What kind of rubbish is this? The author writes fantasy and writes Golden Finger as Bajie. Kong Mufeng secretly cursed the author who created this world to be a street fighter for the rest of his life.

“Ding dong, Bajie’s warm reminder, please check your system functions.”

"System? 999 for one sword, and the equipment will be recovered in one second??" Kong Mufeng said with disdain.

This system is actually no different from an online game. It just does mission upgrades, which are nothing more than these boring operations.

"Are you kidding? Then you tricked me into fantasy just for a knife of 999? Are you a Zha Zhahui?" Kong Mufeng looked disgusted. I am a man of integrity after all, okay?

"Even if I, Kong Mufeng, starve to death, I won't touch the system even if I climb up here and jump down again." Kong Mufeng said with righteousness, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Ding dong, there are a large number of gift packages and benefits in the system, as well as various high-quality functions. You can level up, dominate the world, and gain supreme honor, wealth, women... This is a home trip..."

"Okay, okay, it's no use tempting me."

Kong Mufeng interrupted: "It doesn't matter whether you become a god or not. The main thing is that I like the system of one sword and nine ninety-nine."

Then, Kong Mufeng opened the system's novice tutorial with disdain, and seriously began to become familiar with his system.

Emma, ​​it smells so good!!!

Kong Mufeng gets slapped in the face every day.

Indeed, in the world of Huanyu, a character like Kong Mufeng who deserves a beating would really not be able to survive more than three chapters without a golden finger.

"Ding dong, the so-called apprentice trading system has the ultimate goal of being the richest man..."

"Wait a minute?"

Kong Mufeng suddenly realized something was wrong.

"Accepting a disciple? Aren't you a golden finger? It's okay if you don't arrange an old man for me, you still want me to be an old man."

Now I understand, when I traveled back in time, I was working as a coolie. When I traveled back in time, I was still a class teacher? Then why did I go through it? Isn’t the five insurances and one housing fund provided by the class teacher in Hua Xia a good thing?

"Wait a minute, I don't even have a cultivation system in my body, what do you want me to teach you?"

Kong Mufeng had seen his own body before. There was no cultivation system, and he couldn't even fart.

"Should I teach them quadratic functions? The three laws of mechanics? Or should I just teach them?"

Kong Mufeng asked weakly: "Well, Bajie, can I stop doing it?"

"Ding dong, yes, start destroying the host immediately and looking for new mice..."

Kong Mufeng only felt a sharp pain in his forehead.

"No, no, no, I'll do it..."
Chapter completed!