My golden finger is delicious [Quick Transmigration]

Riemster was a little taken aback.

This is what he thinks differently.

But after thinking about it, I think this is reasonable.

After all, he is also an ability-reader.

He knows the precepts and the conditioning.

The more people who can spare their lives, the more powerful they can gain.

One of the most powerful guards around him uses quite strict restrictions-never take the initiative to attack.

As long as he breaks the precept, he will lose the ability to read.

This has also led to the fact that his potential and aptitude are not very high, but his strength is not bad.

The harder you are on yourself, the greater the rewards.

Thinking of this, Limster became even more convinced of Wu Ding's ability.

Maybe understanding is one thing.

So now the problem is in front of him.

How much can he give?

The reason why he is willing to give all his wealth is because he can earn it back.

Money can be paid, his contacts, his subordinates, and the handles he holds on certain people.

These intangible resources can help him obtain the most important rights in the next critical period.

With power, can money be less?

But now, what he needs to pay is something that he cannot earn back.

He hesitated.

Wu Ding leisurely waited for him to choose.

It is estimated that he must have 1 regrets now, and he does not have a child who can be used as a "relative" to pay the price.

Riemster was not alone in terms of legal kinship.

There are quite a lot of people in the Wright family.

The problem is that the Lake family has no blood relationship with him.

His mother is a remarried fool.

The biological father and biological mother have passed away, and there is no brother or sister of the same mother.

There are quite a few mistresses over the years, but no children have been born.

Wu Ding and the others proposed direct lineage as a bargaining chip.

Whether or not these loved ones are required to volunteer.

What is accurate is that Riemster is now the lone star of the devil.

Of course, if he still has immediate family members.

Then the script is not to laugh at the regret and entanglement in front of you.

Instead, he turned around and told the family he was going to sacrifice about this, so that he could experience the feeling of backstabbing.

The picture must be very exciting.

The price was so high, Riemster didn't ask one by one how much he had to pay for these demands.

Repeated inquiries and hesitation to pick and choose will offend the master who has the mysterious power.

Decisively, I made a certain screening, and listed in my heart what I must know and what I must want to achieve.

Consider the wording, and the next step of the conversation.

I have to say that I am too inferior.

Although his future is already in crisis.

But right now, he is still a master of hundreds of billions of thoughts.

The company has not closed down, the gang has no bulk goods, the adventure group is still famous, and the layout of the Hunter Association is still there.

He has loyal subordinates, and he has the key to control the future.

But in front of this mysterious person, he looks like a homeless man.

He is not trading his future, but begging the other party for mercy.

This feeling of aggrieved anger and powerlessness burned Riemster's internal organs.

Mixed with anxiety and worry about alien fears.

The luck of being a human being in two lives, the pride of being "given by God", and his smooth journey, all his self-esteem is now pressed to the ground and crushed.

These negative emotions that were suppressed by the burnt out before.

In today's silence, all erupted.

He seemed to hear the death knell of fate, as if he heard the scornful ridicule of those dead who he took advantage of to kill.

The incense lingering around the tip of the nose seemed to have turned into the stench of corpses.

lingering at his feet.

Want to drag myself into hell.

Riemster, under the pressure of such complex negative emotions and hallucinations.

After "thinking" for three hours.

It wasn't until he severely snapped off one of his fingers that he woke up.

He forced himself not to look suspiciously at Wu Ding.

With the utmost willpower, pretend nothing just happened.

"The incense here has the effect of calming and purifying the mind." Wu Ding fanned a beautifully carved agarwood fan.

Such a delicate and elegant incense fan is carved with lifelike ferocious beasts.

Between appreciating and fanning, there is an indescribable sense of power.

Riemster was smart enough not to ask questions about scents and hallucinations.

Obsessed with cedar sap he knows.

Can see your worst feared hallucinations.

I think this scent is something similar.

Pointing directly at the cowardice and darkness of your heart.

No matter why Wu Ding made such a fuss, he could only accept it and act as if nothing happened.

Those three hours of mentally wrenching emotional sex were not entirely useless either.

Riemster asked the first question.

What would be the price if Wu Ding were to directly curse and kill the enemy who hurt him this time?

Tsk tsk tsk tsk, as expected of a professional householder.

How to enhance one's strength is not the point, but killing the opponent is.

After all, his own strength has increased, and he may still be unable to defeat the enemy.

But if the enemy is gone, it doesn't matter if you are strong or not.

Limster looked up at Wu Ding.

After anxiety, humbleness, pain, fear and other mental storms, it was the first time that he looked at this room so calmly and observed Wu Ding in this way.

Luxurious and extravagant decoration.

Wu Ding lay lazily on the sofa.

It complements the luxury of this room, but it is out of place.

Every move has a mysterious attitude.

The eyes seem to be able to see through the threads of fate, and the undulation of the fingers is the direction of the future.The long river of time is a crooked brook in front of him,

Unpredictable fate is no longer a complicated scripture.

But according to Tu Keji's dictionary.

Seeing Wu Ding like this, Limster trembled.

It seemed to come to mind suddenly.

The price I have to pay is to solve the problem, and I have to give an extra "remuneration".

Wu Ding, who had just heard the first question at this moment, looked at Limster with a half-smile.

If calculated according to the principle of equivalent exchange, there is a high probability that Riemster will not be able to pay the price of directly destroying the enemy.

The reason for asking this question.

To some extent, he also wants to use this as a standard to speculate how powerful his enemy is. It is best to provide clues for him to guess who it is?

Wu Ding took out a bone knife studded with skeletons and smelling strange.

Slit Riemster's wrist.

Limster looked at his own blood with some horror and anxiety, and it turned purple-black from the moment it dripped out of his wrist.

It fell to the ground, sticky and foul-smelling.

Wu Ding made another cut.

This time it was blood, but a shrill scream came from the mouth of the skeleton on the dagger.

At the third opening, smoke was coming out of his own wound.

Wu Ding wiped the wound casually.

The three openings just now seemed to not exist at all.

Riemster looked at the intact hand, and all the light seemed to gather in his eyes at once.

As if he could fight back in the next second, and make those dirty rats pay the price.

"Your life, your soul, your body, your wealth, everything in your life is not enough to help you pay the price of direct curse."

A thunderbolt came from the blue sky.

All hopes are poured into the heart.

This expected answer was under the threat of Lian Fan.

Riemster had lost his rationality for a normal response.

Floating beside him, the leader gestured to Wu Ding to help control the rhythm, reminding Wu Ding to put it away.

OK, don't freak out.

Wu Ding suddenly had a huge glass of "walnut" in his hand, took a wine glass, and poured out a dark green liquid from it.

The refreshing aroma of wine permeated the entire room.

This thing is called Qingtian He, also called Qingtian Pot, owned by Wusun State, it looks like a walnut, and it can hold five or six liters of liquid.

Its characteristic is that it can turn water into wine.

Wu Ding developed a new usage.

He squeezed the juice from the Tixiu fruit and poured it in.

Brew wine.

Combined with the calming effect of Tixie fruit itself, the taste is extraordinary and the aroma is overflowing.

When it comes to wine making, the mountain and sea world has already started vigorously.

The fermentation of alcohol takes time.

And before the time is up, you will never know whether you have caused it or not.

Monkey wine is the only wine that can be obtained by looking for it, and it depends on luck to raise it naturally.

They searched the entire mountain and sea world, but only found a small pool. Wu Ding used the threat of closing the "window" to get two liters.

Still can't bear to drink it.

Therefore, what everyone usually drinks is either a rare and successful work.

Either it was sent in by Wu Ding.

The tricks played by human beings like Qingtianhe were discovered by Wu Ding when he looked through another ancient book not long ago and asked everyone to look for it.

The first experiments were not successful.

The wine that comes out is no different from water if it is not for fine tasting.

Until Wu Ding squeezed the juice from the spiritual fruit produced in the mountain and sea world and poured it in.

Since then, a new world has been opened.

Such a good wine...how could Riemster be qualified to drink it.

Just smelling the scent is enough.

Dixiu is awesome enough.

Flower leaves and fruits all have the effect of forgetting worries and relieving worries.

The smell after fermentation is enough to bring back the mind.

There are so many good things in Hunter World.It is not surprising that Wu Ding took out anything.

Wu Ding's appeasement at this moment directly caused the suspension bridge effect.

Riemster's mind was soothed and he didn't say anything.

He even has a favorable opinion of Wu Ding as a "benefactor".

This kind of subtle change in the mind and different positions are not something that Riemst can discern carefully at this moment.

After Wu Ding calmed down.

Friendly, provided some reference opinions for free.

Use part of your life in exchange for the murderer's name.

Use your soul after death in exchange for a way to kill the murderer.

Use your luck for a period of time in exchange for the success of the plan.

Use your wealth in exchange for some talisman papers for protection and the reward for this shot.

"Can you...concentrate misfortune at the end?"

Dayou thought of wiping his neck directly after he started to be unlucky.

"Of course." Anyway, you won't live until that time.

"The soul after death..." What do you want to use it for?

"Don't worry, you won't have memories of your life, and you won't have any pain."

There is only endless loneliness, the freedom of being imprisoned, the loss of past and future, and 0 salary plus 007's working hours.

Look, it's pretty good, isn't it~

Is there any problem with this?

No.

In Riemster's view, it is a matter of a few years of life and some wealth.

At the moment, a large amount of assets are transferred to Wu Ding.

In this regard he did not lie in the slightest.

Gold, silver, jewelry, antique treasures and the like.

It has already been prepared.

A text message is sent out, and it is guaranteed to be delivered within three hours.

The real estate, even the ancestral home under his own name, was transferred together.

Empty yourself directly to the state where you have to sleep in the company.

There are also transfers of shops, so many that Wu Ding wonders if his company is already an empty shell?

Party A pays so simply, Party B naturally reciprocates.

Luck, lifespan, soul or something.

It's time to collect, it's time to mark.

You can't let Party A down, can you?

Among witchcraft, there are naturally spells to move luck and extract lifespan.

But sooner or later Riemster must die.

Why bother with all this?

Setting up a witch formation also requires money.

Therefore, it is enough for Party A to think that Party B has received the payment here.

The familiar illusion unfolded again.

This time, what Limster saw was the vast universe and the golden river of fate.

The cosmic starlight sings along with the flow of the river.

The vast and strong planet looks so small beside the river of fate.

Every wave is a journey of life.

Every ups and downs is a world-wide change.

Each tributary is the birth of a parallel world.

Wu Ding used the power of the Heavenly Emperor that he felt when he took Shengmu Mandui to communicate with the world, and stuffed it directly in Riemster's mind.

Let him no longer have the right to doubt anything Wu Ding said.

In Riemster's eyes.

"Wu Ding" stood on the golden "River of Destiny" and hooked his finger, which made him clearly feel that something important was hooked out of his body.

Just when Limster felt uncomfortable and wanted to resist.

There was a resounding "Qicheng" from the sky.

I fell into that luxurious room again.

The cosmic starry sky, the river of destiny, it's like...an illusion?

The only thing that has no illusion is that it is as uncomfortable as suffocation now.

All the bones in his body seemed to have been crushed.

"The vengeful dead and the vengeful orphan united, and innocent passers-by crossed time and space to seek revenge on you. The three of them met together."

Riemster: ? ? ?

"Your family has been infiltrated, and many of your confidants have changed families. Maybe betrayal has existed from the beginning, maybe, betrayal is everywhere. Under the control of the three of them. People who once fought for you, for the sake of profit, stood They are dissatisfied with the future you promised them, and your concealment, your usual enemies, led by the Avengers, bought them and promised more generous terms."

Riemster's expression couldn't be any greener.

"The moment you tell the final secret. It's the day they started. To force you to tell it quickly, the current situation came about."

"This is impossible... this is impossible!"

If there is an Avenger, Thaksin.

Can you say that the Avengers instigated all his henchmen to rebel?

He didn't believe it.

"It's Chrollorusiru."

He believed it.

Wu Ding watched the man go crazy, and swore that the leader of the phantom was dead.

"He died, and his undead met another enemy of yours. A young man from the Kuruta tribe, he is a visionary."

Kuruta, his most proud work.

With that sum of waiting for the rabbit, he reaped the greatest wealth with the least cost.

Hun Xisuo pointed to himself.

Sorry, it seems that Party A doesn't care about "innocent passers-by crossing time and space to seek revenge on you".

"What do I do? I bought the plan! I bought the plan with my soul!!!"

"Kurolo Rushiru, after all, is a dead person, as long as the Kuruta boy dies, Kurolo is not enough to justify."

Wu Ding put a jade tablet in Riemster's hand.

"Find out the traitors around you first, and after finishing them off in one go, use the fiery red eyes to trap the Kuruta youth."

"This jade pendant, when malice and killing intent approach you. It will become hot."

"They are all very strong."

His henchmen are also very powerful.

Riemster felt that he did not have the strength to annihilate everyone.

Especially when Wu Ding said that there are so many traitors.

"Don't worry, you are the one who traded your soul for the plan. Naturally, it's a comprehensive plan. Whether it's the traitor, the Kuruta tribe, or Kuroro, it's all in the plan."

The demonic whispers pushed Riemster one big step deeper into hell.

Hun Xisuo pointed at himself again.

This way, hello, this way.

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