came from the void, and the [Starry Night Gate] opened in front of Sam, showing a beautiful Universe! However, Sam was not moved at all after seeing the beautiful scenery, only trembling uncontrollably! He was in despair! His mind went blank! If this door wanted to eat him alive, he would not have the ability or courage to resist!

A strong suction force came from the door, which was already hungry! He screamed in horror, and he didn't know what to do except scream! Qingyi's voice was like a chisel, directly digging into his mind and his skull. There was an echo in the middle: "You have seen it! You have felt it! Next time, this is your destination! Stupid scum, you will never be willing to step in, I dare to guarantee it in my name!"

Sam whined and screamed, then the door closed and disappeared, as if everything just now was just a little nightmare. Qingyi was still sitting on the shadow throne, half-smiling: "This is your punishment. Okay. Yes, keep the equipment you bought. If you see anything related to 'time' in the auction, buy it back for me immediately."

Feeling like he was being pardoned, Sam immediately piled his equipment on the table and ran away.

Qingyi looked through the equipment. These equipments are all exclusive to the King of the Undead. The buyer consciously sent them to the auction in Baixue City, hoping that the Bone Tyrant would buy them. Therefore, Baixue City can be said to be the only King of the Undead in the "gospel". Equipment distribution center. But the properties of the equipment Sam sent were not as good as the latest five pieces, so he had to find time to change hands. The problem was that he was the only king of the undead in the entire continent. Who could he transfer it to? Could it be transferred to Pythagoras? Si? It can only be transferred to other servers.

Xue Duo asked at this time: "Host, you almost ate your subordinate just now!"

"Yeah, I can't control it a bit." Qingyi put down one piece of equipment and picked up another.

During the defense battle of Fuli Villa, Qingyi was hit by Forest Priest Larson's [Activation] with the accompanying laws of "infiltration" and "growth". His negative status has not been completely eliminated yet. If he fights with others, he will Not even one-fifth of the combat power can be exerted. "Penetration" allows magic to ignore barriers and even attack targets in parallel spaces, making the enemy defenseless; while "Growth" allows magic to be absorbed automatically. Elements will even slowly increase in power if they continue to operate. The combination of these two laws is really a headache.

Just now, Qingyi, who was suffering from anger in his body, almost wanted to eat Sam, because he felt that Sam's soul could relieve his pain. He couldn't help but think of Pythagoras, that guy kept eating. , is it because he is also in pain?

"By the way, do other worlds also have the term 'law'?"

"No." Xue Duo replied: "Superpowers are everything. Maybe superpowers are all false 'laws'."

"You didn't master the rules, so how did you advance to become a pioneer?" Qingyi was a little curious.

"The promotion of alien creatures can only be attributed to luck. Suddenly they understand something, and then they advance."

Qingyi went to the bottom of the matter: "What do you know?"

"I don't know either. I know so much more than other shadow demons that I can't even figure out what are the necessary qualifications for promotion." Xue Duo stretched out a shadow hand and shook it impatiently. shake.

Qingyi let out a long sigh, thought for a while, and went to find Anigir. He vaguely remembered that Anigir mentioned a book with a bronze cover. It was a relic of Perls and must not be touched by children. Even if that child is his adopted son.

The closer he got to Anigir's room, the heavier Qingyi's mood became. Every day that passed, Anigir became a year or two older. When he saw his increasingly mature face, Qingyi wanted to turn around and leave. He didn't know what to do. How to face your children and tell them the cruel fact that "you will die eventually...and end your life early".

When he opened the door, Qingyi had already put on a smile: "Annigir, do you want to eat cake?" He used So'er's taste to guess his adopted son's taste. After all, he had just come back and could not figure out his adopted son's taste.

"No, you can keep it for your sister." Anigir sat on the bed and said. He changed to a kneeling position and looked at Qingyi with sparkling eyes: "Dad, I want to be a manager! Please teach me Teach me!"

"Manager? You?" Qingyi couldn't help laughing. He sat on the bed and stretched out his hands to rub the soft hair that was more beautiful than any treasure: "You are still young, how can you learn management!"

"But I'm not young anymore. I will continue to grow up, and maybe I will be older than you, dad, in seven or eight days!"

Qingyi couldn't laugh anymore.

"Dad, I really want to learn from you 'how to become a qualified king'." Anigir opened his father's hand, held his hand in his hand, and said sincerely: "Please teach me. "

From the child, Qingyi vaguely saw his own shadow. He smiled self-deprecatingly: "I'm not even a qualified king, so how can I teach you. However, if this is your wish... "

If this is your last wish...

Qingyi shook his head, and his tone was serious when he spoke again: "To become a qualified king, you must learn to assign and take responsibility. You have to assign work to your subordinates, but the pain and sorrow must be borne by yourself. In this way, you

Your subordinates and people will be happy, and you who look at the happy people will not be so painful. I will teach you a lot more next, but those are not the truth. You are welcome to refute me at any time."

"Yes, Dad!"
Chapter completed!