Global Weird: I Can Simulate In Advance

"Actually, she looks okay. Although her figure is still small, she looks like a beautiful woman."

"And still a baby."

"That's what Moxie Gu Village can do. If you put it in another place, who cares if she can remove the winter grass or not, people will take it away that night."

"Removing winter grass is too expensive, otherwise the old man wouldn't mind paying a sum of money."

Moxie Gu Village, Market Square.

More than 30 people surrounded the little girl who sold herself to save her father, whispering incessantly.

Li Guanqi was among them.

Weed removal...

Regardless of the ordinary name, it is actually a fourth-level spirit grass. It can correspond to the four-image level of the cultivation realm, and it is enough to imagine its preciousness.

Now coincides with the Gu-king competition, and there are many two-level curse insects on the market.

But the most excellent two-level curse insects can't be exchanged for a winter grass.

Just one 100-year-old winter grass can turn an area of ​​30,000 meters from winter into summer with just a little auxiliary means.

The low temperature and cold air can be absorbed by the winter grass in an instant.

Weed removal is said to be winter removal. In fact, the main function is to absorb and store cold air, and then use the absorbed cold air for what to do.

"Fairy Wood"

But there are other effects too.

Such as absorbing cold poison.

The most famous is the cold wind scorpion. This type of demon species is generally a third-level talent after adulthood. It is not difficult to kill. The only thing to pay attention to is not to be stabbed by its scorpion tail.

The cold poison released by its tail hook is really terrifying, and it is extremely difficult to cure. Although it is a three-level demon species, once the cold poison enters the body, the four-image-level cultivator cannot recover.

And weeds can be removed.

The problem is that this stuff is too expensive.

Just a little girl who is nothing?

Even people who like a little girl with a broken melon are not willing to spend such an expensive price just to get a little girl's body.

"Where is your father?"

At this time, Li Guanqi pushed through the crowd, walked to the little girl, squatted down, looked at her with a smile, "Take me there."

This statement came out.

The little girl raised her head immediately, her big moist eyes full of hope and excitement.

At the same time, the onlookers were also in an uproar.

"Is there really a big injustice?!"

"No, he is also a magician in the Yang Realm of Liangyi, where can he get the money to buy winter grass?"

"What if he comes from a noble family and is rich?"

"It's also..."

"But that's too much of a resentment."

"Have money and nowhere to spend?"

"Is there such a possibility that the guy just wanted to deceive the little girl and waited until her home to deal with her?"

"Impossible, this girl's home is on the side of Mogu Alley. In Moxie Gu Village, if you dare to violate the law, the Moxie family will definitely take care of you first."

...

at the same time.

At the hillside fortress of Moxie Gu Village, in the castle of the Moxie family.

A young man who looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in purple and black clothes, and had many silver decorations all over his body.

But he clearly wore a white blindfold on his face, covering his eyes.

"Master Shaozhai."

Inside the fort, a stunning woman wearing a pure white dress and a white veil walked slowly.

The graceful figure makes her walk freely, and she also looks extraordinarily swaying.

She is the high priest of Moxie Gu Village.

The young man in purple covering his eyes is the young patriarch of the Mo Xie family - Mo Xie Lin.

The old patriarch of the Moxie family basically didn't care about the chores in the village, and only focused on cultivation.

Therefore, the life and security of the people in the Gu Village, as well as other miscellaneous matters, are left to the High Priest and the Young Patriarch to take care of.

Therefore, the young patriarch is often called the master of the young village.

"High priest, it seems that you lost the gamble that day."

"Look, there is still warmth in the world, and there are still people who are willing to save it."

Mo Xie Lin clearly covered his eyes, but the direction his face was facing was always locked in the market square.

He kept looking at the back of Li Guanqi and the little girl leaving.

It wasn't until the two of them walked further and further apart and disappeared completely into a corner, the young master of the Moxie Gu Village turned around slowly.

Looking at the white-skirted woman who was both a high priest and a peerless beauty in front of her, Mo Xielin chuckled, "I am willing to admit defeat, high priest, I want the lion to speak up."

"Did I lose?"

The high priest walked to the handrail of the balcony and looked into the depths of the stockade, an alley made up of mushroom houses.

Although she wears a pure white veil, her soul-stirring beautiful eyes are more charming than a beautiful face.

"Master Shaozhai, at the beginning of the month, you and I gambled against each other. I clearly remember that the condition of the gamble is whether anyone is willing to save the girl's father, not whether anyone is willing to follow her to see his father?"

"The outcome is yet to be decided."

The high priest's voice was soft, "Let's see if the man in black can really save the ancient scholar."

"Okay, my sister priest, what you say is what you say."

Although Mo Xielin covered his eyes, he still looked like a very handsome young man with red lips and white teeth, and when he smiled, he looked even more youthful and sunny.

"Don't, don't call it that, my age is more than enough to be your grandmother." The high priest's eyes flickered, but he still pretended to be calm.

"It's not like that."

Mo Xielin shook his head lightly, then looked into the east, and said with longing: "High priest, do you know, Mr. Xu said that in the Daluo Dynasty, the marriage of those different blood families did not depend on age, but only on appearance, because of the practice of longevity For people, in the case of eternal youth, there is no problem in being a few decades or a hundred years old."

The young man's eyes were full of longing.

"..."

The high priest was silent, obviously not wanting to discuss the subject.

"We made an appointment, High Priest."

Suddenly, Mo Xielin looked at the Mushroom Alley and said softly, "Whether that man can save the girl's father or not, at the beginning of next month, you must return the treasury key to me."

"You still don't understand my original intention of setting up this game?" the high priest asked calmly.

"Of course I don't understand."

Mo Xielin turned his head to look at the high priest and said helplessly: "It's a meaningless gamble, in a month, let's see if anyone is willing to save him.

I will win if someone saves you, and you promise me one condition.

If no one saves you, you win. I promise you a condition, and you still have to return the treasury key to me.

That being the case, even if I lose, at the beginning of next month, I will still be able to open the treasury and take out the winter grass to save people.

What's the point of this gamble? "

Speaking of this, the sixteen-year-old Shaozhai owner spread his hands helplessly, "It was obvious that I could save the ancient scholar at the beginning of the month, but you just took away the treasury key, and it took a month to let it go. What's the point of having to endure another month of suffering?"

The high priest's eyes were calm, "If I win, then my condition is that you are not allowed to open the treasury to remove winter grass to save people."

"?!"

Mo Xielin was stunned.

"It's called a soldier who never tires of deceit." The high priest's voice was calm. "You haven't figured it out for more than half a month? It seems that what Mr. Xu taught is nothing more than that."

"I've only been studying with him for three months!"

Mo Xielin said angrily, "He was teaching the way of saints at that time, and he didn't even finish teaching the way of saints, so I was pulled back by you, what can I learn?"

"And, and..."

Mo Xielin glanced at the High Priest with some resentment, "Besides, how could I have thought that Sister Priest would play with me like this? You have never lied to me like this since I was a child."

"I'm not lying to you, I just want you to give up."

The high priest sighed softly, "The ancient scholar's research has no meaning to our Moxie Gu Village, so a winter grass is far more valuable than his life. You can't save him with winter grass, it's a waste."

"waste?!"

Mo Xielin's face was full of disbelief, "A living life is not as good as a blade of grass?"

"..."

The high priest was silent for a while, and then said helplessly: "Sure enough, I was right to call you back, you shouldn't stay with Mr. Xu.

It is true that he is a scholar, and his knowledge is also very deep, but his knowledge is only suitable for writing in books.

His family is very good.

He was born in the Xu family, one of the sixteen surnames in Daluo, and he was also a direct descendant, so he had never endured hardship since he was a child, and had never seen a real low-level commoner.

The Daluo Dynasty that Mr. Xu saw only had a prosperous capital, perfect laws, and happy people.

You are blind, he is not.

But he is no different from you.

His eyes were also blinded by Youhou's family background, making him unable to see many things clearly.

For example, the value of life.

You just asked, 'A living life is not as good as a blade of grass'?

Alin, I tell you, of course not.

If you don't study with Mr. Xu, but in the city of Gu, the capital of southern Xinjiang, then three months will be enough to make you understand that a living life, sometimes, can't even compare to the words of the powerful 'Looking in the eyes'.

A single sentence of theirs can make a few, a dozen, or even hundreds of poor people disappear overnight. "

Mo Xielin's expression changed slightly.

"Alin, you are sixteen years old this year."

The high priest sighed helplessly, "Actually, it's not too small. In the city of Gu, even an eight-year-old child understands this principle. How prosperous the inner city of Gu city is, and how dark the life of the poor in the outer city is."

"..."

Mo Xielin was silent for a long time.

"But he's still willing to save, isn't he?"

After a long while, Mo Xielin raised his head, looked at Miaogu Alley in the distance, and said seriously, "Removing winter grass is expensive, but isn't that man in black still willing to take it out to save people?"

The high priest's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, but did not reply.

"If the world is not beautiful, what we have to do is not to follow it to become worse, but to work hard to change it and make it as good and better as possible!"

Mo Xielin turned his head to look at the high priest, there was an indescribable vigor on the face of the boy whose eyes were covered by a white cloth.

"Ah."

But the high priest couldn't help being amused, "Change the world?"

"I don't even know, if it were Emperor Da Luoshen Wu who said this to you, would he be able to say it as confidently as you."

...

...

"Da Luo Shenwu Emperor?"

Moxie Gu Village, Mushroom Alley, in an exquisite Mushroom House.

Li Guanqi followed the little girl here, but before he could enter the girl's father's room, he saw a lifelike picture on the wall of the living room opposite the door.

The person in the painting is dressed in a black gold emperor robe, sitting on the golden dragon chair, with gray hair tied up, wearing a twelve emperor's crown, and his old face is expressionless, but in those golden eyes, But there is a majestic and domineering look at all living beings!

In the corner of the painting and calligraphy, there is a pattern of a red seal with two words:

"Shenwu"!

This is the portrait of Emperor Da Luo Shen Wu!

Li Guanqi couldn't help but leaned forward.

The characteristic of the Ying family is the golden boy.

The black-haired golden boy is every member of the Ying clan, the strongest heyday!

However, the Ying clan will end in a hundred years.

The eighty-six-year-old Emperor Shenwu was already old and his hair was gray.

"Big brother?"

At this moment, the anxious little girl stood at the door of a room and couldn't help but whispered to Li Guanqi.

"Don't worry, I will save your father."

Li Guanqi smiled slightly, then looked left and right, and had a panoramic view of the living room of the mushroom house.

The decoration is exquisite, the furniture is complete, and the sandalwood table is rarely used in the southern border. Coupled with those vases and paintings, the whole house is full of ancient Daluo style.

The girl's family is actually okay.

Her father was seriously injured, and she did not change her wealth.

Because in fact, even if the whole house is sold, it will not be enough for a fraction of the winter grass, and it will be useless to sell it.

...Speaking of which, did you see any historical relics such as antiques?

"Are you from Daluo?"

Li Guanqi glanced at the portrait of Emperor Shenwu on the wall, and then looked at the little girl curiously.

"no."

The little girl shook her head anxiously, "It's just that my father admires Emperor Shenwu."

She was clearly not in the mood to chat.

"Don't worry, he'll be fine soon."

Li Guanqi comforted softly, and then walked to the room in front of the little girl.

"Squeak-"

Li Guanqi pushed open the door and entered.

When he came into view, it was an "Ice Wither" lying on the bed.

[Two-Yi-level Alien-Blood Warrior]

It was a middle-aged man wearing light leather armor. At this time, a layer of frost had formed all over his body. His vital signs were still there, but he had obviously lost consciousness.

The radiant cold air even lowered the temperature in this room to minus 1°.

"The cold air has just begun to spread to the outside world, and the current temperature..."

Li Guanqi stretched out his hand to feel the temperature, then turned to look at the little girl, "Your father, it should have been the cold wind scorpion poison that he received twenty days ago, at the end of last month, right?"

"right!"

The little girl had tears in her eyes and nodded anxiously, "My father hired a mercenary group at the beginning of last month, saying that he was going to explore an ancient ruins, but at the end of the month that group of mercenaries and my father only returned three times. Personally, I also said that my father was poisoned by the cold wind scorpion!"

...ancient ruins?

Li Guanqi narrowed his eyes slightly, then waved his hand, "Go out first, close the door, and I will save your father."

"Please! Please!"

The little girl "Plopped" knelt down on the ground and kowtowed three times, then turned and ran out of the room, closing the door.

"Forehead."

Li Guanqi scratched his head, took out a snow gun from the space ring, and looked at the ice crystal-like gun blade, for a while he didn't know what to do.

How is text simulation done?

Li Guanqi recalled.

...

[After thinking about it, you feel that there is no need to be so troublesome at all, you should be able to use a snow gun to extract the cold poison. 】

[You and the little girl returned home. 】

[As you expected, the snow gun really worked, and the cold poison of the little girl's father was drawn out by you. 】

...

It is called "extremely detailed".

"Forget it, try it."

Li Guanqi held the snow gun and stabbed the girl's father directly on the bed, piercing the ice layer on the surface of the skin, and piercing directly into his left arm.

"Om-"

The next moment, the snow-pointing gun flashed blue light, and it could be clearly seen that inside the ice crystal-like crystal clear gun blade, there was a smear of black and blue blood flowing - the cold poison drawn from the girl's father's body!

"Um?"

Suddenly, the spear spirit inside the Snow Pointing Gun conveyed some cryptic information to Li Guanqi.

The general idea is that if you absorb more severe cold poison, you can restore the cold poison characteristic by clicking the snow gun, adding cold poison damage to each attack.

"Can it still be like this?"

Li Guanqi raised his brows.

By accident, I figured out an effect of the snow gun. Of course, it was an effect that had not yet been activated.

Is it cold poison?

There are a lot of severe cold poisons in the world. Take the opportunity to go to the market square to have a look. "Poison" is something that people in southern Xinjiang know best.

"Om-"

At this moment, the flickering cold light of the snow gun gradually dissipated, and the black and blue blood cold poison of the cold wind scorpion also completely disappeared inside the snow gun, and was completely absorbed by the ice gun.

"Uh……"

Immediately afterwards, the girl's father's fingers moved slightly, and he was about to wake up.

Seeing this, Li Guanqi couldn't help but smile, and then pulled out the snow gun from the man's left arm.

"Squeak-"

Li Guanqi turned around and pushed open the door of the room. He smiled at the little girl who was waiting outside the door: "Your father is about to wake up, please accompany him."

"father?!"

The little girl was about to say something, but saw behind Li Guanqi, the father who had been lying on the bed for half a month slowly sat up from the bed, and immediately burst into tears. arms.

Li Guanqi left the room and closed the door with a light movement.

Such a scene should not be disturbed by outsiders.

He walked to the wooden table in the living room, sat down, waited quietly, and flipped through a few books randomly placed on the wooden table.

"Ancient Tribal Customs in Southern Xinjiang", "The Fault Between the Old and New Ages", "Unsolved Ancient Mysteries"... and so on.

A book about history indeed.

But they are all books circulating on the market. Regarding the old things that Li Guanqi wants to know, either there is none, or they are made up.

"Squeak-"

After a few minutes, the door to the room opened.

The girl's father came out, closed the door with his backhand, locked the little girl in the room, and walked towards Li Guanqi alone.

At this time ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ the middle-aged man had already taken off his leather armor and was wearing a purple-black gown. Standing in front of Li Guanqi, he bowed to him, "I'm You Hao, thank you Mr. A life-saving grace."

"The grace of saving lives is not said by mouth."

Li Guanqi closed the book in his hand, ready to explain his purpose to this You Hao.

"I have a lot of ancient technology to give you."

You Hao looked at him seriously, "I know about my daughter selling her body, please don't care, this kid doesn't know that I actually have a lot of collections, a little girl's body, how can it compare to expensive ancient technology, you say ,Right?"

"Oh?"

Li Guanqi raised his brows, "Ancient?...Technology in the old era?"

very good.

Perhaps, he will soon be able to find the truth of the strange world and reality.