Chapter 238 Don't Let Him Live, Don't Let Him Die (Please Subscribe)

  Sun Shuyi obviously didn't know that his sudden interest in cakes would lead him into a big trouble. Of course, he couldn't be the core character. In Ke Xiaoliang's setting, he was just a clue and an introduction.

   Soon, when the 'story' unfolds, maybe even his fellow disciples will no longer care so much about his life or death.

  At this time, Sun Shuyi delusionally wanted to find delicacies that surpassed Ke Xiaoliang's pastry shop through the path of the wasteland world, but he didn't know that Ke Xiaoliang's pastries were not so "cultivating immortals" in essence.

   After all, apart from Ke Xiaoliang, there is probably no "Tian Dao" that is so outrageous, using the calculation of heaven to deduce the wonderful recipes for making pastries.

   It is precisely because of this "heavenly level" delicacy that Ke Xiaoliang's pastries will always sell well.

  Of course, in order not to attract too much attention, Ke Xiaoliang did not put 'medicine' in the pastry, but made the delicious taste soft and refreshing.

  Not addictive, always in mind, but occasionally recalled, as if there is an inexplicable connection with a city or a scene... It can probably be called "the feeling of food".

  People often think that they like the cakes there because they like a city, but they don’t understand that what they like is actually the cakes there, and they also like a place.

  Of course... Belvedere itself is indeed a very beautiful and elegant small town with a fascinating charm.

  After warning the woman in the cake shop, Sun Shuyi temporarily put the matter aside.

  Even if it is the second generation of Xiu, his mind is not full of women and pretense.

  At this time, Sun Shuyi was in the wilderness outside the city, together with some friends he met in the wasteland world, struggling to kill monsters.

  In the wasteland world, killing monsters is one of the ways to get plot points every day. Although they come rarely, the victory is stable.

   And this kind of daily life is also the reason why Ke Xiaoliang always needs to ensure his magic value and has a large inventory.

  Ke Xiaoliang must maintain this kind of daily foundation, so that more monks will always be interested in traveling to other worlds, and only then can those masters who spend money on cultivating immortals see hope. They understand that sooner or later, they will be able to accumulate enough plot points and get what they want in the world of God's Domain.

  Drawing big cakes is a last resort, not a long-term solution.

  People will be deceived by beautiful illusions for a while, but they will never be deceived all the time. So when you have no capital, you rely on cheating. If you have capital, you have to go ashore immediately and do business in a down-to-earth manner.

  Ke Xiaoliang understands this truth, which is why his Huzhong Realm is booming. Except for a few salted fish gangsters, everyone else, from the big bosses down to Mengxin, are all wage earners under him.

  The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled down from the hole where the sky tore the cloud.

  On the wasteland covered with red light, some weeds with thorns have grown.

  Teams of people gathered in the city to drive away tamed monsters and pull heavy carts.

  There are a lot of monster bones piled up on the cart.

   A long time ago, killing monsters would leave no corpses behind.

  Because the demon sealers would choose to absorb ‘乙’, and of course... also because Ke Xiaoliang wanted to recycle the corpse, saving a little is a little.

  But now, as long as the demon sealers don't take the initiative to absorb the 'X' that breaks out after the monster dies, the corpse will remain.

  Some people say that this is the change brought about by the appearance of the Giant of Light.

   Of course, some people think that this is because of the impact on the world after the legendary **** came to the world.

  It's like... the beast tide.

  Some things that were originally between illusion and reality have all become real.

  The monsters that originally looked like energy bodies have also become real flesh and blood creatures.

   Farewell to the teammates who formed a group to kill monsters, Sun Shuyi counted today's harvest, feeling satisfied.

"As long as you save another 3,000 plot points, you can customize an E-level rune combat suit for Junior Sister Mengxi. She will definitely look beautiful in it. And when she goes out for a walk in the future, her defense will also increase greatly. I will be assassinated by those demon cubs of the Demon Sect..." Thinking of this, Sun Shuyi had a gratified smile on his face.

  A mature Tim Gou knows how to pay tribute in a timely manner, and does not need the goddess to personally supervise.

  Although he is the second generation of Xiu, but the plot point...he is also lacking!

  The Artifact Refining Sect is also rotten. Fresh items like rune battle suits, spirit stones are not for sale, and only accept reservations with plot points.

   Came to the door of the Simil cake shop again, Sun Shuyi looked at the closed cake shop and showed a sneer.

   looked up and looked at the surveillance cameras on the surrounding street corners.

   "Very well, everything has been destroyed. In this way... no one will know that I did it. Even if the shop owner suspects, there is no evidence." Sun Shuyi was about to smash open the shop door.

   Suddenly seeing a corner not far away, he retracted his head.

   "Who? Who's there?" Sun Shuyi asked loudly.

   Then he moved his feet, and the person had already rushed to the corner.

  A woman with light yellow curly hair was quickly turning the wheelchair and running towards the depths of the alley.

  Sun Shuyi sneered ferociously.

   "Run? If you refuse to hand over the formula, can you run?" He didn't have too much doubt, and directly chased after him.

   Then watched the woman get into the elevator.

  Sun Shuyi rushed into the elevator, and before he could threaten again, he felt that the elevator was weightless and was falling rapidly.

   "Oops... I fell for it!" Although Sun Shuyi is a dog, he is not a stupid dog. How can he not know at this time that he has been tricked?

  Just as he was about to slash with his sword, he broke free from the space limitation of the elevator first, but a sweet smell filled the small space.

   Immediately afterwards, he felt unconscious and drowsy, as if he was about to fall asleep.

   "Enchanting pollen has an effect on him, but it needs a higher concentration. He is not a saint, but an immortal!" Sun Shuyi seemed to hear such a voice in a daze.

"What is the pollen of obsession? What is the saint? What is the undead alien? Wait... I am the undead alien! This is one of the aborigines' names for our monks. I was caught by the aborigines? They...why Want to arrest me?" Sun Shuyi's mind gradually became slow and numb.

   "Back... back...!" Sun Shuyi wanted to open his system panel and choose to quit the world.

  But soon his mind became more numb, and he even lost his ability to distinguish and think.

   Already in the elevator at the bottom, several people in black cloaks looked down at Sun Shuyi.

   "Himir! You made a mistake, you hired the wrong person. He's a damned undead, but...we can't kill him."

   "Although he doesn't know anything, once we kill him or let him go, those smart guys among them may deduce something."

   "So we can't let him live clearly, and we can't let him die. He must always **** a lot of fascination pollen to maintain this lost state." A man in black robe said to the woman with light yellow curly hair.

  The woman looked a little flustered, and looked at Sun Shuyi with hatred in her eyes.

  In her opinion, it was Sun Shuyi's behavior that misled her judgment.

"Forget it, arresting undead aliens, studying them, dissecting them, and exploring the truth about their immortality are also one of our subjects. So don't waste this material, send it to my laboratory!" Another enveloped in black said the man in the robe.

   This is the 19th day of five consecutive challenges!

   Ah... Another day of getting up at five o'clock!

   This is winter... winter... winter! If possible, who wouldn't want to be a lazy dog ​​and sleep until ten o'clock?

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