The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 221 Gege
Ashmi's changed dragon still maintains a human posture, but with a small tail and four crooked horns growing out of its head.

But it is too skinny, and it seems that it is not as powerful as before.

"Is this what you mean by becoming a dragon?" Amei said, "Isn't this a sheep?"

"What kind of sheep, it's obviously a dragon." Wuming pinched Ashmi's slender chin with one hand, and pointed at the dragon's horns around her with the other, "Have you ever seen a sheep with such horns?"

A bighorn sheep passed by at the right time. The huge horns on its head were thicker and mightier than Ashmi's, and they were also twisted and intertwined.

Wuming was silent for a moment, then picked up the hairless tail on Ashmi's back, which was neither thick nor too small, just the size of a very ordinary hairless tail, and immediately changed his words:

"Has such a tail?"

"Aren't you proud that you don't have a sheep's tail?" A Mei sneered.

Yula was originally like Ami, she was shocked when she heard Wuming said that she could transform into a dragon.When I saw Ashmi's image, I was also a little disappointed:

"Forget it, I'll think of another way—"

"Don't worry, it's up to you to maintain world peace." Wuming quickly persuaded Yula.

"protect the world's peace?"

"If the 2000 million goods fall into my hands, I can't guarantee that the world will be peaceful." Wuming said.

"But your so-called Jackie Chan..." Yula was in a dilemma.

"Isn't this piece suitable? There are more."

As Wuming spoke, he discharged five pieces of gravel.

It can be seen that there are three pieces similar to the one in Ashmi's hand. The dragon pattern on them is clearly visible.Two of them appeared to be carved from temple stone, and shimmered.

There are two other pieces, the pattern is much blurred, it seems to have experienced more years of baptism, full of traces of wear and tear.

"The effect is different." Wuming handed it to Yula.

Yula didn't answer: "You let your men try first?"

So Ashmi took another stone and transformed again.

This time it really let out a soul-stirring dragon roar, no matter how long the dragon man was, he looked much more mighty.The palms became sharper, the body was covered with scales, and the head finally looked more like a dragon than a sheep.

"How is it?" Wuming patted Ashmi's shoulders covered with scales, showing Yura's tight muscles and dense scales like introducing some luxury car.

Ashmi's sharp claws waved, causing the sound of piercing the air, stimulating Yura's eardrums, and even parrying Yura's long teeth with his bare hands, almost breaking the long knife.

The dragon man transformed by Ashmi has the breath of a dragon, the roar of a dragon, the sharp claws of a dragon, and the body of a dragon...

This time, Yura's eyes finally became eager.

"Is this really the power I can get without eating the heart of a dragon? Since ancient times, power has a price..."

Yula verbally refused, but her eyes could no longer move away from the stones.

"Is there any price? I didn't think there was any price when I used it. If there is a price, I have paid for it for you." Wuming said, "If there is any price - if you beat that blood finger, you can't kill it, give it to me Keep it, I'm going to ask her about the Bleeding Dynasty."

"But she never talks," Yura said.

"That's not a problem." Nameless said, "I have so many witches."

Nameless handed the stone to Yura, and taught him the ritual of using the stone in detail.

Probably thanks to Yula's previous exposure to the Dragon Feast Ceremony, Yura had already learned it by daybreak.

He took off his iron hat, took off his clothes, and with a roar, a strong dragon came out from behind the big tree that blocked everyone's sight.

"Sure enough, it's the power of a dragon." The leader spit out words, bent his arms, his muscles bulged, showing explosive power, "a strong body, a beautiful life..."

The phantom dragon head emerges from behind him, roaring with him:
"And the power of the dragon!"

Wuming applauded him: "Okay, okay."

Yura walked in front of Wuming with a solemn expression: "Thank you, now I can challenge Eleonora."

"That's quick, and it's best to finish it within a month." Wuming said, "Don't let me wait for the flowers to fade."

Yura was full of confidence: "I'll track her down and lure her out, and I'll start making plans right now—how do I change back?"

"Ah..." Wuming said.

"Ah?" Yula's long eyes looked suspiciously at Wuming.

From this sound, he heard something bad.

"I suddenly remembered." Wuming scratched his head, "It seems...it can't change back."

"What?!" Yura's eyes widened, "How is it possible? Didn't you say that there is nothing wrong with this ceremony, and your subordinates have also changed back!"

"Ashimi can change shape..." Wuming whispered, "Actually, it doesn't mean that you can't change back. I could change back before, but the method of changing back won't work for you."

"What method?" Yura asked hastily.

"Dead." Wuming gestured to his neck with a knife, "If you die, you can change back, and then wait for the blessing to resurrect you."

"Ah..." Yura said.

"Maybe this is the price of strength." Wuming comforted him, as if Yura became like this because of a natural disaster, and he was just a kind bystander who didn't blame him at all.

Yula buried the dragon head in the iron hat for a while, and finally accepted the result.

"Forget it, I didn't expect to gain power without paying a price." Yula said, "Compared with Long Xiang who is destined to embark on the road of destruction and no return, the change in body shape is already considered good."

Yura put on the cloak again, modified the iron hat a little, and put it on to cover the dragon's head.

"Eleunora will never give up." Yura said, "She will recover from her injuries first, and then wait for the right time. There are too many powerful people in your caravan, and she will not rush over."

"You mean, let Amei stay away from the caravan as a bait?" Wuming asked.

Yula shook her head: "From her performance last time, no matter how strong your caravan is, she will choose to attack. But her strength is limited. In order to become stronger enough to rival your caravan, she I will definitely pursue strength further."

Yura packed up her clothes, and the body covered in the cloak was now inflated.

"She will find more dragons to hunt and kill, and she will also go to the Longxiang Church, and she will arrange people to monitor these places. I will personally go to the Dalongxiang Church in Gailide to block her."

"Okay, I'll have someone monitor the position of the dragon clan." Wuming nodded.

"There is also a Longxiang church in Nimgofu." Yura said.

"What about Ningmgfu and Longxiang Church?" Wuming said, "Why don't I know."

Yula wants to come to the map and mark the location for Wuming.

Wuming discovered that it was not far from his base camp in Ai Lei Church.

Inquiring about the location again, I found that it was actually the cave where I helped Burke get back the tailoring tools.

At that time, he left after finishing dealing with the demihumans in the cave.

"It's easy to handle. I have plenty of strength over there." Wuming said, "There were many arrangements and traps in order to block the bell bead hunters."

Wuming and Yula immediately went to arrange manpower non-stop. Yula marked the habitats of the flying dragons he knew on the map, and Wuming contacted partners in various places to help keep an eye on the dragon knight.

But Wuming asked himself that he was a businessman, and a businessman's investment would never rest on a possibility.Rune needs to be placed in multiple baskets to be reliable.

In addition to finding the next home of the Blood Dynasty, it is best to let the people of gold also accept the Blood Rose.

Wuming investigated according to his own research direction and discovered the acceptance of commodities by the people of gold.

Commodities that can last forever and have the same lifespan as them are the best, if not, then at least 100 years of lifespan.

This group of golden people don't care about other attributes of the product, and the shelf life is what they care about most.As long as the life of the product does not meet the standard, they will prefer to hide runes in the treasure chest, and they will not spend them even if they are buried in the soil.

"Scrooge." Wuming held his treasure chest of runes, and scolded the group of people who scrounged for gold.

"Continuing to scold them won't send Rune into your pocket." Melina sat across from Wuming, and she has been pulled by Wuming for the past few days, acting as a consulting expert when Wuming investigates the people of gold.

Along with Melina was the man of gold, but he offered very few opinions, and only very few particularly outrageous proposals would inspire him to speak out against them.

For example, using a curse to defile the entire Asian altar and reverse the golden people's obsession with immortality is a proposal.

Melina said: "I suggest you make your goods in pure gold, so that they will be willing to hand over the runes in their hands - and only if the original gold utensils in their hands are just broken."

"No, we don't have gold reserves at all." Wuming said, "If you want to make gold products, you can only melt down my gold chariot-this is absolutely impossible. And this is not a one-time deal-I can only sell it once, And even if you get new gold, you won’t be able to sell it a second time within a hundred years.”

"Then what can you do?" Melina asked.

Nameless thought for a moment:

"It takes too much time to change customs, and the current plan is to use customs to defeat customs."

Wuming said: "The people of gold, they adore the Golden Tree and Malika, right?"

"What do you want to do?" Melina was alert.

"How about we make products in the name of Malika and then sell them?" Wuming suggested, "For example, what kind of headbands are the same as Malika, and the same style of clothing as Malika. Or lie to them that our clothes are Queen Malika. used to be worn."

"I support you, the next one that will be buried alive is your caravan."

"Then how about we engrave the pattern of the golden tree on the product?"

"The Eternal Golden Tree will dissipate as your merchandise is damaged, and angry Golden People will think you're making a vicious metaphor for the Golden Tree - or you'll be buried alive."

The prophecy of being buried alive shattered the illusion of the nameless and made him ponder in the dark reality.

Wuming got up: "Let's go, let's go to Wangcheng."

"Go to the royal city?" the Golden People said, with a strange tone.

"Go to pay homage to King Ge Fulei." Wuming said in high spirits, "Besides the Golden Tree, Two Fingers, and Queen Malika, the people at the border still worship Ge Fulei, don't they? And even Ningmgfu and other places also like Ge Fulei King Frey. This is the real idol of the masses. The change of concept can be from top to bottom, as long as their idols are the first to wear our silk robes, raise our wine glasses, and decorate the palace with our flowers, then The people of gold who worship him will definitely follow suit!"

Wuming clenched his fists: "Ge Ge's underwear of the same style, the people of gold will definitely like it, so let's blow Rune hard."

The more Wuming thought about it, the happier he was, and he jumped up and down to prepare the carriage.

Facing Wuming's back, Melina turned to look at the people of gold: "Aren't you going to stop him?"

"Very well, I support him." The Golden Man said, "Then he can be torn apart by King Graham."

"You really want him dead," Melina said.

"But not necessarily, he might succeed." The Golden Man grinned.

Seeing that smile, Melina shook her head and left.

She had to go over and persuade Wuming not to try to touch the lion's butt.

After Melina left, the Golden People sat where they were, their smiles disappearing.

"She thinks you are laughing at Wuming for being overconfident." Amei walked over.

"Are you still there?" The Golden People were not surprised by Ami's appearance, and seemed to have known that she was peeping from the side.

"I promised Wuming to monitor you." Amei said, "I promise to complete the task before the contract expires!"

"But Wuming was there just now. According to your division of labor, you shouldn't be staring at me."

"I'm willing." Ami rolled her eyes, "I'm telling you to do what you do and love what you do. As a family, we pay attention to dedication. When we work, we take the initiative to adapt to the environment. It is impossible for the environment to adapt to you?"

The people of gold were speechless and began to change the subject:
"Do you think I'm not laughing at Wuming?"

"Of course not." Ami said naturally, "I've been staring at you for so long, why can't you figure it out?"

"What am I thinking?"

"You seem to be..." Amei thought about it, pointing at the people of gold, "laughing at yourself."

"You don't think so?"

"Don't underestimate me, our hearts are very sharp—and I have very good eyesight." Amei said, "Plus, after staring at you for so long, I can read your psychology from your micro-expression."

"Heh..." The Golden People disagreed, "Then how do you know that my expression is real?"

"Micro expressions can't lie." Amei said, "Your soul is connected to your face."

"Then how can you be sure that this is really my face?"

Amei frowned: "What do you mean? This is not your face?"

"I didn't say that anyway..." The Golden Man looked away and kept shaking his legs.

Amei got up straight away, leaned over to the Golden Man, stretched out her hand and pinched the sharp and thin face of the Golden Man, "Knead it into a fox and into a pig".

"Hiss—it doesn't look like a mask." Amei stared at the face, pinching her chin, "It doesn't look like a mimic either."

Seeing Ami's distressed expression, the people of gold broke away from Ami's control with a slight smile, glanced and smiled.

"It's not a mask or mimicry, so it can only be a transfiguration technique that directly affects the change of the body." Amei said, "The Golden Tree is proficient in the technology of life and body, and it should be a related secret technique, which can change the mysteries of living things. Yi... the golden family?"

The smile of the people of gold froze suddenly:

"Of course I am a man of gold."

"The Golden People are not the same as the Golden Clan." Ami shook her head, "The Golden Clan refers to the direct descendants of Geoffrey, that is, the royal family that once ruled the Golden Dynasty—I have some contact with them, so I know it very well. "

Amei's eyes staring at the golden people became more and more condensed and fierce, as if she wanted to see through the golden people:

"Speaking of which, we haven't asked you what your name is. It can't be seen that your small body is also from Ge's generation—what's your name? What is Ge?"

Hearing this, the people of gold suddenly laughed:
"You are mistaken, I am not from Ge Zi's generation."

"Impossible..." Ami murmured, "As far as I know, there is no other way. You can't say that you are a teardrop, can you?"

"Don't you have very good eyesight, and you are good at reading micro-expressions. See for yourself if what I said is true." Goldman said.

Amei really focused on the people of gold, looking up, down, left, and right over and over again.

Then he stretched out his hand and pulled the people of gold to the side.

Where they were standing, huge scorching stones fell to the ground, still steaming.

"It's dangerous, but luckily I have good eyesight." Amei wiped her forehead.

Just finished speaking, the stone exploded.

(End of this chapter)