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Village West desolate, there is a leak of gray black grass shed, lonely poke there, messy poor.

At the edge of the hut sat an old, thin beggar with dirty white hair and ragged clothes. His face was covered with dishevelled hair. Most of his face was invisible.

Next to the beggar was a fat yellow dog.

According to the rules of the game, players can give things to old beggars.

Copper coins, steamed bread, meat, clothing, equipment, the total category is not limited, he will not refuse to refuse anything, and then he will cry out with a sad voice: "give me some more..."

But really, really, there was no return.

In the years when infinite drop was popular, the beggar was known as the most pitiful NPC in the game world.

A sentence of "old beggar rolling out of the game circle" and "five Ren moon cake rolling out of the moon cake circle" are both classics.

According to statistics, 90% of the nearly 100000 "infinite drop" players across the country have given things to the old beggars, with a total value of 100 novice villages. However, he still keeps begging in the broken grass shed, which is not forgetting his original intention.

Ye Mo played this single player game for the first time, and gave him 999 steamed bread without hesitation, and then he never did such a stupid thing again.

He was silent, but did not look at him.

Ye Mo decides that he can still cross into the game next time, so he brings a can of dog food to his yellow dog. He is so shameless.

According to the game strategy, to a towering branches of the old Sophora tree, the Sophora tree green and lush, deep roots and branches Qiu.

He looked up carefully. The sun was shining brightly. He saw that it was sour. Then he found a small crow nest between the branches and leaves.

Ye Mo smiles, stoops down to pick up a stone and throws it at the crow's nest.

"Whoosh ～"

the stone draws a beautiful parabola, which is shot down accurately and falls to the ground with a sound.

Ye Mo steps forward and squats down to pick up a yellow gold coin.

Weigh weigh, can sell 2500 yuan, earn a small sum, this week can eat braised pork.

Yemo is very satisfied and looks for an egg for a moment.

Egg run round, bigger than hawthorn, whole body dark green, covered with gray spots, there is a strange aesthetic feeling.

Ye Mo looks at it for a moment. He thinks it's no use. It's not enough to take something big enough to make a fried egg. So he throws it.

The old beggar who looked up at the sky did not know when to start staring at Ye Mo until he saw that he was about to throw eggs, and then he let out a hoarse and low voice: "stop it! Give it to me

"Crouch, how could you say that?"

Ye Mo looks back. In the blink of an eye, the old beggar has moved to his feet and sits down on the ground. He stretches out his thin palm and makes a begging appearance.

The Village West is a wasteland with few people and lots of graves. When it's time for the game to arrive at night, the players turn up the computer volume, and they can hear the ghost cry like complaining.

Before playing the game is not obvious, at this time, ye Mo can smell the faint smell of corpse from the wind.

It's from the old beggar.

In such a place, the person in front of him looks like a monster, and ye Mo looks as usual.

In his unknown past, he has experienced countless life and death, thrilling, a game world, it is not difficult to adapt.

Standing up straight, he looked down at the old beggar and the crow eggs in his hands. He said with some expectation: "I have eggs. Do you have money?"

The old beggar's eyes were filled with eager hunger. Listening to Ye Mo's questions, he shook his head blankly.

"Then I have a story. Do you have wine?"

The old beggar shook his head again, his eyes glazed.

"Then you can't take my things for nothing"

Ye Mo's worry is that it's hard to communicate with native NPC.

Fortunately, the old beggar understood this sentence, and his face was embarrassed and weird.

It is estimated that he is also the first time to meet a beggar asking for money.

After searching for a long time, he took out a pill, the size of longan, round and dark.

He handed the pill to Ye Mo and asked, "do you want to change it?"

Ye Mo does not reply in a hurry. He takes the pill and looks at it carefully for a while. He is alert and asks, "this is not what you just knead from your body."

Ma ye, it is estimated that the beggar has never heard such a refined joke in his whole life. He is a little upset at the moment.

Ye Mo takes advantage of his stupefied effort to read a piece of information just emerging in his mind.

"Lishen pill (grade C) is a good medicine for clearing dark wounds and removing filth and stasis."

Novice Village grocery stores also buy grade C drugs, but there is no such body regulating Pill on the shelf, which belongs to the special items in the game. The words "clear and dark injury" make ye Mo's heart beat faster.

At that time, he was brilliant and brilliant. The reason why he came to this point today was that he had a lot of hidden injuries, and all his skills were useless. Besides, his physical quality became extremely poor, only one third of the strength of an ordinary man.Is it hard for ye Mo to turn over the fish today and make the old trees grow old?

No matter how likely it is, it's a hope.

"Change." Ye Mo puts Dan pills into his jeans pocket. Pass the egg to the old beggar.

The latter took it cautiously, as if he had got the best treasure, and kept saying, "good baby..."

This poor look, ye Mo Ting can't bear it.

He bent down and patted the old beggar on the shoulder and said sympathetically, "brother, you haven't eaten tea eggs in your life. Next time, I'll bring you a few catties, which are matched with cut cakes..."

Before he finished speaking, ye Mo stopped on the way, because in a flash, the old beggar went back to the grass shed not far away to bask in the sun, as if nothing had happened just now.

Ye Mo is shocked and wants to ask. He blinks at him, points to the sky, and makes a silent gesture.

He looks like a thief who has just sold his stolen goods. He is furtive and complacent.

Ye Mo is puzzled, but has no time to ask what, because the hourglass in his hand has already bottomed out, with the last gravel leaking.

"The novice experience is over, looking forward to the player's next crossing."

Ye Mo is dizzy for a while, and the ring in his hand shines again and covers him.

When the light dissipates, ye Mo disappears.

In the rental room, the old jar of pickled cabbage noodles after eating a few mouthfuls is still hot, and the game interface is still on.

Ye Mo sits on the old swivel chair and stares at the table.

A pure gold coin, a round pill.

These two things prove that the experience just happened is real.

Ye Mo touches the ring on his hand, and a piece of information about the rules floods into his consciousness.

"Every 100 points of game experience absorbed by" infinite drop "can be converted into one minute of player's stay in the game world. Real world items can be brought in and game world items can be brought out."

"Rule: players can do whatever they want."

"I've made it!"

The reality is too good to believe.

In order to dispel the unreal feeling, ye Mo does not hesitate. He takes the Lishen pill and throws it into his mouth. The dark pill melts at the entrance and turns into a hot stream of medicinal force and rushes towards him.

At this time, he felt as if he was in a hot spring pool. There were dozens of beautiful girls around him who kept massaging with their small hands. He was so comfortable that he could not help closing his eyes and indulging in it.

It took half an hour for the medicine to dissipate. Tut, at least 80% of men could not catch up with it.

Ye Mo spits out a mouthful of purple and black turbid gas, and leans back, with a touch of satisfaction and surprise at the corners of his eyes and lips.

He knew his broken body best. His meridians were blocked, his orifices and acupoints were completely closed, and the function of Zang Fu organs was low. It's just hanging your life.

Like a piece of rotten wood, the skin is intact, the interior has been rotten, no matter how good doctors and medical skills can not return to heaven.

But now it's different. He can clearly feel that his whole body is better than half in half an hour.

Ye Mo is full of disbelief, tentative concentration, trembling, and bowing his fingers,

"collapse!"

A sharp force of Qi swam from the Dantian to his fingertips, and then popped up sharply. The instant noodle bucket on the table was punctured and hit to fly. The soup and water splashed all over the ground, and several instant noodles were stained on the wall.

"There should be a pawn."

Ye Mo makes a judgment on his own strength, and his eyes are hot.

The organization in which he was once a member, called inverse scale, was divided into six levels according to their strength.

"Soldiers, riders, generals, Marquises, kings, gods"

any member of the counter scale is a strong one. This ancient organization has been handed down from generation to generation for hundreds of years, and the total number of members has never exceeded 30.

Ye Mo was brilliant in the scale. He was as bright as the morning sun, just like the young Hushi general in ancient times.

But when he was about to climb to the top, he fell.

The hatred, bitterness, pain and regret seemed to be a thing of last life for the young man who had been reduced to eating instant noodles in a rented house.

He had been crazy, angry, desperate, sad, and finally these emotions turned into gloom.

Because his body, which was attacked and destroyed by others, has no possibility of making a comeback.

But from now on, everything is different.

He not only recovered from his injury, but also recovered part of his strength which he had been imprisoned and spent.

Invisible, ye Mo's body rises a faint momentum.

Fierce, domineering, proud It's like a king in the world.

This temperament lasted only a few seconds, and Yemo returned to the original appearance of the waste material.

"It's not suitable to be too long-lasting, otherwise it will hurt the body and kidney, and keep a low profile."

Ye Mo laughs and throws up the gold coin in his hand. It spins up and falls straight when it reaches the top of the roof.

"Zheng"

as soon as he reached out at will, he accurately put the gold coin between his slender fingers and put it into his coat pocket.It's time to go to work.

At present, he works as a bartender in a bar in the city, helping customers order wine. He occasionally gets a commission, but his income is not high. He gets about 2000 yuan a month, and his days are tight.

There is still hot water in the thermos. Ye Mo washes and goes out with his overalls.

He now lives on the third floor, and with his current strength, he can jump down from the window.

But to avoid scaring the children and granny, ye Mo did not show a wave of airborne.

Honestly take the stairs, wait for the bus, and by the way, I want a roadside pancake fruit to fill my stomach.

just passed through the street, and the smell of the pancakes, the smell of tobacco and the fragrance of perfume mixed up in the air.

This quiet and comfortable urban life, like poppy, makes people involuntarily immersed in it, virtually assimilated, a little bit to wear off people's ferocity and wildness.

Wine and beauty live a stable life like a knife. Without blood, they only kill heroes into bears.

Ye Mo wakes up and swallows the cold air. The winter in the north is very cold, and his throat aches slightly. His stable heart is throbbing again, and he begins to recover his calm and resolute attitude for three years and Cruelty.

A man who wants to achieve great things can be greedy for money and lust, narrow-minded and cruel.

But we must always maintain the desire to conquer and occupy.

With this in mind, ye Mo has the courage to shout to the pancake and fruit peddler:

"Hey, brother, if you add two more eggs, I'll have a good taste and have a good taste."

"Don't talk about the calf. Why don't you let me add a chicken to you? I don't make any money, do you know?"

the fat boss ignored him, picked up the pancakes, bagged them and handed them over.

"Well, thank you. See you later."

At this time, the car just arrived, ye Mo walked light and light, and boarded the car.

As the bus sped along, the signs and green belts in his sight were pulled to pieces. After getting off the bus, ye Mo walked two or three hundred meters to a bar named "Yemi". He pushed the door into the bar, which was slightly silent www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!