However, under normal circumstances in the market economy, high quality products are not cheap. [Time Management Master] is just like a night light, and the price is already extremely high. He Xiaoman cannot afford to exchange it. Furthermore, even if she can afford it, first of all,

There must also be various cultivation skills or exercises. You can't just sit there and have your skills increase like an old monk in meditation, right?

He Xiaoman was thinking when a figure suddenly appeared in her newly renovated training room.

The hairs all over He Xiaoman's body exploded. How did this person get in?

A large kitchen knife suddenly came out and chopped straight into the man's eyes. The man who came in was about 190cm tall. When she looked down at He Xiaoman, she couldn't use her throwing skills to chop the opponent's fragile and fatal neck, so her eyes were smaller.

Good attack point.

As soon as the man stretched out his hand, he pinched the kitchen knife with two white fingers: "You want to destroy me as soon as you make a move. I didn't expect that you are not only a talkative, but also a hot pepper!"

He Xiaoman remained silent. The kitchen knife in the man's hand suddenly disappeared. A look of surprise appeared on his face. The surprise soon turned into shock, because He Xiaoman also disappeared from the room.

"Little girl, I know you are here. Come out. There is no need to be so arrogant. If I had malicious intentions, you would be dead by now."

There was silence in the room.

The man turned and walked towards the door: "What a naughty boy, you are not coming out, are you? There seem to be two old ladies downstairs who are dying, why don't I go and talk to them?"

A faint breeze passed by.

The man fished out a kitchen knife from his crotch with a playful smile, it was still the familiar style.

Not far away, He Xiaoman was strangled by a silver-gray ribbon.

Her face turned purple in an instant, as if she had been suffocated by Michelle.

The man approached He Xiaoman, his slender fingers were busy on her neck, then he crossed his arms and said, "Beautiful. Girls should wear silk scarves to add some softness."

He actually used the ribbon to tie a bow around He Xiaoman's neck.

Suddenly, the man came closer to He Xiaoman, carefully observed her eyes, and then the handsome face kept getting closer and closer...

He gently twitched his nose and sniffed around He Xiaoman's face, which was like a sign that the stinky gangster on TV was about to do something bad.

Seeing He Xiaoman's lips moving, as if he had something to say, the man waved his hand, and the ribbon wrapped around He Xiaoman's neck straight around the man's arm as if it were alive, and instantly disappeared into his cuffs.

"Little Pepper, what do you want to say?"

He Xiaoman first breathed in the fresh air greedily, and then coughed twice violently. But with such skill, He Xiaoman seemed to have been drained of all her strength. She simply slumped down along the corner of the wall, almost half leaning

Half-lying down, he said: "I...ahem, did I say you were a dog?"

"It doesn't matter whether I am a dog or not. What is important is that you are not afraid of death?" The man narrowed his eyes dangerously. At that moment, his whole body seemed to have turned into a sharp blade that could tear He Xiaoman into pieces at any time, even if he wanted to,

It can level an entire house in an instant.

"Afraid, but you don't want to kill me, right?"

The man smiled, his unusually pale complexion making his smile very light and cold: "So determined?"

"Have you ever seen a butcher chat with the pig before killing it?"

Although comparing herself to a pig is not something to be proud of, He Xiaoman was so sure that the other party did not want to kill her, and she had given up resistance in the face of absolute strength.

It’s not like He Xiaoman has never fought hard.

In fact, she had tried her best in the seemingly simple two attacks, and her best efforts might be worse than being bitten by a mosquito in the eyes of the opponent.

The man bent down and squatted in front of the imageless He Xiaoman, and suddenly smiled.

"But I am quite self-aware and know that it is already meat on the chopping board."

After saying that, he suddenly coughed loudly, which was more violent than He Xiaoman's previous cough after being strangled. As his shoulders continued to shake, his whole body began to feel exhausted. Then, like He Xiaoman, he almost leaned his entire body against the wall.

, He Xiaoman once doubted whether he would cough up lung tissue.

As if to verify He Xiaoman's guess, the man actually spat out a mouthful of blood...

He Xiaoman almost jumped up in fright. The blood was actually... green!

And there seemed to be something crawling inside.

At this moment, He Xiaoman wanted to slash him with a kitchen knife, but he suppressed this dangerous thought for a moment.

The man coughed up another mouthful of green blood before raising his eyebrows and asking her with a smile: "Why didn't you take the opportunity to chop me to death with a kitchen knife?"

He Xiaoman's eyes widened, can you fucking read minds?

"I'm afraid I can't kill you. If I make you angry, you will make things difficult for my mother and my grandmother."

The man didn't talk nonsense to He Xiaoman anymore and said directly: "Give me all your spiritual fluid today."

"Then what's in it for me?"

He Xiaoman did not pretend to be stupid, because this person had sniffed and sniffed at her face like a dog before, and she already knew what this person's purpose was.

"I don't like to talk to people."

There was no smile on the man's face anymore, and He Xiaoman was very flexible: "Open your mouth."

The man turned his hand, and a small green gourd appeared in his hand. He pulled out the stopper on it. He Xiaoman naturally understood what he meant. He didn't want to drink it directly.

He Xiaoman raised his little finger slightly, and a line of water shot out from the tip of his finger and poured straight into the small gourd.

"Too little. You are not allowed to keep a drop of this spiritual liquid for half a year. Give it all to me. Even if you go on a mission, you must save all the spiritual liquid and give it back to me. I will give you a set of weapons suitable for you.

Your sword skills save you from hacking and slashing randomly, and you can’t cut down people even if you focus on the third level.”

"It's not like the old beggar who has a lot of "Tathagata Divine Sword", "Nine Yin White Bone Sword", "Xiao Li's Flying Knife", "Eighteen Swordsmen Subduing the Dragon", "Tianwai Flying Knife", right?

?”

"Actually, the "Little Ruyi" I gave you is only a half-set of exercises, including martial arts and body skills. Since more than half of it is missing, it can only be rated as a B-level exercise."

"What level of skill is level B?"

"Grade is not important, what is important is the fit!"

"Then why do you keep emphasizing level B to me? If you hadn't said it first, I would have asked you?" He Xiaoman beeped softly.

"Try not to redeem any skills provided by the system. Use the fragments obtained from your own missions to synthesize skills."

"Why...eh? Could it be that you are too..." He Xiaoman finally realized something was wrong. This man seemed to know too much.

"You talk too much."

The man seemed very impatient and suddenly disappeared from the room.

"Damn it, you come and go without a trace. Brother, you won't peek at me taking a shower, will you?"

"I'm not interested in you."

"The person is gone but the voice remains..." He Xiaoman was really shocked, her right to privacy!
Chapter completed!