Chapter 9

Host: ye Wuyou

Constitution: body of bad luck (not opened)

Skill: None

Realm: ordinary people (scum with less than five combat power)

Rage: 140

……

After opening the page, I found that the anger value has reached 140. You can have a lucky turntable.

After thinking for a while, ye Wuyou decided to gamble.

"Remember, when I finished the task last time, I sent a prop and now open it." Ye Wuyou pondered and said to the system.

Props open

"Congratulations to the host, get a lucky bird." a moment later, the system's reminder sound starts.

"What is this?" Ye Wuyou asked curiously.

"Lucky bird is a prop that can increase Qi luck," the system explained. "When the host uses lucky birds, the luck of the host can be greatly improved within 12 hours."

Leaf worry free face a joy, this time finally out of a useful thing.

"Use it now." now what ye Wuyou needs most is luck. If you have more opportunities, you won't miss it.

Authorized, the system starts props for ye Wuyou.

Immediately, a bright yellow bird appeared, flew around Ye Wuyou, and finally landed on Ye Wuyou's shoulder.

At a glance, the bird looks like the oriole, but it is a circle smaller than the oriole. It looks very cute.

"This bird can really improve my luck." the system has been unreliable, and ye Wu is still worried.

"The system is guaranteed by personality. Lucky birds can indeed increase the host's luck, but the time limit is only 12 hours," the system said solemnly.

If you skim your mouth, how can you feel the personality of the system is even more unreliable.

Even if the system pits him, ye Wuyou has no way but to recognize it.

"I want to have a lucky turntable," Ye Wuyou said.

There is a big turntable in front of you. Ye Wuyou chooses to start. Fortunately, the big turntable rotates quickly.

"Heaven and earth are working properly. The great old gentleman will show his spirit quickly. Please all the immortals to help me." Ye Wuyou prayed devoutly with appropriate hands.

At this time, the lucky bird suddenly flew up, turned around Ye Wuyou, and made two clear calls.

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining the divine level Kung Fu, jiumie immortal skill." the pointer of the lucky turntable finally landed in the area with the words jiumie immortal skill, and the system quickly reminded him.

"How did God level martial arts become God level martial arts this time? Are God level things so worthless?" Ye Wuyou was also stunned and said with some depression. "Now I need antidote pills or props to escape from this ghost place."

"God level skill can't be practiced by martial artists!"

"Ding Dong! Congratulations to the host on learning to answer, but there is no reward." the system said.

"This joke is not funny at all." Ye Wuyou said angrily with a black face. "Didn't you say that lucky birds can increase my fortune? Why didn't I get what I needed."

"You liar, big liar."

"Divine level skill can't be found. If it weren't for the increase of lucky birds, you wouldn't want to get divine level skill with the luck of the host." the system said with contempt. "It's too hypocritical to get it now. I'm not grateful and say I don't want it."

"If you don't want to, just give up."

It's not your own hypocrisy. It's really a special situation now.

If you lose your life, what's the use of God level Kung Fu? Should you be buried with me.

Ye Wuyou knows that it doesn't make sense to reason with the system. The more you say, the more angry you can only be.

"Why, I'm afraid." seeing that ye Wuyou didn't respond for a long time with the pill, Zhao Yanqing smiled and said. "Leave the pill and be your drug slave. Don't have those delusions."

Ye Wuyou is very clear about his situation. If he can't become a martial artist, he will die here sooner or later.

Since it's all dead, you might as well spell it.

Looking at the pill in his hand, ye Wuyou bit his teeth, opened his mouth and swallowed the pill in his hand.

"Oh, I have some personality." I thought Ye Wuyou had given up. Unexpectedly, ye Wuyou swallowed the pill again. Zhao Yanqing looked curious and stared at Ye Wuyou.

After swallowing the pill, an unbearable sense of pain hit. Ye Wuyou only felt that the bones of his whole body seemed to be crushed, and the internal organs rolled for a while, as if they were slowly being crushed.

Ah!

Even if ye Wuyou's endurance is amazing, he also makes a scream of tearing his heart and lungs.

"How? Is it very painful?" Zhao Yanqing asked with a smile after seeing ye Wuyou's miserable appearance in his eyes.

"I... I have taken... The medicine, please... Believe... Keep my promise." the painful Ye Wuyou couldn't even lift his head, still clenched his teeth and said intermittently.

"Good boy, I still want to be a martial artist now, but I'm a bit stubborn and strong." now, ye Wuyou is still in the mood to be a martial artist, which is becoming more and more interesting. "I'm a demon warrior. I kill people like hemp. I'm used to seeing life and death, but I appreciate your boy's stubbornness and strength."

"Your boy is interesting. He is still persistent now. It seems that you are determined to become a martial artist."

"I can make an exception and eat this for you. If you're not dead tomorrow morning, I'll help you get through the meridians."

Zhao Yanqing picked up another porcelain vase, poured out a pill from it and threw it directly in front of Ye Wuyou.

Having suffered so much, Zhao Yanqing not only didn't have the slightest softhearted, but also continued to take poison himself.

I really deserve to be a demon warrior. I'm really cruel.

Ye Wuyou knows that he has no way out. Now he can only go one way to the black.

I just hope that Zhao Yanqing can keep his promise, otherwise the crime will be in vain.

Looking at the pill close at hand, for ye Wuyou at this time, it is no different from being far away.

Struggling with the pain, ye Wuyou slowly stretched out his trembling hand and slowly grabbed the pill. Every time he moved forward, ye Wuyou's body would bear the unbearable pain of ordinary people.

With continuous efforts, ye Wuyou finally took the pill and successfully put it into his mouth. Immediately, a stronger sense of pain hit, and the pores of his body began to bleed slowly. In the blink of an eye, ye Wuyou became a blood man.

"Ah ah"

Ye Wuyou's body also reached its limit, feeling that the whole body seemed to be crushed a little. He opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of black blood. He only felt a black in front of his eyes and fainted.

"Perseverance is good. It's a good material for drug testing. I just don't know if I can survive this level." Zhao Yanqing nodded his head with satisfaction, ignored Ye Wuyou who fainted, and walked out of the room directly.

After Zhao Yanqing left, the lucky bird blinked his eyes, looked curiously at Ye Wuyou who fell to the ground, and began to fly around Ye Wuyou again and again, as if he didn't know he was tired, and made a pleasant cry in his mouth.