Fantasy Westward Journey: My Big Anchor System

In this way, everyone stayed on the third floor of the hell maze and killed the Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Monsters tirelessly. They not only obtained some level 40 or 50 equipment, but also some hell Ganoderma lucidum.

The person with the best luck among them would definitely be Qian Chang Feng Ling.

Xiao Ezi luckily caught a horse-faced demon with very good qualifications and full skills.

At that time, when Qianchang Fengling released the attribute panel of this horse-faced demon, everyone was envious.

Even the guy named Ye Aonaiwohe immediately offered two hundred dollars, wanting to buy the fully-skilled horse-faced beast from Qianchang Fengling.

It’s a pity that Qianchang Fengling was unwilling to sell it. She just said that she would use it for herself and directly refused. What could I do?

Before they knew it, they had been on the third floor of the hell maze for three or four hours, until Ye Aonaiwohe said that his wife wanted him to go back to bed, and the team disbanded.

"By the way, why did the system only give me one random task today? Could it be that it was really triggered randomly?" Feng Jun stretched and muttered with a puzzled look.

Feng Jun found that he really couldn't figure out the system on his body. It seemed that there was no trace of the task being released. Two random tasks were released yesterday, but only one was released today.

I thought about it briefly, but couldn't figure it out.

Feng Jun gave up thinking about this matter anymore. Instead, he turned off his computer, put a pack of cigarettes in his pocket, and left the rental house.

"Ride my beloved little motorcycle, it will never get stuck in traffic. Ride my beloved little motorcycle, I will be home soon." Riding on his little electric scooter, Feng Jun hummed softly, and slowly drove towards the busiest street in the county.

When he arrived in front of a store selling tobacco and alcohol, Feng Jun stopped the car.

The tobacco and alcohol shop in front of me is quite large, covering an area of ​​about 60 to 70 square meters. It is filled with a wide variety of cigarettes and alcohol, and is decorated quite gorgeously.

At the counter, a fat guy was playing on the computer with great interest, pressing the keyboard from time to time. Not far from the counter, there was a solid wood coffee table with a few chairs around it. A pretty woman was teasing a three-year-old boy.

The pretty girl is named Li Cuiting, Zhao Zhiheng's wife. She is a typical good girl who can cook and hostesses at the same time, and has a very nice personality.

The two had married through a blind date five years ago. As for the three-year-old boy, he was the fruit of their love and his name was Zhao Mingyuan.

The two characters Ming and Yuan are taken from "Book of Jin·Biography of Jia Chong": "He is noble and magnanimous, with far-sighted vision, powerful in martial arts, thoughtful in literary matters, trustworthy in winning the hearts of the people, and famous beyond the borders." The two characters Ming and Yuan also have a thorough and profound, clear and far-reaching meaning.

Zhao Zhiheng still has high expectations for his son Zhao Mingyuan, hoping that the little guy can become an outstanding man when he grows up.

"Uncle Feng, you're here?" The little guy had sharp eyes and saw Feng Jun at the first moment. He immediately broke free from Li Cuiting's arms, rushed to Feng Jun with his little feet, and called out in a baby voice.

"Come, let me hug you. I haven't seen you for a few days. How come you've gained weight again? If you get any fatter, you'll be like your dad, a little fat boy." Feng Jun picked up the little guy, pinched his face lovingly and said.

"I don't want to be a fat boy. Mommy said I'm not fat at all. I don't want to be like daddy. I want to be like you, Uncle Feng, tall and thin." The little guy tilted his head back and said in a baby voice.

"Brother Jun, you're here." Li Cuiting also came to Feng Jun and said to Feng Jun.

"Well, isn't he your husband? He called me out for a midnight snack. Come on, stop playing. You've been playing all day." Feng Jun glanced at Zhao Zhiheng who was still playing games at the counter.

"Okay, let's stop playing. Come on, Jun, let's sit outside. It's more comfortable outside." Zhao Zhiheng also turned off the game, took a pack of cigarettes and walked outside.

He put the small table and chair aside and sat down.

Zhao Zhiheng had been running such a tobacco and liquor store before he got married. It was one of the larger tobacco and liquor stores nearby, and it also had a lot of good cigarettes and good alcohol. Although there were not many customers on weekdays, it received some relatively large orders.

For example, the orders from some company bosses are often tens of thousands of yuan worth of cigarettes and alcohol. If you take ten or eight orders a month, you can still make some money.

What's more, Zhao Zhiheng doesn't have to pay rent. After all, this store was bought for him by his father.

Nowadays, I live an easy and comfortable life. Although I am not rich, I have enough food and clothing.

"Brother Jun, would you like to have some barbecue? Barbecue and some beer are perfect in this hot summer." Zhao Zhiheng handed Feng Jun a cigarette and asked.

"I don't care. What matters is my sister-in-law and Xiao Mingyuan. What do you want to eat?" Feng Jun asked, pinching the little guy's pink face.

"Barbecue, Uncle Feng, I want to eat barbecue." The little guy's bright eyes were full of anticipation.

"Mingyuan said we want to eat barbecue, so let's have some barbecue. I'll go order some. There's a barbecue stall at the end of the street, and I heard the taste is pretty good." Li Cuiting said softly.

"Well, then you go and order, wife." Zhao Zhiheng also nodded.

After Li Cuiting left, Zhao Zhiheng looked at Feng Jun seriously and said, "Brother Jun, there will be a class reunion in a few days. Do you want to go? It's a reunion held by our former university classmates in Pengcheng. I heard that your former girlfriend Mu Shihan will also go. I heard that she is still not married.

I think you can give it a try. Maybe your old love will rekindle and it would be a good thing for you two to get together."

"Class reunion? How come I didn't know about it?" Feng Jun asked in surprise.

"Nonsense, how long has it been since you last contacted your old classmates? I think it would be a good idea to go there this time. After all, Mu Shihan is here, and many people in school believed that you would be a couple in the future." Zhao Zhiheng rolled his eyes at Feng Jun and said.

"Come on, I'd better not get involved in this matter. Don't you know what the class reunion is about? It's just an excuse to show off and give those who have achieved something a stage to show off.

I have no money, and I still have no money. What should I do? Should I be a small fry, standing aside and watching others show off? Or should I be used as a stepping stone for others to show off?

I am not interested in this matter." Feng Jun waved his hand and said.