Waste Strong Foundation

The new day still starts with continuous rain.

Fei Mingqiu, with dark circles under his eyes and wrapped in a blanket, sent out tasks to players, and yawned from time to time, as if he had been assimilated by someone.

There is also an unexpected side effect of Tianmen's advancement: now he needs to sleep at least fourteen hours a day to maintain concentration.

The random punishment of task settlement hangs over the head, there is no time to waste, Fei Mingqiu who lacks sleep can only put on the pain mask silently.

The result is a vicious cycle.

When Dayu led his people to look for him, he was yawning continuously while wrapped in a blanket, and was captured by passing players.

Ten minutes later, the old Ford app on Weibo J station already had spoof emoticons.

There are also yellow ones.

No tea, no coffee, Fei Mingqiu who purely relies on surfing the Internet to refresh himself: "..."

Okay, okay, free labor is God, it doesn't matter if you play tricks and knock CP, just log in to the game and work for him.

Dahe was very interested in the "metal" or "gem" tied to Fei Mingqiu's wrist, and he stretched his neck to beg for it and come over to observe it.

Dayu gave him a hug, and said seriously: "Fei, I have been disturbing you here for a long time, since Yinglong is dead, I have to go back to Wangcheng to report."

Fei Mingqiu: "Leaving so soon? Don't you have a few clansmen whose legs haven't recovered yet? They... what are you going to do?"

According to his selfishness, those wounded patients would of course stay here to continue teaching the players to practice supernatural powers.

The ancients have the opinions of the ancients, but they only wish to help the souls return to their hometown.

Dayu took out a pure gold round card from his waist, waved his hand to stop Dahe, and said decisively: "I would like to exchange this thing for five of your carriages."

The Yu clan where Shun belonged was good at controlling dragons, and the tribe used dragons and snakes as their totems.

The surface of this gold medal is also engraved with vivid dragon and snake patterns and crooked hand-carved hieroglyphics.

Judging from Dahe's tangled expression, the gold medal is likely to be a symbol of some kind of power within the royal city.

Fei Mingqiu is not really a primitive person, he has no desire for gold and politics, so he shook his head and said, "Forget it. I'll give you five cars."

Dayu didn't refuse much, and when he was happy, he turned around and whispered to Dahe, asking Fei Mingqiu if he wanted to go to Wangcheng with them.

Forming an alliance between the two parties means submitting to Shun. As a representative of the players, they can bring some handicrafts and specialties to meet their "thighs".

Fei Mingqiu was so sleepy that he clenched his fist and tapped his forehead frequently, and pointed at himself in bewilderment: "Me?"

Dahe couldn't help interjecting: "Yes. Of course, your merchants will also go. Fei, are you sleepy? Haha, it's the same as our priests."

Hmm, maybe it's all a side effect of supernatural powers [one thought, one answer].

Speaking of which, I thought this kind of supernatural power was rare at first, but now it seems that there are so many people...

I really want to invite the guys who support the "New Humanity Project" to the earth to see the situation.

An old player passed by, Fei Mingqiu wiped his face and solemnly denied: "Shang Yuan and I are not in the relationship you think."

Dahe's face was full of question marks, "What? Shang is not your leader? He is so powerful that he alone can destroy the Ju'ao summoned by the dragon."

Fei Mingqiu was stunned for a moment.

Sleepiness was like hot paste tugging at his thoughts, and it took him a long time to react.

Because Shang Yuan was "sick" and he was lazy and rarely appeared in front of everyone, he never officially introduced Shang Yuan's identity.

The explanation to the player is that he was a friend who wandered the universe with him and then landed on the earth unfortunately.

Previously, the Lianshan brothers mistook Shang Yuan for the tribal leader...

No way.Does everyone think so?

Then, according to the custom of the indigenous people calling them clans outside, and only calling them characters inside——

Isn't Shang Yuan called "Fei Shang Yuan" in the eyes of Da He, Dayu and others?

Humph.

Fei Mingqiu nodded his head slightly to reveal the matter, feeling a little relieved.

As for the matter of following Dayu to the king's city, he said that he would discuss it with Shang Yuan and give Dayu an answer tomorrow.

In fact, it is definitely impossible to go.

There are [-] to [-] players engaged in infrastructure construction here, and if you don't pay attention, you will cause trouble. How can you walk away as a "server".

Shang Yuan sneered and said, "If it wasn't for this torrential rain, the Xiong clan would have sent someone to fetch the salt. Then there would be another conflict."

Yuanyuan wiped the oil from the corners of her mouth, pointed at Jiangshan with her green paws holding a wooden stick: "Yinglong died so coincidentally! The flood it summoned was like a mad dog that lost its master, but limited by the terrain, it retreated to the Yellow River first, then Attacking the riverbanks. Our terrain is high, there are ditches outside the city for water storage and flood protection, and there are drainage pipes in the city. It doesn’t matter for the time being. However, the summer rain is so urgent that new houses cannot be built.”

Alpha flipped the grilled chicken wings on the fire, "Aren't you a god, why can't you turn a rainy day into a sunny day?"

Yuanyuan rolled her eyes, and hurriedly argued: "How dare you humiliate me? The gods have their own duties, and the sun in the sky is Xihe's precious son. Ten of their brothers can't come out to be on duty. Listen to my junior?"

Alpha: "Oh, you are Xi He's grandson. That's right, you are not the only little god that kid Qi You can summon."

Yuanyuan has always admitted that she is a waste, but she can't help being humiliated by an artificial intelligence like this.

It faltered, and its face gradually burned.

Fei Mingqiu glanced at his watch, "Don't talk too much. It's going to rain again, so go back and rest quickly after eating the barbecue."

Yuanyuan folded her wings and turned her back. After thinking about it, she suddenly turned around and snatched two skewers of grilled chicken legs, and stuck out her tongue at Alpha to make a face——

It is afraid of getting wet, so it only wears a rough linen double-breasted gown as a mosaic, and two volumes of yellowed wordless scriptures fell out of its body during the movement.

Shang Yuan's eyes froze, he got up and walked past Alpha and shouted: "Chicken, you haven't dealt with it yet?"

Yuanyuan said weakly: "Shenjun, isn't that, isn't that because I have no strength. This thing is too evil. I used the pirated Nirvana method, and my supernatural powers are not as good as before. I can't burn it even after several times of activating the divine fire." .I want to keep it by my side for a long-term plan..."

Fei Mingqiu raised his hand and tugged on Shang Yuan's sleeve, and was about to say something to ease the atmosphere of the BBQ, but saw two volumes of ancient books flipping without wind.

Yuanyuan's eyes widened in horror, and in a moment of impatience, she stomped her feet and cursed: "Fuck! This is Dijun's Taishi pen!"

What Taishibi?

Fei Mingqiu was so sleepy that he thought he was hallucinating, and felt a cool breeze blowing on his face, and the air was filled with the smell of saltpeter.

He took a closer look and saw two orange clusters and the silent and pitch-black night, and he couldn't see any starlight when he looked up.

The orange light was getting closer and closer to him, and suddenly two old women with heads wrapped in Gebu and bamboo baskets in their hands jumped out from behind.

The short-faced old woman pulled her companion's ragged sleeves vigilantly and backed away, "Who is it?—Come on! The grass thief is here again!"

Fei Mingqiu was very puzzled, he had only seen this kind of outfit once when he screened out the costumes that were sent to players in the previous version update.

Well, it is very similar to the SR appearance system in "Trash", which is dubbed by players as "the old melon farmer drunk on the rails".

Tang people?

Only then did Fei Mingqiu realize that the two balls of light were illuminated by the candles in the bamboo cage.

The candle flame flickered tremblingly and shortened, the two old ladies hurriedly ran back hand in hand, and another hand stretched out beside them——

"It's me, don't be afraid." Shang Yuan calmly held Fei Mingqiu's hand.

Fei Mingqiu felt much more at ease, and asked lightly: "Shang Yuan, are we dreaming? This seems to be the Tang Dynasty...?"

Shang Yuan looked at the villagers who gathered at Wen Sheng holding kitchen knives and wooden sticks, "Yes. There will be no scene of beating mandarin ducks with sticks in my dream."

Fei Mingqiu choked, and the broken hair on his forehead covered his eyes.

He curled his fingers and scratched his cold palm, and said vaguely: "This is not a beating—forget it, let me believe you for a while."

The villagers quickly surrounded them. Everyone looked hungry, but there was a fierce murderous look in their eyes, even children under ten years old.