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Chapter two hundred and eighty fifth(2/2)

Well, the exception is Jiang's side.

Zheng Li shook his head. He saw that someone had already brought his captain over in anger. This was not Shiqian City... It would be better to let him suffer a little.

Zheng Li didn't care about other people's affairs, so he went to visit the shopping area over there first.

I agreed to a certain cat's extra meal, a certain car's new game... By the way, let's buy some small things for Yuying to make amends.

Not to mention, the service area and commercial area are quite well-equipped. There are game stores, equipment stores, and clothes sellers. Zheng Li went shopping all the way, buying what he needed to buy and playing what he needed to play.

To Zheng Li's surprise, he received several more business cards.

He didn't think that his appearance was outstanding, nor did he think that those spirit races had strong perceptive abilities to perceive his own spiritual characteristics.

As for my reputation... I may have it in Shiqian City, but among this group of people, I am really not the top one.

"Haha, you don't know? We actually just want to find a sword master to live with. After all, the spirit tribe needs the sword master's spiritual energy. But most of us don't want to go to the battlefield to kill people... It's been a morning , you are the only one who really comes here to shop, play games and enjoy life."

Well, Zheng Li's expression became more and more subtle.

It turns out that you are annoyed by others chasing you. It is rare to meet someone who doesn't like you, but in the end he takes the initiative?

"And after we have carefully sensed it, you have a psychic network, at least a plurality of Eldar... Your psychic quality should be extremely high, and you don't need us to go to the battlefield for you, so naturally you will be more favored. .”

Zheng Li smiled helplessly and declined the enthusiastic Eldar salesman. He bought the hairpin she was selling and planned to give it to Yuying as a gift.

He also knew that "it's not worth it but it's more valuable" was just a joke. Since these spirit tribes still came to participate in this activity, they still had to have some idea of ​​​​contract.

It's just that they are really war-weary, and the enthusiasm of other sword masters is indeed a bit scary. It's a shame to quickly make a contract and go to the battlefield. For people like Zheng Li, the scarcity of things is more valuable.

After taking a closer look, the conditions seemed really good, so I left a contact information... Even the psychic compatibility was not tested, so it was still far from a real contract.

Now, everyone is in the testing stage, which is also commonly known as the Neptune... stage of casting a wide net. How to develop next is a matter of the future.

With such a turn of events, Zheng Li no longer wanted to wander around. Carrying a bag of gifts, Zheng Li was ready to go back.

But halfway through, when I was feeling thirsty, I saw a milk cafe.

"Bring a drink to Yinghuo and Yuying."

Walking near the counter, he put down the gifts in his hands and ordered two cups of milk tea and one cup of coffee.

Anyway, I had nothing to do, and the Eldar waiter was quite pretty, so we just chatted for a few words.

"Oh, I am from Shiqian, do you know Shiqian City? Well, it is a beautiful place, but once, there was a monster named Shijing who caused chaos, and the people were in dire straits... There was a man

.......Zheng XX......"

As he talked about it, the story got longer and longer. As he was talking, Zheng Li angrily criticized Zheng XX for being ruthless and unjust.

"...Oh, he was happy, he became a hero, but he left a mess and several victims..."

The more he spoke, the lower Zheng Li's head lowered. Sweat had already wet his vest. Cold sweat dripped from his forehead and dripped directly into the coffee.

The delicate female shopkeeper smiled and gave Zheng Li a drink... Zheng Li still didn't dare to look up.

"Thank you... I've finished what I have to say. I'll kill you or chop you into pieces, it's up to you..."

"It's not 'you', it's 'you'. I'm not the only victim."

The blue-haired store manager in a men's suit smiled, lowered his body, added sugar and milk to Zheng Li's coffee, and also helped stir it.

"Boom!"

The coffee suddenly spilled. It wasn't because the store manager did something...but because Zheng Li's feet had lost control and he knocked over the table.
Chapter completed!
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