"Wenhua." Shan Cong didn't hesitate this time, and then asked, "What about you?"
"Business." Duge glanced at him and didn't care about his little tricks in reversing the master-slave relationship between the two. He said his key words. The prerequisite for cooperation is sincerity. Only sincerity can exchange for the sincerity of the other party.
"Impossible. How can management possibly destroy my handwriting? How can it be possible to steal other people's skills?" Shan Cong frowned, "Wang Chong, the prerequisite for cooperation is honesty. It's meaningless if you play like this."
"Old Dan, you may have forgotten that there is also a master-slave relationship." Duge smiled, "Moreover, I feel that your understanding of business is biased. A higher-level business operation inherently means a change in the original order.
Destruction will impact the stability of the original society, even the stable social order can be destroyed, and it is completely normal to destroy the stable structure of your character."
"What are your skills?" Shan Cong asked.
"To be fair, you say one thing and I say another," Duger said, "If you are weak, you say it first."
"The writing is full of flowers," Shan Cong said, "Everyone will think that the articles and poems I write are excellent."
"Illegal business." Duge glanced at him and said, "My illegal business behavior will undermine the stability of social order."
"..." Shan Cong frowned and said, "Are you being honest?"
"I believe you, but you don't believe me?" Duge smiled, "Old Dan, you probably don't know that I have issued stocks in this world, issued them myself, and supervised them, and I have long destroyed the original social order.
It’s a complete mess.”
He glanced at Dan Cong and said proactively, "My second skill is forced buying and selling. Anything I like can be forcibly traded. I will grab your arms and pick out your internal organs. In fact,
It’s the effect of the second skill.”
"You didn't even make a deal, you just took off your arm!" Shan Cong said.
"Have you ever heard of zero-yuan shopping?" Duge inspected his body and said proudly, "When I buy something, I usually don't need the other party's consent."
"..." Shan Cong suddenly fell into silence, and after a long while, he said, "My second skill is to determine the world with one word. The words I write have a certain chance of triggering special effects."
The first skill is responsible for making a name for yourself and increasing attributes; the second skill is responsible for offense and defense; the two skills can be considered a fantasy linkage.
Especially the second skill is simply awesome.
Du Ge looked at Shan Cong: "Can others use the words you wrote?"
Shan Cong shook his head: "Only I can use it. The reason why you asked someone to take away those solidified bricks is because the effect of the words is still there, and it is still me who gives attributes to those bricks."
"That is to say, I can no longer use your so-called control and prohibition." Du Ge asked.
"Wang Chong, I don't need to lie to you." Shan Cong laughed, "After all, this is easy to verify, isn't it?"
"That's right." Du Ge waved his hand, took Shan Cong's right hand, and picked it up for him neatly. He stretched out his hand again, grabbed the pen, ink, paper and inkstone in front of him, and said to Shan Cong with a smile,
"Here, write a few words and take a look."
Shan Cong moved his right hand and asked tentatively: "Where is the other hand?"
"Can't you just use your right hand to write? It's really troublesome." Duge grunted and put his left hand on it again.
After his limbs were separated from the body for a day, Shan Cong became a complete person again. He moved his healthy limbs and felt an inexplicable gratitude to Duge in his heart. There was also a trace of luck. He really wanted to cooperate!
"Old Dan, I've shown my sincerity, now it's your turn." Du Ge smiled gently, pointed at the paper and pen, and a spiritual energy rolled up the ink stick, helping Shan Cong grind the ink.
"Can I wear a dress?"
Shan Cong lowered his head and looked at his naked body and asked tentatively.
After his limbs were cut off, he didn't feel anything when he was lying down, but after recovering, he always felt a little uncomfortable when he was in the same room with a big man like Doug.
"Old Dan, that's too much! How can you be so pushy?" Duge frowned and said, "The Medical Immortal Valley is full of grown men, so what's the use of wearing clothes? Even if there are women, wearing clothes is even more of a burden.
Writing with no distractions and no restraints can make your mind calm down faster."
Shan Cong knew that he was not completely trusted by Duge. He sighed, picked up the brush and dipped it in ink: "What words should I write?"
Without thinking, Duge said: "Strong, quick, water, fire, sharp, sharp... all words that can enhance the human body or enchant weapons."
His hand was placed on Shan Cong's neck, "Old Dan, I helped you reattach your limbs, which has shown my sincerity. But you haven't gained my trust yet. If I see that your strokes are wrong,
If you write words such as 'ban', 'forbidden' and 'trapped' that may hurt me, your head will be sold to me."
A doctor's benevolence will only increase other people's goodwill toward him, but will not change other people's thoughts.
Theoretically, people who are kind to themselves will not harm themselves, but Doug is a cautious person and will never put his life in the hands of others.
"I am doing it for your own good" can sometimes be harmful to others.
Caution is the boat.
Shan Cong sighed helplessly and wrote the word "firm" on the paper.
Then, he frowned, threw the paper aside, replaced it with a new piece of paper, and continued to write the word "firm". While writing, he explained: "Words with special effects will burst into gold when they are written."
The chance of success is very low because the paper you prepared is actually not enough. One word determines the outcome. Only one word on each piece of paper will be effective."
Hear the words.
Duge waved his hand and fired out a few bursts of spiritual power, cutting the paper in front of him into four parts and gesturing for him to continue.
Then, he called the disciple who was serving him outside the cave and asked him to get all the papers from the Medical Immortal Sect.
Du Ge put his hand on his neck. Shan never dared to act recklessly and wrote the word "firm" honestly. It was not until he wrote more than 300 useless words that the word "firm" burst onto the paper.
A dazzling golden light emitted, and then quickly disappeared.
Shan Cong picked up the word "firm" and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's finally done. The chance of writing a word with special effects is very low. I have written more than a thousand words for 'firm' before.
, just completed one.
The more powerful the word, the lower the probability.
It took me three days and three nights to write the word 'dragon' before I could write it successfully. If it weren't for the word 'dragon', I could have written more powerful words, and you wouldn't have killed me.
Sometimes, there are only a few words at hand.
I originally thought that the word "dragon" was a life-saving trump card, but you broke it casually. You don't know how desperate I was at that time..."
"Have you ever considered writing 'god' or 'immortal'?" Duge took the piece of paper with the word "firm" from his hand and tentatively threw it to the table in front of him. As a result, the piece of paper was fluttering.
It fell on the table and had no effect.
"It took me three days and three nights to write a 'dragon'. It doesn't necessarily take several years to write a 'fairy'!" Shan Cong smiled bitterly, "If I were ranked lower, maybe
, I will sharpen my sword for several years, write an "immortal" directly, and decide the world in one fell swoop.
But for the top ten rankings, I don't dare to take such a big risk to attack a single word. And I don't know what effect the word 'immortal' will have if it is written as 'immortal'? If a garbage fairy is created, maybe in a few months,
All your hard work has been in vain for several years. Just like the dragon you killed casually..."
Duge picked up the "Jian" character again: "Can it be used on people?"
"I did experiments with dogs." Shan Cong said, "Then I killed the dog easily. It didn't become very hard, but when I killed it, it kept barking at me until
He died without blinking an eyelid. I think when applied to living creatures, the effect should be toughness or strength..."
"Where are the clothes?" Doug asked.
"Yes." Shan Cong understood what Duge meant and patiently explained, "But clothes will become extremely hard and restrict people's movements, just like armor. After all, people can't wrap themselves up with clothes, they still have to move.
Enchanting the word 'strong' on clothes is not as good as the word 'shield', but 'shield' can only be used by myself, not you."
Duge handed over his flying sword.
Shan Cong took the word "Jian" from Du Ge's hand and patted it on the sword. On the sword, there was a small black word "Jian".
Du Ge controlled his spiritual power to make two flying swords of similar materials kill each other.
There was a crisp sound, and the flying sword engraved with the word "firm" was unscathed, while a gap appeared on the blade of the other flying sword.
One word determines everything.
It's really a matter of words. If this skill of luck and probability is used well, even the lower rankings can come back at the last moment, just like Feng Jiu's Taotie...
It’s a shame that I caught him early!
Guys who are qualified to go to the alien battlefield are indeed different from the simple students in the simulation field.
This is what a single person is like.
What about others?
Du Ge felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart and asked: "Old Dan, can Min be used by others?"
Shan Cong was silent for a moment and nodded: "Okay."
"Next, write the word "sensitive"." Duge smiled, isolated the spiritual power on his palm, reached out and patted Dan Cong on the shoulder, "Old Dan, let's work together, I guarantee you the second place, if you don't want to follow
Get rid of all the guys we cooperate with. Let the people in the pan-universe see that we can still cooperate on the alien battlefield."
Shan Cong picked up the pen again and wrote silently while thinking about a way to escape. Duge helped him connect the limbs and wanted to use his skills. It might not hurt him, but it didn't mean that he was willing to be trapped here.
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Destiny is still in your own hands...
I have to travel far away to attend a three-day author training at Qidian. There will be no more updates in the next few days, but I will code at night and maintain the rhythm of two updates a day, ＾＿＾!