Chapter 1270: 2 melons

Yang Ling rubbed his hands with Ding Cong's neck and shook his head. The forehead was swaying and arrogant: "Gua, you are a melon, give me the rules of Laozi!"
"Dog's day let go, don't let go, I smoke you!" Ding Cong's face was red, and he slammed Yang Ling's hands and legs. ?
After a few minutes, I watched Ding Cong turn white, and Yang Ling let go of his hand and looked at him with no eyes.
"Cough ~~! Oh, your uncle! Not two fruits!" Ding Cong gasped and touched his neck, and his eyes were angry.
Yang Ling feels that his heart and blood are draining!
After a long time, I stood up and lost my soul. I faintly stunned Ding Cong and Chu Yuan with a look of weakness. "Do you both know how the beans die?"
"The third child is not saying that he is forced to hold the Yuanshen by the power of the rules?" Chu Yuan was carrying the fruit, and he said that Yang Ling was almost calm and indifferent to the death of Ding Cong.
"That is the official saying, in fact, he is stupid!" Yang Ling said with a smack.
"Swelling?" Chu Yuan paused in surprise.
"Hey! He just ate the fruit in your hands, and then said: Ah! I am better off counting the ball, and then he is dead."
"Hey?" Chu Yuan was stunned. He looked at the fruit in his hand and said, "What about the swollen?", then stuffed the rest into his mouth and chewed and said, "Why didn't I... ".
When his words were not finished, Ding Cong, who was frightened, slammed his mouth.
"Hey... Hey... let me go!" Chu Yuan slammed Ding Cong's hand.
"I advise you not to say that word!" Yang Ling's face was black and smashed Chu Yuan's foot. "Let's go! Let me see what you are going to eat and you will know how much it costs! The power of the rule is not You can understand this slag."
"Slag your uncle, go and go, I do not believe this kind of shit, stingy Basha." Chu Yuan did not care to pat the stand up.
"Gua... two melons..."
Yang Ling whispered, and went black into the temple of Lingxiao Palace, and the diamond-shaped spar on his hand was thrown on the test bench.
"Is the unknown item, the equivalent of ore worth 100 billion stars is required to detect the item. Is there an inspection report?"
Yang Ling turned a blind eye to the long list of numbers and directly chose confirmation.
The account he owes to the system is already unclear. The one is owed, the ten is still owed, even if there is one more zero, he doesn't feel any more, let alone the area of ​​ten billion, sprinkling water! Anyway, killing him is still unclear.
As a green light sweeps through the stone table, a test report pops up on the light curtain.
"The dead spirits, no grade minerals, value: high, is it worth evaluating the transaction value?"
"Drip ~, Necromancer, evaluate the value of 8 billion billion stars, whether to trade?"
"I rely!"
Originally, Yang Ling’s spirit, which was so low that he was going to suffocate, suddenly shocked. He couldn’t help but scream, and completely threw the things that had just been eaten by Ding Cong and Chu Yuan and left the two rules.
And Ding Cong and Chu Yuan, who came back with their hooks, were shocked by Yang Ling’s blame. After they saw the information on the light curtain, they could be stuffed into a big duck egg.
"I rely on ... I rely on ... wealth, great fortune!" Ding Cong is incoherent.
"Like a slot!" Chu Yuan also followed a sigh, excited to grab the red crystal in his hand.
"Hey! Let you see the value of the rules!"
Yang Ling did not think of such a small piece of spar, even worth 80 billion, this value is nearly eight hundred times higher than the six-level Xuan Jing, but the fruit of the rule...
Yang Ling's eyebrows flashed, and a golden fruit appeared in front of him, and he was placed on the test bench.
"Drip, the unknown mineral, the cost of testing the item needs to be worth 760 billion equivalent ore, is there a test report?"
Yang Ling’s eyes were black and he felt that the brain was flowing all over the place.
"Drip ~, regular fruit, rare species, minerals, time-regulated energy, value: ??, use:?? Is there a transaction value assessment report?"
"Drip ~"
The evaluation fee that jumped out on the light curtain made Yang Ling feel that he had been squeezed by the juicer. He almost ruled the results and assessed the transaction value of 1o trillion. Is it sold?

"Hey!" Ding Cong did not stand up straight, and Chu Yuanzhen’s strange screaming of the dead spirit in the hand was thrown out, and then the eyes of the eyes rushed up.
Yang Ling’s hand quickly rushed to collect the rules into the sea of ​​gods.
"The second child, let me take another look." Chu Yuan holding Yang Ling's arm pleaded.
Yang Ling blackened his face and crossed his neck and said: "Gua, look at it! The special ten trillion... Ten trillion, you two!"
"Old... second child, what are the rules of the game? What is the use?" Ding Cong also woke up at this time, his face became very...distorted.
How to put a fruit on the special value is worth 10 trillion ~ EbookFREE.me~ I know... I don’t call Chu Yuan to force it to share!
The fruit worth ten trillion, it must have the function of against the sky, even if it is not used for eating, is it the capital that is bragging?
If Yang Ling knows Ding Cong’s thoughts, he will not mind killing this pothole brother.
Chu Yuan’s wish to look at it again, Yang Ling certainly can’t satisfy him, and he deeply understands this dull character. When he can eat, he never has a mouthful. So, Yangling popularized the rule knowledge for the two goods, and finally Don't swear by two goods, of course, you can't just curse or die, lick the words, and then start thinking about the fate of more than one hundred miners.
Because he only has the last two rules, he can't save them with the method of saving Ding Cong, and he can't afford it. The cost is too high. A fruit can make at least one invincible in the future. Master, those miners can't afford it, and they don't have that life.
But selling the rules to pay back the accounts, Yang Ling did not consider it.
It’s the uncle who owes it!
......
Do you want to go and see?
Returning to the mine again, looking at the stone that was half-inserted in the translucent mask, Yang Ling was caught in a tangle.
Cover... cover...
Yang Ling suddenly stared at the huge hood, and a cover appeared in his mind. A wretched gnome hid in a hood and kept chanting at him.
Is it... is this something left by a gnome or other primitive aborigines?
Yang Ling thinks that the more it feels like this. 8