Reforged Wizard

Sleeping hungry, very restless.

I woke up at a little movement in the evening.

Fang Cheng sat up and listened to the cry of ghosts and wolves outside. He immediately got up in shock, slapped Father Niu's door, and said anxiously: "Daddy Niu, there are many grievances outside, hurry up."

Father Niu slowly opened the door cursingly, "It's rare and strange. This is a town, not a village. The population base is not a magnitude, and the number of grievances attacking the town at midnight is not a magnitude. Don't worry, every night at midnight. It's been like this for three moments, there are spirit martial artists and spirit magicians in the town, they can't get in."

After listening to Fang Cheng, he really understood. What Zhuo Hang said to himself today is that for safety, the division of villages, towns, and cities at all levels is what it is.

The number of resentful souls in the town is on such a large scale, is it still a higher-level county town, a higher-level county town, or even a state town and an imperial capital?

What scale is that?

Fang Cheng said with a smile: "It's the first time I entered the town, I just laughed."

Father Niu: "I don't want to see you smiling, I want to see you cry! If you interrupt my sleep, I promise you will cry happily."

Daddy Niu shut the door.

As Fang Cheng went back to the bedroom, he whispered, "I'm knocking on your door just to save you? I don't appreciate it yet, what an old stubbornness."

When I walked to the door of the bedroom, I heard the ghost cry too loudly, but I was still worried, so I climbed onto the roof and looked at the wall of the town.

Although it was too dark to see, the aura on the fence fluctuated greatly, and it seemed that the battle was quite fierce.

During the day, I was envious because of the large number of people in the town. I wondered why my village did not have such a scale and population, but now I don't have such an idea.

Such a scale and population requires strength, otherwise, a large scale and a long line of defense will only die faster, and the large population will only become the ration for these ghosts.

Without that strength, don't think about how big a territory you have!

The ghost siege at midnight in Jinggui Village is too pediatric compared with Red Shoes Town.

Therefore, we can live defensively.

When the time passed, the noise of the ghosts became much smaller, and it was obvious that their offensive was over.

Fang Cheng went back to sleep in the house after he was sure he was safe.

I slept very peacefully this time, and fell asleep as soon as I touched the pillow.

In the morning, Fang Cheng woke up amidst the cheerful laughter of the little girl.

When I got up and opened the door, I saw Xiaokui playing in the yard, how beautiful it was in the mist in the morning light.

Thinking of the ghosts attacking the city last night, Fang Cheng felt tight.

He wants to become stronger!

Only in this way can we protect children like Xiaokui and the folks in the village.

"Cuckoo..."

The loud scream of his stomach interrupted his thoughts. When he saw him go out, Father Niu said: "Are you up so late every day? What time is it? I have breakfast for you in the kitchen, and I will wake up next time. If you don’t come, don’t eat breakfast!"

Fang Cheng heard that there was food, and no matter what Old Niu said, he nodded and rushed into the kitchen, picked up the warm porridge on the stove, and drank the pickles.

"It's delicious! Why didn't porridge and pickles be so delicious before?"

Father Niu went into the kitchen to fetch things. Hearing what Fang Cheng said, he said directly: "That's because you didn't eat dinner last night and you were hungry. My craftsmanship is just average. No matter how much you boast, I won I will do more for you! Humph!"

Father Niu took the things and left. Fang Cheng shook his head and said, "Daddy Niu has a really big temper."

After breakfast, He Niu greeted him and went out.

When I came to the Red Shoes Tavern again, I found that there was basically no one except the shop Xiaoer in the tavern.

"Dian Er, where's the people?"

The shop Xiaoer yawned listlessly and replied, "There are no guests in the pub every morning."

"why?"

"Sir, you just came, maybe you don't know. The people in the tavern go to guard the city wall every night, and then return to the tavern to consume and drink until dawn. This is the normal state of the tavern! You have to think about knowing more. People, join in the fun, then come at night, and no one of them will come during the day."

"Oh." Fang Cheng nodded in understanding: "Is there no time for tasks during the day?"

"Yes, but not much. I'll find it for you."

After searching for a while at the shop's Xiaoer counter, he took out a few pieces of paper.

"Yes, here are a few orders during the day, yawn, look at it for yourself, if you want to take the task, go directly to the address on the order form to find the client above. Just put the rest back to the counter, yawn, You look for it slowly, I'll squint for a while."

Seeing the shop Xiaoer crawling on the counter, he snorted after a while and fell asleep, Fang Cheng was speechless.

"Aren't you afraid of losing things?"

Fang Cheng complained, and began to look through the orders in his hand.

"Businessmen need bodyguards. For this, I have no plans to leave Redshoe Town for the time being, ever."

"This mission ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ to destroy a ghost and get its natal ghost weapon? My strength is too low to take it, pass."

"Destroying a ghost of the resentment level, this task is good, and the money is also a lot of money, eh? Has it been completed?! This shop's second person is too serious and responsible. It made me happy."

There were two more completed orders before I found a suitable order.

"The orders of the slaughterhouse charge for hunted animals. Meat and fur prices are not included. Long-term effective. Killing wild animals, this is okay. I can also collect some soul energy and get some money. Okay, just it. NS."

After Fang Cheng decided, he took the order and went to the slaughterhouse in the town.

After hearing about Fang Cheng's intention, the thin handyman at the door immediately went to the person in charge.

Soon, a very strong and fierce man with a weight of 1.9 meters and a weight of one hundred and ninety, naked torso, with a stomach upright, holding a butcher knife, greasy all over, walked towards Fang Cheng.

Fang Cheng secretly said in his heart: "There are spiritual energy fluctuations in his body, is this a spiritual martial artist?"

The burly man looked down at Fang Cheng for a while, and said, "Where did the little kid come to amuse your grandfather? How do you hunt with such a body?"

Fang Cheng rubbed a trajectory in his hand: "Hunting like this."

The brawny man saw the spirit bullet and exclaimed: "Spiritist? Really rare?! There is a spiritist to accept our commission?"

Fang Cheng: "There was no spiritualist to accept your commission before?"

The brawny man found that Fang Cheng was a spiritualist, and his attitude was much better: "The number of spiritualists is scarce, and their worth is high. They don’t like our commissions. Most of them are junior spiritual martial masters. Little guy, you are sure you Do you want to accept this commission?"

Fang Cheng held his chest and said, "Of course, since I'm here, I have to consider it and take your commission."