My skills downloader

Chapter 127 The Second Commission

[Congratulations on obtaining an S-level customs clearance reward]

【It has been detected that you have downloaded a torrent link】

【analysing……】

【Downloading the magic ring】

【10%……30%……55%……70%……99%……】

【Name: Magic Ring】

【Type: Accessories】

【Quality: Excellent】

[Special effect: Recover 1 true yuan every 100 minute, and consume 1% of the wearer's body water at the same time]

[Remarks: Poor alchemist Gu Qingyun, he has never refined a piece of equipment that has no side effects, and he doesn't even understand the inevitable connection between MP recovery and water in the body. 】

The dungeon got an S rating, and there are really many benefits. Fan Liang decided that he should strive for every dungeon as much as possible...

Forget it.

Let it go.

If you strive for an S rating every time, you will lose the joy of life. As a man with a free soul, how can you lose yourself for a mere S rating?

Fan Liang began to feel ashamed of himself who suddenly worked hard.

When did it fall?
shameful!
Shameful!

"I turned into a hardworking person, damn it!" Fan Liang shouted while holding his head.

"What is the ghost called?"

Liu Xiaoxiao downstairs shouted.

Fan Liang came out of the bathroom. After thinking about it, he didn't put the ring on his hand, but put it in the space bag, and waited to use the ring when fighting.

Speaking of which, after he performed tearing the space to fetch objects, he found that Liu Xiaoxiao was surprised at the time, and didn't ask him too much afterwards.He couldn't help asking and found out that there is a kind of spiritual tool called [space bag] sold in the world, which is similar to his space bag. It is a very trendy space tool at present. A spiritual storage device that is easily taken away, [space bag] is much safer.

Liu Xiaoxiao just regarded his space bag as a [space bag]. The reason why she was surprised was because the [space bag] was expensive and unstable. She thought about asking Fan Liang about the origin of the [space bag], but thought that everyone had Secret, let it go.

"Rough, ordinary, excellent, excellent, perfect, legendary, epic..." Fan Liang mumbled about the grade of equipment, went downstairs, lay lazily on the sofa, and put his legs on the coffee table.

Liu Xiaoxiao glanced at it, but didn't say anything. He was used to Fan Liang's behavior.

"Do you want to crack melon seeds?"

Liu Xiaoxiao stretched out her hands towards Fan Liang.

Fan Liang thought for a while, then nodded, "Alright."

Putting down his legs, he took a handful of five-spice melon seeds, and the two of them knocked each other out of boredom.

half an hour.

"Crack, click."

Two hours.

"Crack, click."

Three hours.

"It's so boring..." Liu Xiaoxiao looked at the ceiling helplessly, her lips almost blistering, "We should have some fun."

"Oh?" Fan Liang's eyes lit up.

"Stop your nasty thoughts." A pillow threw at Fan Liang and was easily caught.

"We have to figure out a way. It's time to start the second entrustment." Liu Xiaoxiao rummaged in the room for a while, found a piece of paper, wrote a line, and pasted it outside the door.

"What did you write?"

Fan Liang followed out.

"The new store is a great bargain, and you only need 5000 montage notes when you place an entrustment today."

"No matter what kind of commission, it only costs 5000 yuan, so there will always be people coming to your door, right?"

"Why are you so anxious?" Fan Liang said he didn't understand. "The commission money we earned from Tangtang is enough for us to squander it for a long time."

"How can people be satisfied so easily?" Liu Xiaoxiao said with a tone of hatred for iron, "You have to work hard, you have to struggle, you can't stand still!"

"You're right, I decided to go back to the house and sleep."

After finishing speaking, Fan Liang left Liu Xiaoxiao and went upstairs to lie down. He slept until it was getting dark, and he came down the stairs feeling refreshed.

Unexpectedly, an entrustment came to the door.

He was a man with an unshaven beard, his face and hair were very greasy, he was wearing a baggy white T-shirt, slightly yellowed, and he was wearing blue slippers on his feet, looking a little sloppy.

"Hello." Fan Liang stepped forward and extended his hand to say hello, "My surname is Fan Liang, my courtesy name is De Biao, and my nickname is the ruthless person in District 10."

"..." The man who shook hands with Fan Liang froze for a long time before saying, "My name is Li Tang, and I'm a writer."

At the end, he laughed at himself and added, "A slow-selling author."

"It sounds miserable." Fan Liang expressed sympathy, and at the same time, he found Li Tang's eyes were dark and his face was full of indescribable fatigue.

"Haven't you had a good rest for a long time?" Fan Liang let go of his hand and joked, "I heard that the pressure to make up a story is very high, and it seems that you won't be able to stay much longer with your hair on top of your head."

"Hi~" Li Tang smiled and sat back on the sofa without saying anything.

"I didn't expect your method to be really effective." Fan Liang sat down beside Liu Xiaoxiao, smiled politely at Li Tang, and whispered.

"What a fart!" Liu Xiaoxiao couldn't help but swear, she raised five fingers and said, "I've reduced the price."

"500?"

Liu Xiaoxiao shook her head.

"5...50?" Fan Liang couldn't believe it.

"Guess again." Liu Xiaoxiao's face glowed with Buddha light.

"5 yuan?" Fan Liang looked at Liu Xiaoxiao as if he was looking at a fool.

"Guess again." Liu Xiaoxiao's expression seemed to be about to pass away, neither sad nor happy.

"puff……"

Fan Liang spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"That's right, it's 5 cents." Liu Xiaoxiao let go of her hand, and said with a forced smile, "The main thing is that this man really can't afford a lot of money. You know, writing a novel is not much different from begging on the street. Just think of it as serving the people. Make a name for yourself, right?"

Fan Liang gave a thumbs up.

Li Tang didn't listen carefully to the conversation between the two. He seemed to be deeply worried.

"Did you ask about his commission?"

"Not yet."

"That……"

"Come on, you are good at this."

Fan Liang raised his eyebrows and accepted.

"Mr. Li, you can tell us about your commission." Fan Liang was very polite, but Li Tang didn't seem to listen.

"Mr. Li?"

"Li..."

"Ah? Ahh??" Li Tang suddenly recovered.

"Tell me about your commission."

"Oh, it's like this." Li Tang straightened his words, showing a weird and somewhat fearful expression, and said, "You may not believe it, but the characters in my novel have come to reality!!"

Hearing this, Fan Liang and Liu Xiaoxiao looked at each other and asked, "Are you sure you're not imagining yourself?"

"I'm sure, of course I'm sure!" Li Tang couldn't help but raise his voice, "I'm currently writing a supernatural novel about ghost marriages. She came down and died, so she bought a girl with yellow flowers as a bride.

On the wedding night in the bridal chamber, the bride Bai Shuangshuang was fed the youngest son's hair and had her mouth sewn up, then her limbs were nailed into the jade coffin, and she was buried alive with her youngest son..."

(End of this chapter)