This killer is a warm man [rebirth]

Mo Liang lay dead on the wooden bed for another three days, thinking a lot.

To defeat the target, people must not be killed, otherwise they will be found out sooner or later.

Counting on this body that can be poked down with one finger to defeat anyone, don't even think about it.Then you will continue to be bullied, you will fall if you poke it, and you will be dead for seven days a week.Isn't it just an endless loop?

Then you have to resort to weapons or poison.

To buy weapons and poison, you must first have money.The original owner of the body had no money to sell into the Nanfeng Hall, and his savings were equal to zero.And Mo Liang himself didn't have the skills of cheating and abducting, so he could only continue to be poor and be poked by others.Damn, it's an endless loop again, is it possible that he died in this ghost place?

Mo Liang held a broken bowl and sharpened it on the stone bitterly. When this self-made weapon can be sharpened, it still has to be bought!

Money, money!You must have money first!

As a killer with nothing, no, Mo Liang has a special skill: blowing flute, blowing bamboo flute.

In the Wenqing era, all teenagers love to play the guitar, learn to play the piano or something, killers can't run around the world kicking the guitar and piano, so Mo Liang learned to play the flute.After killing someone, stand facing the wind, blowing blood without a trace, and play "Remembering the Old on the Phoenix Terrace", how tuneful it is.

The shopkeeper's name is Chai Lai. Chai Lai is lucky to be rich. He is in his 30s, with three beards and a purple gold silk robe. There are two words flowing all over his body: rich.Shopkeeper Chai heard the sound of Mo Liang's flute, and nodded: "The flute is good, but no one cares about listening to the flute once the face is up."

"You can play tricks."

The next day, a rumor spread without a trace: a Mr. Zhu Xiao came to Nanfeng Hall, he was unparalleled in style, and he played a bamboo flute like no other in the world.The most important thing is that Mr. Zhu Xiao only plays three tunes a day, he does not sell his body, he does not even show his face. He wears a Fanyang hat and white gauze from the hood to the heels, so mysterious that he is at home.

The more mysterious and curious, people will eat this.

Sure enough, someone threw money away, and three days later, Mo Liang dug up the first bucket of gold after rebirth—no, the first penny.Shopkeeper Chai picked the hairy crabs, and gave them a gift without a smile: "Mo Liang, take it, you can buy whatever you want, hey, the most important thing is to buy some rouge to wipe your face."

How much money did I earn for you, and you will be rewarded with a penny when you vomit blood? !

What can a penny do?You can't even buy a knife for wiping your neck to commit suicide!

Mo Liang was about to get angry when he heard a ding-dong sound in his mind, and the organic system voice sounded: "The shopkeeper's affinity will increase, and the host's appearance will increase by one point."

The joy of accident!

Mo Liang didn't care about the salary, picked up the mirror in a hurry, and almost went blind again: Poor appearance, added to Mo Liang's face, it's like pouring a ladle of water into the sea, without any splash .

If you want to turn back into a normal person, you have to add [-] or [-] million points to your appearance.

Forget it, what's the use of a man's face?Especially in this era of cold weapons, when force crushes everything, fists come faster.

The pit is cold weapons, what Mo Liang is best at: guns.You can grab any gun at your fingertips. The problem is that in this world, this skill point is worthless.No matter how good your marksmanship is, you must first have a gun. If you want to make a gun, you must first have gun-making technology, steel technology, and ammunition technology... In general, regardless of a small gun, you must first establish the entire natural science system .

Emma, ​​isn’t this a joke?Mo Liang is a killer, he has no scientific skill points, and he doesn't even know what elements to increase the toughness of iron.

Mo Liang ran to the blacksmith shop holding a penny: "What can I buy with this penny?"

"I can buy a ring!"

The hammer hit the red-hot knife, bang!Very loud!

Just kidding, a penny is still useful.There is only one blacksmith shop in the market, which sells everything, hoes, shovels, axes, knives, scissors, iron boxes and locks with more craftsmanship, and the cheapest is iron wire.Mo Liang bought iron wire for a penny, and asked the blacksmith to make more than a dozen short pieces of iron with different lengths.

While pondering, a five or six-year-old kid jumped in, bought a hoop and hoop, and happily rolled and played after it.

Mo Liang thought about it: "Shopkeeper, do you know Jiulianhuan?"

Fortunately, there is no such thing as Jiulianhuan in this world, which is easy to make and brain-burning to play.Mo Liang quickly drew the shape, nine hoops in a string, the simplest one: "I'm a foreigner, and children like to play with this kind of thing. You can make a few like this, it's not difficult , if it can’t be sold, it can be returned to the furnace and re-smelted.”

"Is this thing for fun? What's your intention?"

"If it sells well, can you give me a razor blade, cough, for a shave." Mo Liang pointed to his face. In fact, maybe his body is too weak, his male hormones are too low, and he doesn't even grow a beard—a little beard would be better. To be able to hide the ugly face, this kind of rebirth is really enough.

The blacksmith was vigilant: "No! This thing is hard!"

Are you a bit economical?This thing has been sold for thousands of years and has not become extinct. If you want to change a blade, you will make a lot of money!Mo Liang had no choice but to take a step back: "I'll buy it! You can print it like this. I'll put it on credit first, and I'll come to pick it up in a few days. Don't worry, I'm from the Nanfeng Pavilion next door."

The blacksmith felt relieved, and laughed: "No wonder Mian Sheng, you are new to the fire? Come and pick it up in a few days!"

In this way, Mo Liang gave out 2000 years of educational civilization on credit. When the book is used, he will hate it. Mo knows nothing about science and technology, and he can't build anything. A nuclear reactor scares this group of antiques to death-thinking about it makes my head hurt.

After three days, Mo Liang went to the blacksmith shop.

When I saw it, there was a mess of Jiulianhuan on the table.On the iron plate being calcined, there were several fiery red rings. The blacksmith wiped his sweat and expressed apology: "You didn't come to pick it up. My ignorant young son saw that it was fun, so he messed it up. It's not my fault." Played another set."

He could never return to the neat appearance drawn by Mo Liang. The blacksmith didn't know how to use Jiulianhuan, so he thought he had to follow the painting.

Beside him, the blacksmith's son had tears in his eyes.

Isn't this a godsend opportunity?Mo Liang suppressed the ecstasy, fiddled with his fingers more than a dozen times, and saw that the nine rings were magically untied, returning to the original nine rings that were neat and neat.The blacksmith and his son stared straight at the child, and Mo Liang tried his best to look at the child gently: "Want to learn? I'll teach you!"

Successfully "marketed" the first set of nine serial rings.

The blacksmith saw that there was a show and could be sold, so he made more than a dozen sets in a row, and asked his youngest son to stand at the door of the shop to demonstrate.When it was sold, I bought it again. Within a few days, Jiulianhuan sold several sets in a hurry.Small profits but quick turnover, the blacksmith was so happy that he lost his teeth, and he didn't break his promise, and gave Mo Liang a blade as a reward for "technical support".

The blade is small but extremely sharp, and a cut to the side artery is a waterfall of blood - it can be seen that the blacksmith is a real person, and his work is unambiguous.

Mo Liang stroked in satisfaction: "Have you heard of Kong Mingsuo and Tangram?"

The simple and practical ancient civilization is finally useful, and Mo Liang digs out everything he can think of.This blacksmith also has a lot of money, and he can try anything that is simple, fun, and effortless. Anyway, the "burning fire" in the Nanfeng Pavilion doesn't need money, but he just wants to change some blades and daggers.

One stroke can't draw a dragon, and one shovel can't dig a well. What Mo Liang has to do is to wait patiently and spend some time to win the trust of the blacksmith.

The blacksmith shop is thriving, but the Nanfeng Pavilion is very difficult.

Mr. Zhu Xiao has a good effect. There is a grandson who has taken advantage of him and started to spend money. He is just a dude, and everything is very fresh: "Zhu Xiao, let me play "Flower Field Ten. Eight. Touch" for you."

art.

Refined art.

Mo Liang silently picked up Zhu Xiao and blew about the mistakes made in the flower field. He was so happy to hear that, his mouth burst into laughter, and he slapped the money on the table: "Zhu Xiao, if I let me see your face, This silver is all yours."

Seeing his hand stretched out, Mo Liang took a step back: "My lord respects himself."

The sound of the flute is full of joy, the shopkeeper is happy, and you have made money, so let’s strike while the iron is hot: gentlemen, guests, and those who have taken advantage of the show, Mr. Zhu Xiao’s kindness is hard to get rid of. Instead of showing up once a day, you will show up three times a day. Let's throw money!

For a while, after the morning show, it was the afternoon show, after the afternoon show, it was the night show, and there was also a temporary filling show. Mo Liang's show was almost catching up with the oiran.

Everyone loves freshness, and some benefactors even specially gave up other husbands to praise Mo Liang.

Now someone is upset.

The colleague is an enemy, and the husband who was robbed of his business secretly revealed the truth.Within two days, a piece of news spread wildly: Mr. Zhu Xiao is so romantic and incomparably ugly, wake up, the shopkeeper Chai of the Nanfeng Pavilion deliberately used gimmicks to fool everyone.

Mr. Sun, who wasted money, is not happy: Mr. Zhu Xiao of my family is a peerless romantic, if you don't believe me, I will show it to you!

Mo Liang was in a hurry, and pressed Bai Sha down.

Sun Gongzi was even angrier: No way!Must lift!Be sure to run from head to toe in a romantic way, pour the country and the city, and slap those bitches back fiercely!

Damn, if you lift it up, it's like slapping yourself in the mouth, okay?When Mo Liang was in a hurry, when he tried hard, he was sweating profusely and dripping water. That little bit of strength was not enough, it simply couldn't stop Mr. Sun's determination to lift the veil.Entangled and entangled, seeing Lu sinking, a voice sounded out of thin air: "Sun Lao Liu, it's you, who robbed me of the oiran last month, why did you fall in love with Mr. Zhu Xiao again?"

This voice, so familiar?

Mo Liang looked over from the hazy light in the white gauze: his brain is full of fat, his brain is full of oil, and his chin has three folds of flesh. It is the fat and oily boy who pushed him into the red oil soup and beat him to bed for three days.

Mr. Pi laughed so hard that his jaw trembled: "Sun Lao Liu, you are so stupid, he is the ugly monster I beat up a few days ago, thanks to you, you still threw a lot of money into it, hmph, let him make a fool of himself!"

Sun Gongzi was angry: "Fuck your mother, you are not letting the oiran play around. You have time, but you deliberately hang up to prevent you from seeing, and trick you into giving money."

Love rivals are extremely jealous when they meet each other, the two are torn apart, one scolds the other stupid, and the other scolds the other dumb.

When they got excited, people gathered around to watch.

It's not good, if this quarrel continues, sooner or later it will focus on "Master Zhu Xiao's true face".Taking advantage of the chaos at this moment, Mo Liang leaned over quickly, slipped the blade in his hand, cut a strip of cloth on the fat and oily boy's clothes, and quickly wrapped it around the side.Then, visually inspecting Mr. Pi, he is about 1.6 meters five and weighs more than 280 kilograms. Ignoring his measurements, if he falls... Mo Liang looks at the right place and puts the broken bowl that he has been carrying with him for a long time behind him.

Cursing and cursing, Mr. Pi danced and danced: "Mr. Zhu Xiao, right? Come here, let me see your face... ah... ah!"

I saw the fat hand drawing a circle in the air, and the obese body fell backwards.

boom!Fell to the ground!

bang!The table fell on him with a bang!Crashing, all the plates and dishes on the table fell on him, and some of them crackled and shattered on the ground!Good guy, Mr. Pi is the big fat pig in the dish!

"What's wrong with you, Mr. Pi! It's okay, Mr. Pi, you're not hurt, Mr. Pi!" "Here, give me a hand, help me quickly!" A group of dog legs swarmed up, scrambling to get out of the red oil-stained chicken legs, bass, water, wine and ducks. Pull an arm and a leg.

Mo Liang quickly went over to help Mr. Pi, with a flick of his hand, the rotten bowl went into his sleeve, and with a wave of his finger, all the evidence was wiped out.

Mr. Pi was ignorant and didn't know what happened, so he wiped his back: blood on one hand.

Mr. Pi's face turned pale all of a sudden, and he howled suddenly: "Ah! Father and mother! Dead! Help! Call Langzhong, Langzhong!" It fell down again with a bang, on top of other broken bowls and plates.

pretty!It was done professionally!

The crumbs on his back were enough to hurt this kid for a month and a half. This is because he didn't play hard, otherwise he would not die and be half disabled.

Under Fan Yang's hat, Mo Liang smiled, and in the midst of howling ghosts and wolves, he floated away with his bamboo flute.At this time, a powerful qi surged up from the soles of the feet, spread along the limbs, and the blood vessels stretched, accompanied by a pleasant voice from the system: "Defeat the target Pi Gongzi, and the host's force value will increase by ten points."

Ten points, awesome!

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☆, crappy type, technical warm man