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Xiao Yan can only pray that he can meet the person he wants during this game check-in, so that he can go back.

You must know that he has been in this different world for 2 full days, and he even suspects that if he doesn't hurry back, the funeral in Shui Polo's hometown is already going on, and his relatives and friends are eating at his house, so the picture will be interesting.

So he must, and urgently, go back.

In Wutan City, the streets are still bustling. I easily bought three twenty-year-old purple-leaf orchids and two five-year-old bone-washing flowers.

Just like in the original play, what is still missing is a first-level wood-type magic core.

I came to a medium-sized square city in the south of the city. Although there is no automatic navigation in this large game, Xiao Yan has a game strategy.

Xiao Xun'er, a beautiful girl next to her, saw something and asked doubtfully: Brother Xiao Yan, why does it go so smoothly when I go shopping with you? It feels like you know exactly where something is.

Yao Lao was also suspended in mid-air and echoed: "That's right, that's right."

Xiao Yan didn't pay attention to Yao Lao, since he didn't have any role in the original drama at this time, so he didn't need to pay attention to him.

"It went well there? You must be delusional. We haven't bought the first-level wood-type magic core we need yet."

Xiao Yan and Xiao Xun'er walked side by side, looked ahead and said: "No accident, unexpected situation is coming."

Sure enough, Master Gallio, the villain in the original play, suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

He was not as verbose as in the original drama, but he started to touch and touch the beautiful Xiao Xun'er. His wretched appearance was similar to the feeling when Xiao Yan first came to this world and went around testing other people's body temperatures.

Hey, isn't this sister Xun'er? Why are you free to go shopping today? I haven't seen you for a long time, and now you are so beautiful and delicate. Come on, let me check your body.

"stop!"

Xiao Yan scolded and stood up.

What are you? Hey, I didn’t even see it just now. Isn’t this Xiao Yan, the famous good-for-nothing in Wutan City? Why, I, Master Galeo, want to talk about life and ideals with Sister Xun’er, and you, a bastard, are here to mess with it?

Xiao Yan frowned and said, "They are all walking on two legs, keep your mouth clean."

Xiao Yan, how old are you? Almost an adult! In this society, people are divided into three, six or nine levels. When I treat talented and capable people, I will respect them no matter what you say. Do I show respect to trash and servants?

As he said this, he said to the subordinates beside him: Come, my servant, teach this little Xiao Yan what a servant should do.

Yes Master.

The servant next to Master Jia Lieao immediately knelt on the ground and wiped his shoes with his face. Xiao Yan, a transmigrator, couldn't bear to look at such a lowly look.

Xiao Xun'er also frowned.

Hahaha!

When Master Gallio saw that his shoes were clean, he just stepped on the back of his subordinate. He didn't regard the people around him as human beings at all, and the subordinate did show a flattering smile.

Do you see, this is a servant, Xiao Yan. In another year, you will become this kind of servant. When the time comes, if you don’t come over and kneel down to lick me, I will beat you every time I see you, even if you are married and have a wife. Son, I also spent a small amount of money to humiliate them so much that they have no face to see anyone. Xiao Yan, you loser, what are you going to fight with me for?

Xiao Xun'er was already furious and was about to strike.

Xiao Yan has read the strategy and knows that this young master Jialeo is now 21 years old and already a fighter. If Xiao Xun'er does not use the strange fire, he may not be his opponent.

Moreover, what's worse is that this place seems to be different from the original drama. There is no guard captain Payne personally appointed by the head of the Xiao family. If he does it, he will suffer a loss.