Chapter 774: You're So Annoying to Death

  Fang Xian sorted out all the items he had obtained in the game, and his bag was almost full.

  Firstly, it's the academic skills type, Fang Xian is both an old Miao medicine and an old flower craftsman, combining the two to create a fresh flower medicinal dish, with beauty-related things being no exception. This unconventional skill will be very promising in the future.

  As for the physical strength of the underground fighters in the legend, it should be no problem to deal with ordinary people. When encountering professional practitioners of Sanda and Muay Thai, they still need to be taken seriously.

  Then there are the items brought back, although the big fishing net is not very useful, it's a milestone commemorative item. Later on, there will be Gu Miao and Gu Min, flower seeds and flower pots. Note that Gu Miao and flower seeds will automatically replenish one each month, with an upper limit of ten. These two things should be the core of future development.

  Apart from this, there are six Soul Fragrances. This thing is like perfume after being brought over, and it seems that spraying it once will settle the matter, very convenient. The specific effect will be tried later. The Five Poison Beads have been made into an amulet-like shape, with a red thread worn through them, and can be tied to the wrist, truly a considerate old master.

  Finally, Fang Xian put two bundles on the bed.

  "Yeh, let's just drop it." Fang Xian opened the package given by Li Dama with a flourish.

  As expected, it's packed with stuff inside.

  He picked up three strings of broken copper coins, weighed them, and found the weight to be sufficient. It's unclear whether these genuine ancient coins are worth selling; if they were sold as antiques, the first bucket of gold would come easily and pleasantly.

  Embroidered shoes and iron swords are the same, although the workmanship is a bit rough, they are all genuine and valuable handmade products of the Song Dynasty. As for the jade bangle, it looks quite transparent, but its specific value is unknown, Fang Xian casually put it in his pocket.

  Then there were those two crumpled hand scrolls. Although Li Xun was uneducated and untalented, his parents were genuine master thieves, and he hoped these two moves would be powerful.

  Fang Xian stretched out his hand and had just touched the first scroll when the rotten paper disappeared.

  "What... have I learned..." Fang Xian's tiger body shook, and he looked up to see Fang Mang, who was brewing poetry in the middle, "Ice Heart Secret!"

  Only to see Fang Xian's hands fiddling in front of his chest for a while, as if a ray of light burst out from the tip of his middle finger. Fang suddenly looked stunned, his fat face shook, and his eyes became clear. "Life and death are predetermined by heaven, let Fang Xian live at ease here."

  "It seems to be useful!" Fang Xian was overjoyed, this Ice Heart Technique in the game was used to remove negative states such as dizziness and frenzy. After being transformed through the dimensional space, it seemed to have been given a new function. So he applied it to himself again, only feeling a surge of energy throughout his body, his mind clearer than ever before, and all fatigue and irritability were swept away.

  "Not bad, not bad." Fang Xian was very satisfied with his own sustainable development strategy and had this trick up his sleeve. From now on, he could be a master or a life coach, and he would have more than enough to eat.

  He then eagerly touched another scroll.

  Fang Xian's tiger body shook again, and when he looked up, he saw Fang Mang sitting calmly in the chair: "Fei Long Tan Yun Shou!"

  This time Fang Xian didn't make any moves, and in the blink of an eye, a red bellyband had already appeared in his hand.

  "This is too much..."

  "Brother, what kind of move is this?"

  "Come on!" Fang Xian turned to Yue Ru with an evil grin, "I bet it's purple! Flying Dragon Probing Clouds Palm, take you down!"

  After a loud shout, Fang Xian raised his hand, but it was empty.

  "You must be sick."

  "This... Fang Xian's face turned shallow in thought, is this move too BUG? Do I need to accumulate power? The legendary long-time CD ultimate move? Thinking of this, Fang Xian felt another pang of heartache, his first time was actually given to Fang Mang's belly."

  "For a moment, no belly wrap, skin empty and airy...". Fang hurried over to grab the belly wrap, twisting his stout body with embarrassment as he rushed into the toilet.

  The specific situation will be tested later, in short, these two moves seem to have been really learned.

  The package is settled, and next comes the cloth bag.

  Opening that simple cloth package, a deeply colored gourd was inside. It was indeed purple and gold, almost dazzling Fang Xian's eyes.

  Pick up the gourd, Fang Xian had another inspiration, and it seemed that Ling Hu Jiao was also settled.

  "What's this test...?" Fang Xian scanned the room and spotted Su Mei eating potato chips with her legs crossed, watching TV. "Hmph, little fox, just playing around."

  Su Mei turned her head and saw the big calabaza, her expression tensed up, subconsciously jumped off the bed and hid in the corner, her big eyes shining with tears: "Dad... Mei did something wrong, Mei will change... Dad don't punish Mei..."

  "You little demon, I'm already immune to this move. Don't be afraid, just one more time, and I'll let you out honestly." Fang Xian smiled evilly, opening the gourd stopper, "Ling Gourd Curse!"

  Three seconds passed without anything changing.

  "It must be the wrong way to open it..." Fang Xian changed his posture, "Ling Yu!"

  Three seconds passed without anything changing.

  "Rub, said that can collect monsters... Dimensional conversion is indeed unbelievable, and the difficulty of cross-platform transplantation is high."

  "Cut..." Su Mei saw that there was nothing to do, so she jumped onto the bed and sat cross-legged watching TV. "This gourd is specialized in collecting monsters, but thinking carefully, I'm not a monster now!"

  "Hehe." Ling'er hugged Su Mei again, "But I still want to call you Little Foxie~~~"

  "Listen to your aunt!" Su Mei stuck out her tongue at Fang Xian.

  "What's the grudge?" Fang Xian stuffed a bunch of things into the giant double-shoulder backpack for tech guys, adjusted the collar of his cool and elegant outfit in front of the mirror, "Let's go, check out."

  The hotel front desk, Fang Xian felt he had gone too far.

  Although the business suite can accommodate more than one person, he only registered himself at that time. When checking out, a whole family followed behind him. Without mentioning Moonlight, another muscular and benevolent-looking bald man appeared, with a **Lolita dressed in a cute COSPLAY outfit below.

  The sense of discord is too severe, and the front desk staff are already at a loss for words.

  The waiter's refund, Fang Xian has been vigilantly looking around, afraid that the black tourist group would not disperse.

  It's okay, it's already past three in the afternoon, they probably have a schedule.

  Originally booked six nights at the hotel, but actually only stayed for 4 nights, so it seems like I saved a bit of money, and the soft sister coins in my pocket can still support me for a while.

  Then, a group of five people walked out of the hotel in a grand and impressive manner.

  "Uncle, this big fat guy is blocking me." Su Mei pointed at Fang Mang's butt and cursed at Fang Xian, "None of my business."

  "Carry me on your back, uncle."

  "Get lost."

  "Ah~~~~~~~dad~~~~~~~~~~~Wuuuuu......" Su Mei knelt on the ground and cried loudly.

  "...". Fang Xian let out a loud whoop and scooped up Su Mei, letting her sit on his shoulders.

  Su Mei supported Fang Xian's neck and felt very comfortable: "The view is still good here."

  Fang Xian was indulging in this scene, and it seemed that even children wouldn't be honest: "Don't pee anymore, these clothes are very expensive."

  "Uncle, you're really disgusting! I'm not a kid!"

  "......hi."

  This line is going home, back to Fang's house, only his family's yard can withstand so many terrifying species. As for how to get home, it's also a problem, five people, taking a taxi, no driver will take them.

  It's come to this, although it's very dangerous, there's nothing for it but to take a bus!

  At least one thing is lucky, there are long-distance buses that go directly to the county town where Fang Xian lives, and it was because of this that he rented a house here.

  Then, they stood in line again waiting for the bus.

  Always forgot to mention, Fang is still wearing the kitchen attire, wearing coarse cloth clothes with rolled up sleeves, wearing canvas shoes on his feet, and a kitchen knife tucked at his waist that he can't bear to put down, paired with his stout and shiny bald head image, still quite intimidating.

  When waiting for the bus, men get bored and love to smoke.

  He pulled out two Zhongnanhai cigarettes and handed one to Fang Mang: "Want one?"

  The chef stared at the cigarette in front of him: "What's this?"

  "Did you have pipes back then? It's like a simplified version of cigarettes, light it up and smoke, finish smoking and throw it away, no need for water pipe bags."

  "It's interesting." Fang hurriedly took over the cigarette, looked at both ends, and put the tobacco end in his mouth to chew.

  "Brother, you're holding it upside down."

  "Mind your own business, don't bother me."

  "... Fang Xian didn't care about it and lit a cigarette while waiting for the car."

  I don't know why, but when Fang is busy chewing tobacco, he always has a feeling of eating a lollipop. After chewing for a long time, Fang suddenly spat it out and threw away the cigarette: "It's strange, how did so many flavors get mixed into this tobacco?"

  "Is this okay?" Fang Xian asked in surprise, "This is a blended cigarette, using many different types of tobacco leaves."

  "No wonder, I thought my sense of taste had degenerated recently." The fatty spat out the remaining saliva in his mouth to get rid of the lingering flavor. "I don't smoke, just curious about this cigarette. My master told me that tobacco and alcohol can numb one's sense of smell and taste, if you want to be a good chef, these two things are absolutely forbidden."

  "This is unlikely......" Fang Xian turned and asked, "Who is your master?"

  "Master Abe is very famous, you must know him." The fat chef said with a proud tone when mentioning his master.

  "Ah Bei... Ah Bei Shifu... sounds a bit familiar, but in the culinary world... I only know of the Little Chinese Master!"

  "Right, right! Abi Shifu is indeed Xiao Dangjia's mother."

  "It seems like I remember now."

  A certain long-distance bus with a 9-digit license plate entered the station, and Fang Xian went up first. He spent over ten yuan in one breath. With more people, the cost of everything has doubled.

  The driver has seen countless people every day, but this time the five people who came up in a row had some impact, even he was slightly moved. When looking at Fang Xian, he was very calm, when looking at the little girl on his shoulder, he was somewhat not calm, when looking at Yu Ruo Ling Er, he was extremely not calm, and finally seeing the white and chubby Fang Mang, he completely calmed down again.

  Life is full of ups and downs.