The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 201 Look, Mi
Amei turned her face sideways, covered her mouth, covered her eyes with her slender fingers, and looked distraught.

"What's wrong with you?" The Golden Man happened to be beside Amei, and asked in surprise when he saw her like this.

"Where is the king I can help..." Amei's eyes dropped small pearls.

She casually grabbed the thin-mouthed perfume bottle that fell to the ground when the Omen Hunter died, snapped her fingers, lit a cluster of flames, and scorched the body of the bottle.

The spices emit fine smoke during heating and emerge from the mouth of the bottle.

Amei took a deep breath of the fragrant smoke, and exhaled a smoke ring with a long sigh, with vicissitudes of many stories in her expression.

"Inhaling spices into the body is a pagan practice that can only be done by corrupt perfumers." The Golden People said, "Aren't you afraid of death?"

"Don't meddle in your own business, little brat." A Mei's tone became old-fashioned and quite unfriendly.

"The people of gold are not little kids, they are people who have been blessed with immortality." The people of gold said in a dissatisfied tone, "Eternal gold."

"That's also a brat." A Mei took another sip of the perfume bottle, "Empty has a life, no strength, but a fart, a softie."

Amei tied up part of her flowing pale golden hair and pulled it into a side ponytail.

Then pulled another one.

Then got another pair.

The thick hair has two pairs of double ponytails, and there is still a lot of hair left. A total of four golden ponytails are on the side of the head.

Wuming came over: "What kind of shape, it's quite unique."

"Don't bother me." Amei said in a breath of smoke.

"What's wrong?" Wuming asked.

"The world is so big, why can't I find a real king." Amei said melancholy, she pointed to her head, "Another illusion has been shattered, I have decided to use this to commemorate the person I misunderstood."

"What do you want the king to do?" Wuming asked.

"This is the tradition of our clan, guarding around the kings, protecting them, and watching over them." Ami replied, "You don't understand, each clan has its own tradition... although I don't understand either."

"Looking for the king, why don't you go to the king's city?" the golden people said.

"You mean the King of Blessings?" A Mei said, "The name is very bluffing, the most blessed demigod, but I have never seen it, he keeps his head hidden all day long, is mysterious, and does not have the bearing of a king at all."

The people of gold shook their heads: "It's not the blessing king, but the king of Elden, the king of the beginning has returned."

"Ge Fulei?" Amei was surprised, "I haven't been to Wangcheng for a while, is there such a thing?"

"Of course." The Golden People lowered their heads and smiled, "The King of Blessing...is just a false king who doesn't get the approval of the Golden Tree, and has disappeared in the face of King Ge Fulei's return."

"King Geoffrey's prestige is very high." Wuming said, "When the elevator came up, there was a huge statue of him. It's so magnificent—it always feels a little familiar."

The people of gold said: "King Gefrey is the real king who deserves his name. The sculptures and portraits are all over the place. People look forward to his return day and night-if you want to find a king to help you, you should go to the king city and find King Gefrey .”

"Gefrey..." Ami murmured to herself.

She grabbed her chest and closed her eyes tightly: "No, he's too old. I want a young and handsome younger brother."

The people of gold were a little speechless: "You have a lot to do—and King Gefrey is very handsome!"

"I don't want that kind of handsome." Amei said confidently, "I want little fresh meat!"

Wuming also said: "Ordinary kings and younger brothers have nothing to do with each other."

"That's why I need to assist in the cultivation." Amei said, "You don't understand, I like the cultivation department, witnessing the kind-hearted weak grow into a king, that is what I pursue."

"There's something wrong..." The people of gold stayed away from Ami.

Wuming felt the same way: "I also like to watch the younger generation grow up. I feel a sense of comfort and peace of mind that there are successors."

"You understand very well." Amei looked at Wuming with some surprise.

"However, there are also positions to accompany people's growth." Wuming said, "Isn't that what you're talking about a witch?"

Hearing what Wuming said, Amei felt even more melancholy.

She took another sip of the perfume bottle: "Do you think it's too late for me to change my career to become a witch?"

"It's a coincidence, isn't it?" Wuming said, "I'm recruiting witches. Free training in witch skills, lectures by famous teachers, teaching, meeting and distribution. I'll take 20.00% of it."

Amei thought for a while: "I'll go and listen when the time comes, and assign me a handsome, muscular guy with blond hair, thank you."

"This request is not easy to find." Wuming said, "Millier, who is in charge of making connections, may have more information on this aspect. I will go back and ask him."

Amy nodded.

"Actually, if you don't have any requirements for the king's appearance, you can relax the criteria for choosing a king, and you can find many good people." Wuming persuaded Amei.

"But I want to recruit such a person." Amei said stubbornly.

"Understood." Wuming nodded, "I also like your request, you have great taste. And you must be sunny and cheerful, good at using thunder guns."

"Yes, yes, yes." Ami agreed.

"I still need to wear a barrel helmet." Wuming continued.

"It doesn't matter." Amy said.

"What do you know?" Wuming was excited, "Even if you are handsome and handsome, you have to hide it in the helmet, so that it will be amazing when you take it off!"

A disagreement arose suddenly, and the two who had a good talk realized at the same time that the other party was not the same person, so they kept silent tacitly and stopped talking.

A Mei said slowly: "You have said so in detail, is there actually such a candidate? The owner of your sword?"

"It's already dead." Nameless said, "Don't even think about it."

"It's dead..." Amei whispered, "It really looks like it."

She took another sip of her perfume bottle:

"I don't care about the helmet, and the king my brother met didn't wear a helmet very much."

"Brother?" Wuming asked.

Ami's tone was low:
"Yes, I have a younger brother. Unlike me, he met the king he believed in. Even if the guy is dead, he will follow him without hesitation, even if it will make him die."

"My younger brother has been stupid since he was a child. He has all the strength, but his brain is always abnormal." Amei blew smoke rings, "He is a guy who has not known him for a long time, but he believes that the other party is his king, and he has many years to live , but also swear to follow. I can't understand that kind of thinking."

Wuming said: "Maybe it is because of the long life that those who would rather shorten their life to be with them are cherished especially; those things that can make us sacrifice our life and burn our lives are the really important things. "

"The elders in the clan also said the same thing. They said that having a king they are willing to protect is a happy thing." Amei curled her lips.

She said to Wuming: "Did you know that my brother is very good at using guns. Although he is not smart, he is really good at marksmanship. He is the best gunman in the clan. He is the only one in the clan who can use two guns flexibly... "

"It seems that you like your younger brother more than the king." Wuming looked at Amei who was talking about her younger brother endlessly.

A Mei lowered her head silently: "I tried to persuade him, but that brat didn't listen to me anymore. He said I didn't understand, that he had grown up..."

She raised her head: "I want to meet my king and experience what it feels like."

As if thinking of something, she tied up the rest of her hair and tied the last long ponytail on the back of her head.

"Okay, five horses to divide the body." Wuming applauded Ami's new look.

"Is it ugly?" Amy asked.

"Very chic." Nameless said.

Ami found a hooded cloak to cover her hair.

She gave Wuming a blank look: "You promised me, find me a king who meets my requirements."

"No problem, I became acquainted with priests professionally." Wuming said, "I have traveled all over the world, and I have met a lot of handsome men and beauties. I have seen all types. You can first choose the style you want."

Wuming said that he used light magic to transform into several characters:

"Look, Amy."

In the light, there is a strong and burly man with a flame-shaped crown covering his eyes, a handsome face slashed by a knife, and a thin gray-haired boy with a hood on his back on his broad body, who is also feminine and handsome.

"Look, there are all types." Wuming said, "The double-door elder brother who cares about his younger brother, the sick and delicate younger brother."

"Why are you still lame?" Amei noticed that both of them had bad legs and feet.

"My younger brother is not in good health. My elder brother is going to help my younger brother bear the curse. I will give you a sample to see which one you are more interested in." Wuming said, "I can find you according to this in the future."

Amei was a little entangled: "Sounds good, my brother has a sense of responsibility, I can chat with him, my brother really wants to be loved and loved... I think I want everything."

"Okay? They're all dead." Wuming said, "I'll find a new one for you later."

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Wuming finished drawing a big cake for Amei, and turned to look for the trace of the perfumer.

After subduing the omen hunter, Wuming found several perfumers in the ruins.

The few perfumers were not very friendly, but after seeing the corpse of the Omen Hunter, they immediately became friendly and as docile as a chicken.

"What's the matter with you?" Wuming yelled at the perfumer, "We are here to ask for help, and we are also here to help you. Why are you attacking me?"

The perfumers were a little silent.

Wuming pulled out a fire whip from his fingertips and whipped it around, threatening them.

"My seasoning stove!" The perfumer was really intimidated, and rushed to protect a fragrant stove, "I said, I said."

The perfumer murmured: "We thought you were here to attack our patients. You see, the omens of hybrids are all beings who are cast aside by the border. We are afraid that you will harm our patients."

"It's so touching." Wuming said, "But we have people here who know your details."

Amei stepped forward: "Ominous omen hunters don't seem like people who can treat patients. Do you treat patients with a hatchet?"

"Amputation, amputation." The perfumer's voice was quieter, a little guilty, "A hatchet is needed for amputation."

"Wearing that mask is for hunting ominous omens," Amy said. "Don't think we don't understand anything."

The perfumer said: "Now that you know it, you should understand that we are going to eliminate the pollution phenomenon of bad omens."

"Physical destruction?" Wuming said.

"Of course not." The perfumer said, "Through special spices, let them die painlessly in a peaceful sleep. If they are destined to die, this way is much better for them."

The perfumer said: "This fragrance is made of water lily mixed with various spices. The effect is similar to a hypnotic drug, but the dose is stronger, and it will not wake up even if it is injured..."

As the perfumer said, he suddenly pushed down the incense burner he was holding in his arms, and threw it at Wuming and the others.

The censer fell down, and a large amount of spices and mist poured out.

Paqi Dajiao and the others immediately fainted and made a sound of falling to the ground. The Golden People held on for a while, feeling a little shaky.

"Quickly, quickly, bring those buckets of spark incense over here." The perfumer hurriedly greeted his companions, "Pile them up next to them, form a circle and detonate at the same time, killing their grandchildren."

The perfumers were in a hurry, preparing to carry the explosive barrels, when they suddenly found two people standing in the same place, safe and sound, amidst the clouds and mist.

Wuming and Ami were fine, Wuming slapped his hands, as if he wanted to push the smoke away.Amei took a deep breath, and seemed to be enjoying the lethally strong spice.

"How is it possible?" The perfumer was shocked, "A rune bear should be numb with this dose."

Wuming heard the incomprehensible exclamation of the perfumer and said:

"Probably because I'm more energetic. I'm getting old and feel less sleepy."

"Run bear?" Ami grinned, "That dose is not enough."

The two of them rushed out like hungry tigers and monsters in the fog, beat up the perfumer and tied them together.

Until the perfumer was tied up, Dajiao and the others did not wake up, and they did not know how much the perfumer had used.

"You people are really bad." Wuming criticized the perfumer, "I don't make it difficult for you, why do you always want to play dirty tricks?"

The perfumer with a bruised nose and a swollen face mumbled indistinctly with his mouth turned into a banana.

"Forget it, I wasn't looking for you in the first place, and you probably don't have any good research projects." Wuming said, "I'm looking for a person named Tolixia, do you know where it is?"

"Torisha?" The perfumers looked at each other and said vaguely, "He is also one of us, but he personally accompanied the hybrids and the omens to the cemetery."

"To be buried with you?" Wuming was shocked.

"No, it's just to accompany them in their death, to ensure that they can get good care before they die." The perfumer said, "It's in the cemetery below."

The perfumer puts a sausage mouth on the cliff on the side facing the sea.

Wuming looked over there, and there was indeed a road below, and an underground cemetery was quietly located at the entrance of the cave below.

"Although they cannot be cured, let them return to the tree safely." The perfumer said, "Pray that they will not be a bad omen in the next life. This is the only thing we can do. You have to deprive them of the sleep of death." ?"

"What I want to take away is that they no longer have to choose to sleep peacefully." Wuming said and jumped down, heading straight to the cemetery.

"Do you want me to come with you?" Ami asked from above.

"No need, Ami, take care of these perfumers, as well as Dajiao and the others." Wuming said and walked into the cemetery.

　It is for this dish of vinegar that I got this name (actually there is also a dish of vinegar
　　
　
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