The devil respects the generation guide, and my sentinel loves brainstorming.

The next day, climb Purple Mountain.

Ning Zhiyuan sneered at the hiking pole: "It's just Zishan, no problem! Get it quickly!"

He can climb up without using his spiritual power to strengthen his legs!

Yu Weining was worried, so he still brought his hiking poles.

Ning Zhiyuan climbed up the steps leisurely with ease, and he did not forget to laugh at Yu Weining's behavior of bringing a hiking pole.

Yu Weining didn't say it was brought for him.

When he was almost a third of the way up, Ning Zhiyuan's steps became obviously heavier.

He looked up and saw a sign: [Can’t it be done here? Tsk, tsk, tsk, he’s a deadbeat, right?

Don't worry, there are only tens of thousands of steps left. 】

Ning Zhiyuan: "..."

Whenever he uses spiritual power to strengthen his legs...

Turning his head to look at Yu Weining, the man's expression remained unchanged and he was not breathing.

Ning Zhiyuan asked: "Yulaosi, have you used your mental power to strengthen your legs?"

Yu Weining shook his head: "No."

Ning Zhiyuan's desire to win and lose instantly exploded, and he no longer needed his spiritual power! He can do it too!

Rush!

Ning Zhiyuan quickened his pace, and Yu Weining hurriedly followed.

after an hour.

Ning Zhiyuan gasped for breath: "Huh, huh, huh..."

Yu Weining handed him the hiking pole: "Walk slowly. Climbing is mainly about enjoying the process of climbing."

Ning Zhiyuan gasped and spoke intermittently: "It's just Zishan, but you still need to use trekking poles? You're almost at the top..."

Yu Weining silently looked up at the sign above:

[Oh, that’s good, half of it has fallen off~ Let me see which weakling has become a dog~]

"Snapped!"

It was the voice that broke Ning Zhiyuan's sanity.

"boom!"

It was the sound of Ning Zhiyuan's burning fighting spirit.

Yu Weining held Ning Zhiyuan's wrist: "I'm tired, let's take a break, okay?"

Ning Zhiyuan asked suspiciously: "Are you tired?"

Oh, there seems to be a small amount of sweat on my forehead.

"Okay, let me rest with you."

Yu Weining spread the paper towels on the steps: "Let's sit down for a while."

Ning Zhiyuan sat down and took several sips of the water handed over by Yu Weining.

He exhaled slowly: "How did those people climb up?"

The passer-by who was climbing up on his hands and knees answered: "I just...climbed up. Now I have to roll down."

Really crawling.

Ning Zhiyuan: "..."

He suddenly woke up and put aside his desire to win. Why should he suffer so much when he can climb the mountain easily?

The road is narrow.

Ning Zhiyuan closed his eyes and circulated his spiritual power to eliminate the fatigue in his body.

"Are you tired, Yu Laosi? Do you want me to give you a massage?"

Yu Weining swallowed the phrase "not tired".

"I'm tired, please excuse me."

Ning Zhiyuan gathered his spiritual power in the palm of his hand and helped Yu Weining squeeze his arms and beat his legs.

Yu Weining felt a cool and refreshing feeling.

The slightest bit of fatigue in my body disappeared without a trace.

"much better."

"That must be done." Ning Zhiyuan stood up and pointed to the top of the mountain that towered into the sky: "It's just Zishan, take it now!"

The panting hiker walking slowly: He really knows how to tell lies——

well? Damn it? What happened just now?

Ning Zhiyuan ran up more than 200 steps and stopped to check Yu Weining's physical condition: "Yulaosi, use your mental power to strengthen your legs, otherwise you won't be able to keep up with me."

Yu Weining: "It has been strengthened."

When Ning Zhiyuan was resurrected and rushed out, Yu Weining used his mental power to strengthen his legs.

Otherwise, I can’t keep up.

His guide is like a flying monkey.

When I was about to reach the top, I saw another sign: [Hahaha, are you tired and confused? Come here~ I'm right here~ Come on, come on, let me see if any Twolegs are coming~]

The slogan is appropriate, but it needs a beating.

Except for Ning Zhiyuan and Yu Weining, no one in sight walked upright.

Ning Zhiyuan seriously doubted that the person who wrote the slogan would be beaten often because of his bad mouth.

After reaching the top of the mountain, Ning Zhiyuan put his hands on his hips and said without blushing, "It's just a purple mountain, nothing more than that!"

Yu Weining responded: "Yeah, that's all."

Other people who were panting like cows and paralyzed on the ground:...

I want to kick these two people down!

There is a restaurant on the top of the mountain. Go in and look at the menu: [Lemonade 35/cup, milk 55/cup, grilled sausage 20/stick...]

Although the mountain is very high and it would be tiring to transport things up, Qian Ning Zhiyuan really couldn't carry it.

The grilled sausages at the foot of the mountain are meat sausages for 3 pieces each, while those on the mountain are starch sausages.

"Forget it, let's just eat what we brought." Ning Zhiyuan gave up consumption.

They brought two sandwiches and a box of cut fruit.

It’s not full, but it’s okay to eat.

"It's estimated that 150 kilograms of stuff is picked up by hand for only yuan. It's so expensive to sell it. It's really a profiteer."

While climbing the mountain, Ning Zhiyuan heard someone asking the mountain picker if he had two hundred for a trip. The man just shook his head silently.

After finishing the sandwich, Ning Zhiyuan began to eat fruit slices: "I have also encountered profiteers..."

Something quickly flashed through Ning Zhiyuan's mind: "Yulaosi, what's the black market account number that we asked them to pay for virtual items?"

Yu Weining pulled up the account and showed it to him.

Ning Zhiyuan opened the memo and found the record of "profiteer".

A dime a dozen.

"You are actually the profiteer?!"

Ning Zhiyuan was shocked. He really couldn't tell that Yu Laosi, who looked upright and easily shy, was actually doing the business of a profiteer in private!

Yu Weining was stunned: "Have you ever bought crystals from the black market?"

and also?

What is it called?

Ning Zhiyuan asked with trembling fingers: "Don't tell me, I sold it in the market..."

Yu Weining was silent for a moment and said honestly: "You said you spend money quickly, so I will put the crystals on the market and sell them at a higher price.

You bought 10 crystals for 700 million, and I got 400 million... Since then, the crystals I got from doing tasks have not been sold again. "

Ning Zhiyuan fell into silence.

What he spent money to buy was Yu Weining's spar, and he paid for the postage himself.

“Why is the quality of crystals on the black market worse than those on the market?”

Yu Weining: "We usually use it to restore mental power and then sell it."

The co-authorship is second-hand, no wonder.

The Demon Lord was very angry, and the Demon Lord chose to slap away a random monkey that snatched the hiker's backpack.

Monkey in flight: "Ji?"

Hiker: "Thank you thank you thank you!"

"You're welcome……"

Ning Zhiyuan looked up at the sky sadly at 45 degrees, and said in a faint tone: "Thank you again and I will lose my head."

Mediterranean Mountaineer:…

He hid his face and ran away: "I hate it!"

Ning Zhiyuan: "Who is he calling disgusting?"

Yu Weining: "You should be scolding the monkey just now."

Sitting on the cable car going down the mountain, Ning Zhiyuan kept muttering: "Loss, loss, loss."

Yu Weining comforted him: "Fortunately, I stopped the loss in time and didn't keep losing money."

“It’s still a loss after all!”

Ning Zhiyuan sighed: "I want to make up for all my losses!"