A kind of vermilion-colored fruit, somewhat like a small tomato. The peel is already a little bit rotten. I don’t know if it was born like this or if it was dried later.
If it is dried later, it would be a bit unethical to sell this kind of thing to customers.
Almost all vendors sell this kind of stuff.
Gu Mian even walked forward, picked up a few and looked at them, but there was nothing special about them.
There is no such thing as the ability to be poisoned and die after contact...
The wind never stopped, blowing up the stalls of the vendors, and a few fruits rolled along the middle of the road.
The vendor with his head hanging down stretched out his hand and smoothed the tattered cloth numbly, then continued to stare at the ground with his head lowered. The few lonely fruits were just lying in the middle of the street, and no one paid attention to them.
People were coming and going on the street, and from time to time a lady with her head held high or a neatly dressed man would pass by the vendors, but no one looked away, as if they didn't bother to look at the stalls on both sides of the street.
The lady wearing white leather shoes held her head high and stepped on a small fruit in the middle of the road.
The Zhuguo immediately fell apart, and bright red juice splashed everywhere. Some even covered the uppers of the white shoes. The shoes of several people nearby were also splashed with a little red juice.
But the lady didn't care, and neither did anyone else.
She still held her head high, walking on the bright streets illuminated by the closet lights. She walked through the crowd with her chin raised, seeming to demonstrate her noble status at every moment.
Gu Mian glanced at the white shoes for a few times, then looked away.
The most conspicuous person on the street was not the lady who stepped on the fruit with her head held high, but the little girl standing not far away leaning on the window, staring longingly at the pastries inside.
It is rare to see children of her age on the street, and they are dressed in particularly conspicuous clothes - the little girl in ragged clothes is indeed more conspicuous than the others.
Moreover, she was carrying a basket that did not fit her body shape. She looked a little funny, like a naughty child who stole the grocery basket from his parents to play with.
Gu Mian naturally raised her feet and walked over there.
When he got closer, he turned on the light in the closet and saw clearly the contents of the little girl's basket - three lighters.
A gold one, a silver one, and an ordinary one.
There seems to be a layer of rags at the bottom.
Just when Gu Mian suddenly remembered something, the little girl in front of the window obviously noticed him. She tilted her head and looked over and met Gu Mian's gaze.
Then Gu Mian saw her mouth opening and closing, and a sweet voice came from the little girl's mouth: "Sir, would you like to buy a lighter?"
Look, what a familiar plot at this time.
If the lighter in the basket were replaced with less advanced matches, then this would be a complete 'little match girl'.
However, times are always improving, and even the NPCs in the dungeon are not far behind. You can tell at a glance that the little match girl in front of you is a very motivated person. She abandoned the outdated matches and switched to selling lighters...
Gu Mian was still lamenting the progress of the times in her heart when the voice of the little girl in front of her came again.
But this time she changed her tone, as if she was impatient to wait, and also seemed to think that Gu Mian would not buy her matches.
A cold voice came, with a gloomy tone: "Sir, do you want to buy it or not?"
This tone sounds like a domineering vendor on the roadside who buys and sells forcibly, the kind who is very unloving even after buying too little.
Gu Mian lowered her head and glanced at the little girl selling lighters in front of her.
I saw her raising her head, with some unpleasant expressions on her face.
Of course, Gu Mian would rise up to resist this kind of forced buying and selling attitude.
He carried his guitar on his back, then stared closely at the little girl in front of him, and slowly said: "I want it all."
The night passed very slowly, and 007 finally picked up a few bundles of dead branches. In the second half of the night, he really couldn't stand it anymore. He was cold and hungry, so he wanted to take a nap in the tent.
Unexpectedly, I slept so deeply that when I opened my eyelids, I realized that it was already bright.
007 stood up in a hurry and patted the dead grass on his body: "What's going on? Why did I sleep for so long?"
In order to strengthen her physique, she enters the dungeon almost every day. Although her body will not be harmed by entering the dungeon, mental damage is inevitable. Long-term and uninterrupted dungeon entry will have a mental impact.
But in order to strengthen herself, 007 still did not stop entering the dungeon. She put all the attribute points she got into her spirit, and then she could barely hold on.
Therefore, her panel is slightly stronger than others' panels, only slightly stronger, because death in the dungeon will drop attribute points, game coins or items. There were a few times when she almost lost them all, but she was stunned.
It was accumulated by constantly entering dungeons.
Theoretically speaking, her mental strength is enough to survive two nights without getting too sleepy, but in this dungeon, she couldn't hold on and fell asleep the first night.
007 held on to the straw awning next to her. Her outstanding mental strength meant other flaws. Her physical strength was not good enough, and now she was hungry and cold. She couldn't stand up when she stood up.
She looked around as soon as she came up. There was no threat around her. 007 then breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm so lucky."
After sleeping at the edge of the forest, I woke up in the morning with my skin intact.
You must know that this is a supernatural copy.
The temperature in this place during the day is quite impressive. The sun in the sky dispels the cold and makes people feel warm.
007 only supported him for a short while, then raised his legs and walked towards the town: "Is it because it was too cold yesterday and I was too hungry, so I didn't have enough physical strength to keep up and fell asleep? It seems that I have to strengthen my physical strength in the future.
Attribute..."
While thinking about the problem, she weighed the bundles of dead branches in her hand, and she only picked up a few in the middle of the night. Theoretically, there should be no shortage of dead branches at the edge of the forest.
007 doesn't know how much this dead branch can be sold for. It may not be enough to buy a lighter, but she can go to the town first to find out the price, see the customer's needs, what is easy to sell, and what is profitable. She has to investigate these things.
.
If the dead branches are really worthless, she can find something else to sell.
Yesterday, she really didn't expect dead branches to be so rare, so she came here to pick them up without hesitation.
The hay under his feet made a clicking sound. 007 stepped on it a few more times and continued walking towards the town.
The street is as bustling during the day as it is at night, but because the sun is high in the sky, the shops nearby do not need to turn on the lights. At first glance, a street without lights always feels like something is missing.
007 quickly found the spot where the ragged little girl was yesterday, and she was still standing there far away.
She quickly walked a few steps that way, but at this moment, she suddenly realized that something was not right.
She was far away just now, so she couldn't see the little girl clearly. Now she ran forward a few steps, and 007 realized something was wrong.
"It seems... fatter? A little shorter?"
She stopped, frowning and looking at the little girl's figure not far away. She left her back, and the basket she carried on her arm yesterday was placed on the ground next to her.
There were people coming and going around, but no one seemed to notice anything unusual about this little girl, and no one took a second look in her basket.
007 took a few steps forward suspiciously, and then observed carefully.
Soon, she discovered something unusual. She opened her eyes wide and opened her mouth slightly: "This, this, this, this..."
Then, right under her nose, the little girl in ragged clothes seemed a little impatient and stood up with her back to 007.
Yes, the little girl was squatting just now.
No, not a little girl!
007 didn't quite understand why the little girl selling lighters turned into the big brother selling lighters after just one night's sleep.
And this brother seems to have inherited the little girl's clothes and wears them as a cloak.
I saw that he was very miserably picking up the rags on his clothes with his hands, as if he wanted to mend the holes. Fortunately, this man was also wearing a white coat, so he was not so crazy that he only wore a white coat.
It's embarrassing to wear such a small piece of clothing.
At this moment, 007 saw the guitar bag lying in front of the man, with only one corner exposed.
When she saw this guitar bag, she suddenly understood something.
Isn't this... the ghost in the forest last night?
The person who is unwilling to give up his music hobby for his career even if he becomes a doctor - of course this is just 007's imagination.
At this moment, 007 was not sure whether he wanted to leave or go up to say hello...
She was not sure whether this was a player at all, and she was frightened when this white man suddenly appeared in the forest last night.
Having said that, I only felt scared twice when I entered dungeon 007 this time.
Once in the forest, in front of the wooden house, she heard the miserable screams coming from inside, like hell on earth. At that time, she felt that she was only a thin line away from death.
The second time I was frightened by the white figure, but of course the impact was much smaller than the first time.
At this time, 007 has recalled the previous instances where he died tragically. Every time he died, it was extremely miserable, but it was even worse when he counted his few belongings after leaving the instance.
Thinking of this, she took a step back slightly: "Thirty-six strategies are the best..."
However, seeing Gu Mian's white coat attire, she hesitated a little. It seemed that the characters in the copy would not be dressed like this...
And just when 007 was hesitating, she suddenly noticed that the guitar bag in front of the man seemed to be unzipped, and something was shining brightly.
007 took a step forward to take a closer look: "Why does the guitar reflect light? Isn't there a guitar inside?"
But soon, she saw what was inside.
After seeing clearly what was inside, the previous hesitation turned into decisiveness in an instant.
007 didn't wait for a moment, pulled up his legs, turned around and ran away, running faster than that time in the forest.
"Every player has an inventory, so why are they carrying such a heavy chainsaw with them?"
"In the dungeon, players cannot attack ghosts at all, so even if he is a player, the chainsaw must be used to kill other players!"
