Chapter 9: Flying snail

"Hello, my name is a flying snail. Do you have any help?"
Zhao Shi faintly looked at the Mai boy who looked at him sincerely, as if he was thinking of something.
Games such as the 60% authenticity game "Xian Shen Ji" have forced many lawless players into PRG party players.
Everyone speaks more aboriginals than the aboriginals, knows more local knowledge than the average aboriginals, and even more extreme is that they are even more aboriginals in life than the aboriginals, and no one can single out non-indigenous ones The problem came out.
As long as you want to get better development in the game, you must integrate into the natives and become a native.
But not everyone likes to pretend to be natives to play games. Even if wealth and power cannot make them succumb, they still play games with their own habits and methods they like.
Among these people who have no game planners in their eyes, there are actually a few people who can make their heads and become high-level monks.
Such people are called fundamental PRG players by the players, who believe in entertainment first and maverick.
Zhao Wu saw that a poorly dressed poor man dared to stand in front of his carriage, and he drew his whip over, and said angrily: "Where is the poor boy, dare to block my Zhao family's carriage?"
Although Zhao Wu is not a martial artist in the body-refining realm, his stats are also around 1.1. He is a strong man. When he goes down, he immediately draws the sound of breaking the air in the air. Not to mention a thin slum boy, he can beat even a cow. A red stamp came out.
Zhao Linger exclaimed: "Zhao Wu, no!"
The young man in this slum with this whip would have to take at least half his life.
"Don't use your hands."
A surprising thing happened, as if it had been expected long ago, the tattered linen boy gently jumped aside, easily avoiding Zhao Wu's whip.
Zhao Wu's face turned red. Yesterday, he was stunned by a master in the early stage of body refining. It was not as strong as a person.
Today, even a thin slum teenager can't help but be fooled by him.
The young master is still watching from behind. If the young master thinks that Zhao Wu is just a waste of eating rice, he still has the face to work in the Zhao family.
"Do you dare to resist?"
Zhao Wu's face flashed ruthlessly, and before Zhao Ling'er spoke again, the whip was drawn at the Mai Yi youth like a violent storm.
Zhao Wu swung the whip so loudly that he couldn't even touch the corners of the young man's clothes. Under the whip shadow of the violent storm, he swayed around like a stroll in the courtyard, making Zhao Wu was so sad that he wanted to vomit blood, but there was no way.
Zhao Wu was panting, continuous whiplashing had a serious impact on his physical strength, and now he didn't even have the strength to stand upright.
The Mai Youth smiled and said, "Come on, come again!"
Zhao Wu reluctantly got up again and swung the whip, but he dodged it easily, and then said to Zhao Shi: "Master, your servant is too weak, do you want to think about us?
Although we cannot be your subordinates, we can still do things for you. Anything is fine, as long as there is a reward. "
Zhao Shi said lightly: "Oh? Reward?"
The flying snail was shocked when he saw this. Isn’t he playing treasures here for so long just to find a task?
"I will work for you. You can give rewards, money, and items. It is best to use martial arts secrets."
Zhao Shi sneered: "The secrets of martial arts are not passed down in the hands of various families in the city. What task do you want to change?"
The flying snail said: "There will always be such a task."
"Zhao Wu, come back, you are not his opponent, don't be ashamed anymore."
Zhao Shi said softly.
Zhao Wu returned with a flushed face, lowered his head, afraid to look at Zhao Shi and Zhao Ling'er.
"As long as you can take my sword, I believe you have the strength to obtain martial arts secrets, are you willing?" Zhao Shi said lightly.
"No problem." The flying snail channeled himself. In his eyes, Zhao Shi's data is like this.
Name: Zhao Shi (the grandson of the Zhao family in Beiqiu City)
Realm: The first realm of body refining
Strength: 1.3
Physique: 1.2
Spirituality: 1.2
Mana: 0
Skills: None
Passive: None
Any player can set his own attribute panel externally so that other players can see it. This is what Zhao Shi did.
In the eyes of the flying snail, although the young master in front of him is a warrior in the first stage of body refining, but with the strength of his master stage, he can't catch him.
"You do it first." Zhao Shi pretended to be arrogant, as if he was very disdainful of fighting the slum youth in front of him.
In fact, Zhao Shi didn't need to pretend to be arrogant. In front of the master rookie, his arrogance came from the heart.
The flying snail was speechless, but he was just a elder brother from a small town. He actually pretended to be big in front of himself, the former Jindan monk, and he didn't know what to say.
But forget it, after all, they are elite monsters, one level higher than yourself, so let them save face.
The flying snail shook his head, didn't say anything, took out a black iron spike that came from nowhere and pointed it towards Zhao Shi's temple.
He was a little bit distressed, did he subdue him with one move, or pretend to fight for a while and win again, or pretend to be defeated after showing his strength?
These choices mainly depend on the personality of the elite monster. Only by responding to the personality of the elite monster can the greatest benefit be obtained.
Unfortunately, there is insufficient intelligence, and only random elections were made by the way.
brush!
The flying snail instantly stiffened.
He only felt a flash of white light in front of him, and a gleaming snow-white long sword came to his throat, and he could even clearly feel the coldness of the blade.
"I lost, leave it to you."
The flying snail was like a chicken with its bones removed, and said dejectedly.
It's not a blue elite monster, at least it's a small BOSS-level NPC, which is one level higher than him, how to fight this?
"Old snail, you..." The sunset behind him was taken aback, Sanxi quickly pulled out the dagger in his arms, and looked at Zhao Shi with alert.
Zhao Shi didn't react, Zhao Ling'er narrowed her eyes and looked at the sunset coldly.
"Old West, it's okay, you go away."
The flying snail waved his hand to signal the sunset to retreat.
Sunset Sanxi had no choice but to retract his dagger.
"I'm at your disposal"
The flying snail looked at death like home, and the tough guy's expression that was willing to lose in the gambling won the admiration of the warriors and even called the hero.
Of course he doesn't need to be afraid of the resurrection in three days.
Zhao Shi smiled slightly and said, "Yes, it's a man.
But your strength is too weak, if you can enter the leather refining realm, you can do something for me.
Come, Ling'er, give five taels of silver. "
...
The flying snail looked at Zhao Shi's far away carriage with a complicated expression, wondering what he was thinking.
The sunset Sanxi next to him comforted and said: "Don't take it to heart, we are not beaten by the boss once or twice."
The flying snail said: "No, I feel that this game is too realistic, I actually feel ashamed and embarrassed, can you believe it?
I feel that what I am facing is a living person, and I finally understand the feelings of those indigenous parties. "
"Normal, this is a 100% real game."
...
Zhao Mansion lives in the south of the city and occupies a whole street alone. This is not only the main line of the Zhao family, which is the line of Zhao Shi's father, but also the houses of various side lines. These people add up to the Beiqiu Zhao family.
Da da da
A somewhat dilapidated carriage drove slowly towards the Zhao family mansion. Looking at its sign, it was the Zhao Da Young Master who was the least valued by the Zhao family. He seemed to have some accident on the road.