No Jokes Here

Since eating Zafente's skewers, Lin Qian'an habitually went out to eat skewers every night, hoping to meet Zafente.

It's not because of the stubbornness of his skewers, but mainly because after eating his skewers, people can feel the baptism from the soul to the body, and the whole person will be much more relaxed.

And after listening to the music he played, the faint pain in Lin Qian'an's chest when he was breathing would also disappear.

Hard work paid off. At 12:10 pm on June 7th, Lin Qianan finally saw Zafente at the night market again.

Along with a pleasant piano piece, Zaffint also appeared.

"Mr. Lin Qian'an, you seem to have been waiting here for a long time? I'm really sorry, but please forgive me for being late!" Zafente stood up and saluted.

"Don't say these polite words, grill me twenty kebabs and ten vegetarian skewers." Lin Qianan swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said directly.

"Okay, no problem, so what song would you like to listen to?" Zaffint said, placing the skewers on the piano skewer cart.

"You look good." Lin Qianan said.

He himself does not have any artistic appreciation ability. It is only because when he was in the orphanage, an aunt who could play the piano would give them a music lesson every once in a while, so he wrote down some relatively famous pieces.

"Then, please enjoy the piano song "Postal Carriage"." Zafente said, sitting directly in front of the piano skewer and playing.

After a while, Lin Qian'an asked Zafente while eating the skewers, "How much? You can't stop it this time, or I won't eat well!"

"I am also a small business, Mr. Lin Qian'an, you are joking, the meat skewers are two yuan, the plain skewers are five yuan, and the sincerity is fifty-five yuan. This is a QR code." Zafente said, and took out a The receipt code smiled.

Lin Qian'an was quite surprised when he saw this.

According to reason, Zafent should be a stalker. Without an identity, he should not be able to do this kind of online payment.

For this reason, Lin Qian'an specially prepared some cash in advance, but he did not expect Zafent to have a receipt code.

After scanning the QR code to pay, Lin Qianan discovered that the other party's name was also "Night Market Pianist".

"Thank you for your patronage!" Zafente smiled at Lin Qian'an.

"Mr. Zavente, will you come tomorrow?" Lin Qianan asked.

"After midnight, I travel to various cities. As long as someone wants to enjoy my performance, I will come, but if there are too many people, I may be late for a while, so please apologize." Zaphant said .

"That's it." Lin Qianan nodded and said, "Then I won't delay your work, goodbye."

"Goodbye, Mr. Lin Qian'an, I wish you a good dream tonight." Zafente said with a salute.

After speaking, he sat down and played the tune and left, a sudden distortion appeared in the space in front of his piano kebab cart, and then his figure disappeared.

Lin Qianan watched all this, and his expression became a little surprised.

He didn't expect that Zaphant's piano kebab car actually has such a space capability.

Judging from the situation, it should be going to a night market somewhere.

To be honest, Lin Qian'an really wanted to let Zafent bake hundreds of skewers for him in one go. In that case, even if a skewer only had 0.1 stalk points, he could get dozens of stalk points.

But Lin Qian'an didn't do it in the end.

Being too utilitarian can sometimes lead to a very tiring life.

And he felt that if he did that, he might never see Zaphant again.

With a smile, Lin Qian'an extracted all the stalks from the ten meat skewers, and then began to happily eat the skewers in his hand.

Every skewer is a piano piece, like opening a blind box. Even if Lin Qian'an is hungry, he is a little reluctant to eat it all at once.

He decided to pay back the manuscript fee, so he bought a small refrigerator to store Zaffint's skewers.

This way he can save it and eat it slowly.

Since that day, Lin Qianan can meet Zafent outside that fixed alley every night.

It's just that the time will be somewhat uncertain.

Sometimes it's exactly twelve o'clock, sometimes it's one or two o'clock.

It's half past two at the latest.

After Lin Qian'an asked, Zafente said that he needs to rest at three o'clock, so the business hours are from twelve to three.

There are skewers to eat, but Lin Qian'an doesn't mind waiting a few hours. Anyway, as long as he eats Zafente's skewers, he won't feel mentally exhausted if he slept for two or three hours.

June tenth.

As a non-staff member of the Dragon Team, Lin Qian'an received a salary of 10,000 yuan, but his progress in the game was still stuck, but his internal cultivation base had already made a significant breakthrough.

He felt that the acupoints between the eyebrows were getting weaker and weaker, and maybe within this month, he would break through to the innate realm.

When going out to buy breakfast in the morning, Lin Qianan met his landlord Xu Zhan.

It was a dead mansion just like him, one year older than him, twenty-four years old.

Usually people basically don't go out, they rely on takeaway food for a living.

He also has a sister Xu Xin who is not related by blood. She is fifteen years old and is in high school. It is said that her grades are very good.

"Good morning, Xiao Lin." Xu Zhan greeted with a smile.

"Good morning, Brother Xu." Lin Qianan also responded with a smile.

Seeing Xu Zhan leaving full of energy, Lin Qian'an's expression seemed a little weird.

Since Xu Zhan's parents passed away in a car accident two years ago, he has always seemed a little depressed, and he basically never laughed again. Later, he stayed at home and did not go out.

Even his sister had a hard time getting close to him.

I didn't expect to see a smile on his face now for the first time.

Suddenly, Lin Qianan seemed to think of something.

Yes, this template, he is also a protagonist!

It looks like this is finding hope.

This is quite good.

After breakfast, Lin Qianan spent two hours coding, then turned on the game computer and started the game.

The game "Drink That Bottle of Witchcraft" has been sleeping on him for more than ten days. He has been stuck in the place of the flaming witch. No matter what, he will fail, and he has not obtained any useful information. Lin Qianan even has a rotten The plan to save the customs clearance record directly.

Three hours later, Lin Qianan failed again. Although he had prepared a large amount of anti-fire potions in advance, he was still burned into charcoal by the flame witch.

Legendary characters are so powerful.

Lin Qian'an even thought that the Flame Witch might already be on the same level as Tong Zun.

Suddenly, Lin Qianan's lower abdomen dantian felt bloated again.

He raised his eyebrows, and began to circulate his true energy to hit the acupuncture points in the center of his eyebrows.

After ordering a takeaway at noon to eat, Lin Qianan started playing the game again.

He doesn't want to let himself get stuck here all the time. Anyway, he has countless opportunities, and after repeating it dozens of times, he will definitely find a way to pass this level.

The time came to nine o'clock in the evening on June 15th.

Lin Qianan once again failed to refine a legendary potion recorded in the refining notebook, and he felt a little irritable.

He has collected this material for a long time, and this failure means that he has no chance next time.

Just at this time, a new client came and asked for a high-level healing potion.

Lin Qianan thought about restarting the next round quickly, so he replaced the blood of the demon beast with red thorn tree vine juice.

Except for the similarity in color, the properties of the two can be said to be completely different.

Just when Lin Qianan thought that the refining was about to fail and was then sanctioned by the other party, the screen showed that the refining was successful.

[Hint: You have successfully refined the Intermediate Healing Potion. ]

Although it was not a high-level healing potion that the other party needed, it opened up an idea for Lin Qian'an.

That is the formula recorded in the medicine refining notebook, which can be changed.

However, just when Lin Qianan was overjoyed, the game characters were sanctioned by the client.

[Holute: Raphael, you actually failed to refine even high-level potions. It seems that your strength has dropped a lot. Quickly hand over the secrets and benefits you obtained from the Land of the Fallen God. 】

[Raphael: Secret? What a secret! 】

[Holute: It seems that you won't say it unless you suffer a little. 】

Having said that, the odd-looking troll on the opposite side grabbed the game character and started brutal torture.

During this process, Lin Qianan tried to struggle, but to no avail.

The strength gap between the two sides is not small.

In the end, the game character was tossed to the brink of death. The troll named Horut showed a puzzled expression and looked at the game character who was paralyzed in the corner.

[Holute: This is not Raphael, where did he go? 】

After this sentence, the words "Game Over" appeared on Lin Qian'an's screen.

Although he still failed this time, Lin Qian'an could see something from the other party's attitude.

Thinking about it carefully, apart from the guys at the beginning, the people who later found the game characters to dispense medicines were those who had a certain intersection with the game characters.

And it seems that their purpose is not only to get the potion~www.readwn.com~, but also to test the details of the game characters.

It seems that they all want to know what the game characters have gained in the Land of the Fallen God.

Even these people want to plunder them directly from the game characters.

Lin Qianan recorded the details and restarted the game directly.

This time, with the experience from the last time, he also began to try to modify the formula on the medicine refining notebook.

The initial revisions were still prone to errors, and Lin Qian'an didn't find the rules at all.

But after he succeeded once or twice, he almost understood the general logic of refining witch medicine.

Black ring snake venom plus bat wings and highly poisonous blue-leaf grass equals voodoo potion.

Carrion flies plus sewage sludge and a little troll hair make for a foul-smelling potion.

A little stout liquor, a little spinach, and a little nutritious chicken thigh meat make up a drunken potion that can increase your strength when you get drunk.

In fact, there is no fixed formula for the refining of witch medicine. In essence, witch medicine is the rarity of the material, plus the knowledge of the item and the magic of the wizard.

The rarer the material, the more deeply the effect of cognition is, and the better the effect of the refined witchcraft potion.

And the more common the material, the more the cognitive effect contradicts the refined medicine, and the more **** the refined witch medicine is.

And many materials themselves do not have corresponding effects, just because there are many rumors in the circulation, so they are recognized as having corresponding effects.

To put it simply, witchcraft potions are actually spiritual potions.

If you think it has that effect, then the medicine made from it will have the corresponding effect.

All the logic is the three words "I think"!