After eating Zafunt's kebabs, Lin Qian'an habitually went out to eat kebabs at night, hoping to meet Zafunt.
It's not because of the little things about his skewers, it's mainly because after eating his skewers, people feel baptized from the soul to the body, and the whole person feels much more relaxed.
And after listening to the music he played, the dull pain in Lin Qian'an's chest when she breathed would disappear.
The hard work paid off, and at 12:10 pm on June 7, Lin Qianan finally saw Zafunt again at the night market.
Along with a pleasant piano music, Zavent also appeared.
"Mr. Lin Qian'an, it seems that you have been waiting here for a long time? I'm really sorry, and please forgive me for being late!" Zavent stood up and saluted.
"No need to say these polite words, grill me twenty barbecue skewers and ten vegetarian skewers." Lin Qian'an swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said directly.
"Okay, no problem. So what song would you like to listen to?" Zavent said as he placed the skewers on the piano skewers cart.
"You're welcome to come," Lin Qian'an said.
He himself had no ability to appreciate art, but when he was in the orphanage, an aunt who could play the piano would give them music lessons every once in a while, so he memorized some famous songs.
"Then, please enjoy the piano piece "Mail Carriage"." Zavent said, sitting directly in front of the piano skewers cart and started playing.
After a while, while eating skewers, Lin Qian'an asked Zavent: "How much does it cost? You have to accept it this time, otherwise I won't be able to eat it safely!"
"I am also a small business owner. Mr. Lin Qian'an, you are joking. Meat skewers are two yuan per skewer, vegetarian skewers are one yuan and a half, and Chenghui is fifty-five yuan. This is a QR code." Zafunt said, taking out a skewer.
The payment code smiled.
Lin Qian'an was quite surprised when she saw this.
Logically speaking, Zafunt should be a meme and has no identity. He should not be able to make this kind of online payment.
For this reason, Lin Qian'an specially prepared some cash in advance, but he did not expect that Zavent had a payment code.
After scanning the QR code to pay, Lin Qianan discovered that the other party's name was also "Night Market Pianist."
"Thank you for your patronage!" Zavent smiled at Lin Qian'an.
"Mr. Zavent, will you come tomorrow?" Lin Qian'an asked.
"After midnight, I travel to various cities. As long as someone wants to enjoy my performance, I will come. However, if there are too many people, I may be late for a while, so I apologize." Zavent said.
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"I see." Lin Qian'an nodded and said, "Then I won't delay your work. Goodbye."
"Goodbye, Mr. Lin Qian'an, I wish you a good dream tonight." Zaffant saluted.
After saying that, he sat down, played some music and left. There was a sudden distortion in the space in front of his piano skewers cart, and then his figure disappeared.
Lin Qian'an watched all this, her expression became a little surprised.
He didn't expect that Zavent's piano kebab truck actually had such spatial capabilities.
Judging from the situation, he probably went to a night market somewhere.
To be honest, Lin Qian'an really wanted to ask Zavent to bake hundreds of skewers for him in one go. In that case, even if a skewer only had 0.1 points, he would still be able to get dozens of points.
But Lin Qian'an did not do this in the end.
If you are too utilitarian, sometimes your life will be very tiring.
And he felt that if he did that, he might never see Zavent again.
With a smile, Lin Qian'an removed all ten meat skewers, and then began to happily eat the skewers in his hands.
Each skewer is a piano piece, like opening a blind box. Even if Lin Qianan is hungry, she is reluctant to finish it all at once.
He decided to buy a small refrigerator to store Zavent's kebabs once he had enough money from the manuscript.
This way he can save it and eat it later.
Since that day, Lin Qian'an could meet Zavent outside that fixed alley every night.
It's just that the time will be a little uncertain.
Sometimes it's twelve o'clock sharp, sometimes it's one o'clock or two o'clock.
It's half past two at the latest.
After Lin Qian'an inquired, Zavent said that he needed to rest at three o'clock, so the business hours were from twelve to three o'clock.
Lin Qian'an didn't mind waiting for a few hours when there were skewers to eat. Anyway, as long as he ate Zavent's skewers, he wouldn't feel exhausted even after missing two or three hours of sleep.
June 10th.
Lin Qian'an's salary of 10,000 yuan as a non-staff member of the Dragon Group has arrived, but the progress of the game is still stuck, but his internal strength has made obvious breakthroughs.
He felt that the acupoint between his eyebrows was getting weaker. Maybe within this month, he would break through to the innate realm.
When he went out to buy breakfast in the morning, Lin Qianan met his landlord Xu Zhan.
It was a dead man like him, one year older than him, twenty-four years old.
Normally people rarely go out and make a living by ordering takeout.
He also has an unrelated sister, Xu Xin, who is fifteen years old and is in high school. It is said that her grades are very good.
"Good morning, Xiaolin." Xu Zhan greeted with a smile.
"Good morning, Brother Xu." Lin Qianan responded with a smile.
Seeing Xu Zhan leaving full of energy, Lin Qian'an's expression looked a little strange.
Ever since Xu Zhan's parents passed away in a car accident two years ago, he has always seemed a little depressed. He basically stopped smiling. Later, he just stayed at home and did not go out.
Even his sister has a hard time getting close to him.
Unexpectedly, for the first time, I could see a smile on his face.
Suddenly, Lin Qianan seemed to have thought of something.
Yes, in this template, he is also a protagonist!
It seems that we have found hope.
This is quite good.
After breakfast, Lin Qian'an spent two hours coding, and soon turned on the game computer to start the game.
The game "Drink That Bottle of Witch Potion" has been stuck on him for more than ten days. He has been stuck in the Flame Witch. He will fail no matter what, and no useful information is obtained. Lin Qian'an even has a mess.
I plan to save customs clearance records directly.
Three hours later, Lin Qian'an failed again. Although he had prepared a large amount of fire-resistant potions in advance, he was still burnt to ashes by the Flame Witch.
The strength of legendary figures is so powerful.
Lin Qian'an even felt that the Flame Witch might already be on the same level as Tong Zun.
Suddenly, Lin Qian'an felt a bulging sensation in her lower abdomen again.
He raised his eyebrows and began to circulate his true energy to attack the acupoints between his eyebrows.
After ordering takeout for lunch, Lin Qianan started playing the game again.
He doesn't want to let himself be stuck here forever. Anyway, if he has countless opportunities, if he repeats it dozens of times, he will definitely find a way to pass this level.
The time comes at nine o'clock in the evening on June 15th.
Lin Qian'an once again failed to refine a legendary potion recorded in his medicine refining notes, and he felt a little irritated.
He has been collecting this material for a long time, and this failure means that he will not have another chance.
Just at this time, a new customer came and asked for an advanced treatment potion.
Lin Qian'an wanted to restart the next game quickly, so she replaced the blood of the monsters with red thorn tree vine juice.
Apart from being similar in color, the two have completely different properties.
Just when Lin Qian'an thought that the refining was going to fail and be punished by the other party, the screen actually showed that the refining was successful.
[Hint: You have successfully refined an intermediate healing potion.]
Although it was not the advanced treatment potion that the other party needed, it opened up an idea for Lin Qian'an.
That is the formula recorded in the medicine refining notes, which can be changed.
However, just when Lin Qian'an was happy about this, the game characters were sanctioned by customers.
[Horut: Raphael, you actually failed to refine high-level potions. It seems that your strength has dropped a lot. Please hand over all the secrets and benefits you obtained from the Land of the Meteor God. 】
[Raphael: Secret? What secret! 】
[Horut: It seems like you won’t speak out without suffering some pain.]
With that said, the weird-looking giant monster opposite grabbed the game character and began to torture him inhumanely.
During this process, Lin Qianan tried to struggle, but to no avail.
The strength gap between the two sides is not small.
In the end, the game character was tortured to the point of dying. The giant monster named Horut showed a puzzled expression and looked at the game character paralyzed in the corner.
[Horut: This is not Raphael. Where did he go? 】
After these words, Lin Qian'an's screen displayed the words "Game Over".
Although it still failed this time, Lin Qian'an could see something from the other party's attitude.
If you think about it carefully, except for those guys at the beginning, those who came to the game characters to dispense medicine were all beings who had a certain intersection with the game characters.
And their purpose seems to be not only to obtain potions, but also to test the ins and outs of the game characters.
It seems that they all want to know what the game characters have gained in the Land of the Fallen God.
These people even want to plunder the game characters directly.
Lin Qian'an recorded the details and restarted the game directly.
This time, with the experience from last time, he also began to try to modify the formula in the medicine refining notebook.
The initial modifications were easy to make mistakes, and Lin Qian'an didn't find the pattern at all.
But after he succeeded once or twice, he almost understood the general logic of refining witch medicine.
Black krait venom combined with bat wings and highly poisonous bluegrass is equal to voodoo potion.
Carrion flies, sewer sludge and a little bit of troll hair are the stench potion.
A little bit of throat liquor, a little bit of spinach, and a little nutritious chicken leg meat are used to prepare an intoxicating potion that can increase your strength when drunk.
In fact, there is no fixed formula for refining witch medicine. Essentially, witch medicine is an item synthesized by the rarity of the material, the knowledge of the item, and the wizard's witchcraft.
The rarer the material, the more deeply the cognitive effect is rooted in people's hearts, the better the effect of the refined witchcraft potion will be.
The more common the materials are, the more inconsistent the cognitive effects are with the refined medicine, and the more rubbish the refined witch medicine becomes.
Moreover, many materials themselves do not have corresponding effects. They are only recognized as having corresponding effects because they are mentioned in many rumors.
To put it simply, witchcraft potions are actually spiritual potions.
If you think it has that effect, then the potion refined with it will have the corresponding effect.
All the logic is based on the three words "I am thinking"!
