"Points... are very important..."
"Give it to you... no..."
Frown slightly.
Lin An looked at Tyr who was struggling and realized that no matter how low his IQ was, Tyr's obsession would be restrained.
Try another way.
Lin An's tone became softer:
"1 can for 1 point."
"Canned food, that's an extremely precious food..."
Conjuring up a can of yellow peach, Lin An waved it in front of him twice.
The obstacles to the transaction should be smaller than asking for help directly.
In particular, food is indeed precious.
Tilt his head, Tyer's mouth watered, and he couldn't help but want to touch the can:
"Food...precious..."
"Points...are more expensive!"
....
Lin An was speechless.
What a difficult guy.
Unexpectedly, after using the skill so many times, the opponent still retains his IQ.
This Tyre is a bit greedy.
Not satisfied with even one can.
While thinking, Lin An didn't care about everyone's reactions.
Zhang Tie covered his bald head, looked at the stupid Taier sympathetically, and sighed secretly.
Team Lin started to trick people again.
Knowing what Lin An was capable of, he could imagine what these trialists would face if the test was successful.
....
A few minutes later.
Returning to his war zone, Tyer looked solemnly at the three cans and a self-heating hot pot in his hands.
His brows were furrowed and his mind was racing.
When did I bring this thing in?
I remember I don’t like eating yellow peaches...
The awakened people in the entire Soviet-Russian war zone looked at their commander with worry.
Thiel, who had always been calm and composed, seemed to have encountered the problem of the century.
"Commander, what's wrong with you?"
Taire waved his hand, countless possibilities emerged in his mind, and he deduced them one by one.
He only remembered seeing Fiona and saying hello.
When I came back, I had a few more cans in hand.
and...
I seem to be very happy!?
Looking at the 14 points he had lost, he felt even more suspicious.
Where are my points!?
Where are the points I finally saved!?
His brows were almost twisted into a rope.
He prides himself on having a good mind, but despite being extremely cautious, he never figured out what happened.
Looking at the majestic and mysterious trial tower.
His heart jumped suddenly and he muttered to himself:
"Could it be..."
He lowered his head and looked at the can in his hand, cherishing it very much.
"Could it be that the system redeemed it for me with points!?"
"These cans are not ordinary cans, but some kind of mysterious props? Or are they clues?"
"Because it was too important, the system erased my memory!?"
Holding the can, Taylor's hands trembled slightly after he found the only reasonable explanation.
"I must keep these cans! Uncover the secrets inside!"
"What does the yellow peach mean..."
Without anyone noticing, Tyer's expression gradually became fanatical.

Chapter completed!