Martial World Chapter 516: Clear Dutch
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Why is there a little girl in your place?
Lin Ming looked at the eleven or twelve-year-old girl in front of her, holding her trouser legs, sleeves, and patches on her trousers. She had a heavy wooden tub in her hand, and Liu Haihai in front of her was hanging With crystal drops of water, on the young face, her nose is very straight, her lips are round, her face is flushed, and looking at her is like looking at the green apple in the hazy drizzle, a fresh, simple, and innocent The smell is coming.
The little girl was also surprised to see Lin Ming, but after just a few breaths, she understood what she said, "You are the big one in Nine Five Six Six?"
"Darium?" Lin Ming shook his head. "I am not a terrible country, do you live here?"
"Well, my name is Qing He, I live here with nǎinǎi, and I will take care of the diet and living in Dajin in the future."
The little girl was talking. The curtain of the tent was opened. An old man with a flower armor appeared at the door of the tent. He had full head white hair, his face was covered with traces of years, and his eyes were slightly dirty. Showing a respectful sè.
"Darsen, dinner already is ready, please enter for dinner."
The old grandmother and granddaughter Qinghe are both slaves, but they are also slaves, and the identity gap between them is also very big. Lin Ming is martial artist, which is a big deal for them.
In the troll tribe, martial artist above the condensate period is the main wealth producer. Collecting blood evil crystals depends on these inputs. In order to ensure that they can invest more jing power in the mining work, they are free Spoon diet has special care to live.
The two ancestors and grandchildren entered, and Lin Ming's servants entered.
Everywhere in the tent, it's empty. The tent zhongyāngalready set down a low table with a plate of greens, a plate of pickles, a small dish of bacon, and a large bowl of fragrant rice.
Not a big dinner, but it smells strong. Lin Ming was stinging on the grassland. He ate a lot of Qianliang, and the bird was fading out of his mouth. When he saw this table for dinner, his index finger moved, and he took the bowl and chopsticks and clipped a piece. Put the bacon in your mouth and bite it down.
"It tastes great!"
Lin Ming in the heart admired that he himself practiced martial arts, and his appetite was much better than usual.
At the end of eating, Lin Ming looked up inadvertently, and found that in the corner of the tent, Qing He was watching the bacon under his chopsticks, and quietly pursed his lips.
Qing He saw Lin Ming looking over, and suddenly panicked, and said with some guilty conscience, "Do you want to drink water when you enter?"
"I'm not thirsty, haven't you eaten yet?"
"I have eaten it. Let ’s eat it for already first." The old woman pulled Qinghe beside her and motioned to hurry to pour Lin Ming a glass of water.
Lin Ming realized what, put down the chopsticks, and turned around in the tent at will. The tent is too small, and it can be turned in a few steps. The furniture inside is poor and there is a rice bowl behind the cooker. Lift the rice bag in the rice jar by hand, fluttering lightly.
Open the lid, there is a small half-pot of porridge, there are scattered wild vegetables floating on the porridge, the rice grains in it are almost counted, it seems that this is the dinner that the grandparents entered.
Seeing these scenes, Lin Ming in the heart doesn't know what it feels like. The ancestors and granddaughters are both entrants and slaves. In this troll tribe, their life is difficult to imagine.
I ate a few meals today, and I ate a few rations of them, especially the pile of bacon ... Thinking of Qinghe's anticipation, Lin Ming felt a little worried.
In the troll tribe, these ordinary slaves are the most insignificant group. They are really not even as good as the cattle. If they are divided into a bad master, the end will be miserable.
"Do you usually eat these?" Lin Ming lowered the lid.
"Hmm ..." Qing He's silent nod, his eyes red.
"What about the cattle and sheep behind the yard?" Lin Ming pointed to the outside of the tent, and there were many cattle and sheep tied in the backyard.
"That's the cattle and sheep of the Lord's family. We can change some rice every time we go out and put them."
Lin Ming sighed, took out some True Yuan stones from Xu Mijie and put them on the table, "Qing He. Ming Ming went to buy fish, chicken, duck, and some rice,"
"This ... can't be used." Qinghe whispered, "Only bloodstones can be used to buy things here. This kind of stone cannot be used, and we are slaves. We really take the bloodstone to go out to buy things. Maybe Robbed ... "
Bloodstone is a currency created by cutting and dividing low-level bloodshaker crystals. Ten thousand bloodstones are equal to one bloodshaker crystal. The ethnic rules of the troll tribe do not protect the slaves. The slaves take the bloodstones to buy things. Being robbed can only be considered unlucky, and even killed, as long as the slave owner is compensated for some money.
Lin Ming felt panicked. He put away all the True Yuan stones in Xu Mijie and said, "Go to sleep, I want to cultivate ..."
"Hmm ..."
The tent is very small. Two grandparents enter a small house crowded next to them, leaving the main tent and rest for Lin Ming. Lin Ming sits on the bed, takes out a Medicine Pill from Sumi Ring, swallows it, and starts a little A little repair of the meridian, as long as the meridian is penetrated, True Yuan can be induced to speed up the healing of the bone marrow. By the time of four or five years, Lin Ming can fully recover.
Before that, Lin Ming could only endure.
For healing, Lin Ming stayed up all night.
In the early morning of the second morning, Lin Ming was bright, Lin Ming heard the sound of a collision of pots, bowls and pots on the side of the tent. After a while, Qing He opened the curtain and revealed a small head and said, "Da Ru , Eat. "
The morning is very simple. A plate of pickled vegetables and half-pot wild vegetable porridge. Because of my arrival, the porridge this morning is much thicker than what Lin Ming saw last night, probably because of this, Qinghe eats it. Very sweet. After eating a bowl of porridge, I licked the bottom of the bowl.
"I'm full." Qing He said crisply, washed his dishes, walked to the backyard, took the cattle and sheep, "I'm going to put the sheep."
"Be careful." The old woman warned, starting to clean up the chopsticks, seeing this scene, Lin Ming said nothing, but drank his porridge, a twelve-year-old girl, is growing up , Only drink a bowl of porridge for a meal, and go to lamb, this is the ordinary life ... In fact, there are some crab meat from the mysterious realm of Xu Mijie, but the Fire Element energy in the crab meat is too much. Rich and unable to feed Fan, he plans to use True Yuan stones to exchange bloodstones for the grandson and grandchildren to improve their lives.
At this moment, the fence door of the backyard was pushed open, and two trolls standing about a foot tall appeared in the backyard. When Qing He saw the two trolls, his face turned white, and retreats lost a few moments. In the step, a small fist subconsciously blocked his chest, obviously frightened by the two trolls.
"Moda enters the third husband to have children, and the cattle and sheep don't need to let go, they are all collected." The troll head, said expressionlessly, Moda's third aunt had a son, and wanted to feast on three concubines. Will be slaughtered.
After he finished speaking, the other troll went to attract cows and sheep. There were two cows and five sheep in total.
"This ..." The old-fashioned in the heart has an ominous premonition. These cattle and sheep can exchange for a bag of rice for another half a month. If they are taken away at this time, can they still exchange rice? "Two big entrants, these cattle and sheep ..."
The trolls who collected cattle and sheep didn't bother to bother, and suddenly looked up to see Lin Ming, huh? Here is a martial artist?
The civilian slaves without martial artist are clamoring for poverty, but it is different with martial artist, which has a lot of oil and water to search.
"Huh? Why are two sheep missing?" the troll said suddenly.
The face of the old woman suddenly turned white, "Dajin, how is this possible? At that time, we just took away five sheep, how could it be less ..."
"Nonsense, I say less is less!" said the troll, pushing it to the old woman. The troll was strong and strong, and this one must be pushed down to break the old woman's bone.
However, the troll's arm was only half pushed out, and it was held directly by one hand. Lin Ming appeared expressionlessly beside the old woman.
"Boy, you are so brave!" When the troll was angry, he wanted to pull his hand out, but his hand seemed to be cast by iron, and he couldn't pull it.
"Do n’t talk nonsense, how much are two sheep, I will pay you!" Lin Ming in the heart is just like a mirror, knowing their purpose, and do n’t want to talk nonsense. Liquidation together.
"Ten bloodstones, take them out!" The troll stretched out his hand.
"You ..." Qing He's eyes were red, tears swirled in his eyes, "Ten bloodstones can buy five cows!"
The troll just sneered and ignored Qing He's words at all.
"No bloodstone, only True Yuan stone."
"Hey, True Yuan stone needs a hundred pieces!" True Yuan stone has little effect on trolls and the conversion ratio is very low.
"I'll give you a hundred True Yuan stones and leave two sheep. This is my bottom line!" Lin Ming kept holding the troll's arm while he was talking. murderous aura shrouded in that troll.
The troll suddenly felt cold and sweating. Lin Ming's hands were like iron tongs. This troll Bi Jing was only a devil-level soldier. At this time, he was forced by Lin Ming and was a little scared. He took True Yuan Shi, left two sheep, and left hurriedly ... At this noon, the old lady stewed a steaming mutton feast, mutton soup, Xiao Qinghe ate a little blush, and filled with a happy smile.
"Brother Brother, let me have this for you."
Xiao Qinghe kept feeding Lin Ming with lamb while eating, and then he looked forward to waiting for Lin Ming to eat it, and he asked each time, "Is it delicious?"
"It's delicious." Lin Ming replied earnestly, in the heart couldn't help but be sorrowful, with meat and clothes, this is ordinary happiness.
After eating mutton, Lin Ming began to meditate and healed his injuries. In order to recover his injuries as quickly as possible, he couldn't even comprehend the laws of time and space.
In this way, in the past of Ri Ziyi, the Mocang tribe never organized to mine the ancient blood shards, and this time, Lin Ming's injuries and meridians finally recovered.
True Yuan flows happily among the repetitive meridians. Thick True Yuan swirls condensate in Dantian, and the dazzling luster. In the bones, the restored bone marrow is shining, and the marrow is like gold soup ... Boxing, "It's time to clear up, but before that, I can absorb the disillusionment."