God level mage system

Lin Muwan let out a long sigh of relief, feeling a little depressed, and at the same time showing stubbornness of not admitting defeat.

As long as she continues to work hard, there must be something she can do. Now she is no longer the little girl who is at a loss when she suffers from prejudice.

"It's your turn to wash." Ye Tian came out wrapped in a clean white towel, with fiery eyes, staring at Lin Muwan's slim figure without blinking his eyelids.

Lin Muwan collected her mood and jumped out of bed: "Boss, you sleep on the bed tonight, and I sleep on the sofa."

Why did you suddenly change your tone?
Seeing Lin Muwan's rigid expression, Ye Tian fell into deep thought, and soon realized his negligence, and slapped his forehead: Miscalculation!You should strike while the iron is hot, pull it inside and wash it together, and let her calm down after leaving it for a while!

Forget it, there will be opportunities in the future...

He comforted himself like this, picked up the pen and paper provided in the room, wrote a line of handwriting and put it on the bedside.

Looking at the time, it was almost early morning, and it was already the time for the black market to open for business.

Before Luo Lin left, he left behind a communication ID, which was the password of a black market store in Dolan.

According to Luo Lin, the owner of the shop is an old friend who has worked closely with him. It mainly sells various types of individual weapons and genetic medicines. Most of them are rare products that are hard to find on the market. This bloody trip.

Not long after, Lin Muwan, who was wrapped in a white towel, poked her head out of the bathroom.

"Ye Tian?"

Looking at the empty room, she looked slightly surprised.

Lin Muwan walked slowly to the bed and picked up a paper note: "Have a good rest, I will be back tomorrow morning, anyone who knocks on the door will send me a message as soon as possible."

"The handwriting is really ugly. It's not as good as the little girl Luoye's writing."

Looking at the crooked tribal characters, Lin Muwan laughed softly, then carefully folded the ball of paper and held it in her hand.

Warmth rose out of nowhere in her heart, and her fingers curled the wet hair.

Her short black hair reached her shoulders, and transparent water droplets fell from the tip of her hair, following the outline of her fair collarbone, sinking into a touch of depth.

Lin Muwan frowned slightly.

And a hint of...disappointment?
With a muffled bang, a plastic package with a rough outer shell fell from the merchandise shelf to the floor, splashing a large amount of dust.

"Hehe, my old bone hands and feet don't work anymore, I'm laughing at you."

It was an old man in a robe who was speaking, trying to step down from a raised pedestal.

Ye Tian saw that it was inconvenient for him to move, so he took the initiative to take a step forward and help him pick up the plastic package.

Unexpectedly, the package was very heavy in the hand. With a little force from Ye Tian's fingertips, the rotting shell suddenly broke, revealing the dark metal structure inside.

Inside was a heavy-duty individual particle infantry weapon. The paint on the dark alloy rail had been slightly peeled off, and the cluster on the trigger side was also rusty.

"It's a pity to lose a good weapon."

Ye Tian couldn't help feeling a little bit emotional. Judging from the specifications of the rails, the destructive energy level of this particle infantry weapon is at least 18, which is already a relatively rare prohibited weapon.

However, in the old man's shop, they can only be placed on the shelves to shed dust.

"Young people nowadays are very delicate. Particle hand weapons of the 18th energy level abound, and they are very light to carry around, so few people care about heavy infantry weapons of the same energy level."

The hunchbacked old man rewrapped the damaged package and stuffed it back to its original place: "You have good taste, my guest. Judging by your temperament and conversation, you should be a high-star agent, right?"

"It's not a matter of taste. If you use it a lot, you will naturally have some experience. It's not a high-star agent. You can make a living by doing a small business."

Ye Tian dealt with it casually, and looked around the merchandise racks: "I have seen all the weapons here, just like what Luo Lin said, the price/performance ratio is very good, no wonder it can be operated for many years."

Outside the store is the spacious abandoned sewer, which is a corner of Dolan's huge underground ruins. Dozens of stores selling weapons are operating in the dark and dilapidated streets, and there are a large number of members of thug organizations on guard at the intersection.

The old man's store is the largest on this street.

"Your honor, guest."

The hunchbacked old man patted the ash stained on his body, his old eyes gleamed: "I see that you, the guest, seem to prefer high-performance, light-weight weapons and equipment... I heard from Mr. Luo Lin that you are going to go to the Blood Prison this trip. ?”

Ye Tianzheng couldn't make up his mind: "Why, do you have any good recommendations?"

The old man tried to figure out Ye Tian's expression, and tentatively said: "The goods on the shelves are all commodities, oxidized by wind, corroded by moisture, there are always some flaws, real treasures must be carefully maintained and collected, but the price..."

Ye Tian became interested: "Take it out and have a look. As long as the things are good, money is not a problem."

"Refreshing, as expected of Mr. Luo Lin's friend."

The old man raised his hand and patted the wooden counter, a small opening was opened on the table, and a small electronic controller rose up.

Following his operation, a huge alloy box popped up behind the curtain wall of the store, which was filled with beige beads the size of mung beans.

"This is a particle weapon maintenance box specially provided by ATR Company for the military. The maintenance sand alone costs tens of thousands of tribal coins."

The old man boasted, and slowly put on the mechanical prosthesis, poked the alloy hook into the pile of beads, and when he took it out again, there was a cylindrical crystal jar on the pliers.

The jar is small enough to be grasped with one hand. Inside the transparent jar, there is a silver sharp blade in the shape of a boomerang, and the whole body is carved with streamlined patterns that conform to aerodynamics.

Ye Tian said uncertainly: "Ata particles roam and throw blades?"

"Sir, you really know the goods! I don't know which brand of throwing blade you used before. This one in my hand is a high-end product from the ATR Military Research Laboratory. The radius of mind control exceeds 200 meters.

The highest flying speed can also reach 700 meters per second, and it can complete a 120-degree turn at full speed. Whether it is penetration or flexibility, it is the limit level of the patrolling throwing blade. "

The old man lowered his voice and raised his five fingers: "This treasure is directly supplied to the tribe's most secret special investigation force. There are no more than two hundred in the entire Lion King Starfield, and there are even fewer circulating in the market. Dolan only has this one.

Of course, its price is also expensive, because of Mr. Luo Lin's relationship, I will give you a 35% discount, [-] tribal coins. "

"Try it." Ye Tian took the Throwing Blade to check it out. After pressing the switch, the Throwing Blade's micro-matrix began to operate, spinning back and forth in mid-air with his thoughts.

Ye Tian concentrated his attention, threw his blade to tear the air, and could only see a grid of silver sharp blades intertwined in the air, only to be swept away by the swirling air, eye-catching bloodstains appeared on his skin immediately.