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Chapter Twelve: Back to the Place of Sadness

"Then Zifeng, you can do it first. I still have something to do, so I won't disturb you." Qian Duoduo smiled slightly and said to Yan Zhengyang.

"Oh." Yan Zhengyang nodded and replied to Qian Duoduo. Yan Zhengyang was also confused at this time. He didn't understand. Judging from the big player holding the iron sword, he should be with Qian Duoduo. Since they have this strength, why should they earn the 20 copper lineup fee here? Thinking of this, Yan Zhengyang's life game helper opened the friend column, and at the top, it clearly showed Qian Duoduo's name, his first friend in the world of gods and demons, and the first inexplicable friend.

Since I can't figure it out, I won't think about it. Yan Zhengyang closed the friend display bar and started queuing. With the help of Qian Duoduo, Yan Zhengyang was at the front of the team at this time, and there were only a dozen people in front of him.

"Duoduo, how? How many people have been added?" A very tall player with a national face came to Qian Duoduo and asked Qian Duoduo. If Yan Zhengyang paid attention to this side, he would notice that the person who spoke was the player who just kept the order of the team.

Qian Duoduo heard the voice and looked back, "Oh, it's not much." After saying that, Qian Duoduo looked at the friend column and replied, "Well, there are only more than 300."

"Duoduo, don't add any garbage. What we want is customers that may exist in the future, don't have garbage." Qian Buduo added more than 300 people after hearing this, and his brows frowned and said to Qian Duoduo in a deep voice.

"Tsk..." He looked at Qian Duoduo with contempt. Qian Duoduo said with a crooked mouth: "What do you think of my Qian Duoduo's eyes? Don't worry, all of these people will be potential customers in the future, don't worry."

After losing a look of disbelief, the money didn't come back and walked back to maintain order. In his heart, as long as the last half of these more than 300 people can become their money clan customers, it will be a big incense, and it will be a waste of them to set up a plan to add friends from now on to win over people.

Looking at Qian Buduo's back, Qian Duoduo's eyes suddenly floated on Yan Zhengyang. He looked at him in confusion. Qian Duoduo muttered secretly, "Maybe, maybe, the people I added are all powerful potential customers, my eyes should not be wrong." Thinking of it, Qian Duoduo's eyes began to look around again, "Hey, brother, you look like you are coming back to hand in the mission?" Qian Duoduo smiled and grabbed another player who had just entered the village and asked...

"Give it..." When it was Yan Zhengyang's turn, the beggar lying on the ground crossed his legs and stretched his hands, and said to Yan Zhengyang lazily. Yan Zhengyang looked down and saw that the guy didn't even open his eyes, and he didn't even look at himself.

Depressed, Yan Zhengyang helplessly handed over the 20 tooths in the inventory to the beggar of the ghost clan. After taking the 20 tooths with his left hand, the beggar of the ghost clan stretched out his right hand and placed a scroll-like thing in front of Yan Zhengyang, "Take it..."

After reaching out to take the scroll, Yan Zhengyang wanted to kick the ghost beggar. This guy was so disgusting. He just said a few words back and forth, "Take it... take it..."

"Hey, leave after handing over, don't stand here and dazed." Yan Zhengyang was stunned for a moment, and the people behind him began to urge him in dissatisfaction. He curled his lips and Yan Zhengyang walked out of the team. He raised his eyes to look at the scroll in his hand. Yan Zhengyang felt that his brain seemed to be a little short-circuited, "Uh, Xiao Nuo, why is this thing done? I just pulled the wire and couldn't pull it open." Yan Zhengyang asked the game helper behind him. Since it was a scroll, it should be able to pull it open, but Yan Zhengyang couldn't pull it open no matter how hard he pulled it.

"This is the task receipt scroll. You don't need to open it, just put it in your hand and pinch it." The game helper replied to Yan Zhengyang.

"Oh?" Yan Zhengyang was stunned when he heard this. He exerted force on his hand. The white scroll in his hand suddenly dissipated like smoke. "Ding..." After the scroll dissipated, Yan Zhengyang suddenly heard a ding sound, as if something had fallen into his inventory. Yan Zhengyang was about to say something, and an item was displayed in front of Yan Zhengyang.

[Cork Sword Synthesis Scroll]: Synthetic Materials: Two wooden swords or two cork swords, three cork pieces. Scroll Introduction: The items obtained by the Beggar Mission in the Little Bug Village Ghost Clan can be obtained repeatedly. The wooden sword can be synthesized into cork pieces, or the cork sword can be synthesized into a more layered cork sword. However, as the level increases, the cork sword may be broken at the same time as the synthesis is synthesised.

"Yeah." Looking at the content of the item information, Yan Zhengyang felt his whole body shocked. What a good task. This task is good. It is actually a synthetic scroll that can infinitely improve equipment, and it is also a weapon. Where can I find such a good thing? Thinking of it, Yan Zhengyang ran out of the village. After running a few steps, he thought of a question. He had one of the wooden swords in his hand, and he could buy the other one at the store, but where to get the cork? Cork... Cork?

At this time, Yan Zhengyang remembered that he had just learned a new skill of the first level? Isn’t the new skill called cork collection? In a hurry, Yan Zhengyang opened the skill bar and looked down. Hehe, "cork collection is a unique skill of the magician. The magician can use the collecting hand to collect cork directly from the tree." Haha, Yan Zhengyang likes two of the words, "special" and "direct".

"Hey, Xiaonuo, tell me where is the cork?" Yan Zhengyang turned around and asked the game helper behind him.

"When you go back to Zhengyang, you will be in the East Woods. Go out from the East Gate and walk a long way to the northeast. After passing a small hill, you will arrive. There are corks on the trees there." The game assistant flew gently with his hands behind his back, and explained to Yan Zhengyang with a smile.

"Okay, go and pick corks." After getting the exact location, Yan Zhengyang also ran away with great strides and soon left the village.

While running, Yan Zhengyang suddenly laughed and said to himself: "You said this game is really weird. What kind of collecting hands? When collecting with your hands is called collecting hands? Then I'm still fighting monsters, called fighting monsters? Then..." As he said that, Yan Zhengyang thought of the disgusting place and stopped thinking, "I don't think about it anymore, what are you thinking about?"

After leaving the east gate of the village, running northeastward, and then crossing the hillside... While running, why did Yan Zhengyang feel that this route is so familiar? When Yan Zhengyang saw the little woods that the game assistant told him, he stood in depressedly, looking at the game assistant 45 degrees, "Hey, is this place you are talking about?" Yan Zhengyang pointed to the woods with little ladybugs flying in front of him and asked the game assistant angrily, and he returned to this sad place.

"Yes, Master Zhengyang. The cork is here on the tree, and the little ladybug feeds on it." The game helper ignored Yan Zhengyang's angry expression and replied with a smile.

ps:(please collect, recommend, fresh...flowers.)
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