Ying Er thought that everything would be fine once Xiaoyao entered the Pavilion of All Things.
Isn't this a closed loop?
He never imagined that this was the beginning of his nightmare.
Xiaoyao worked at the Wanwu Pavilion for an hour, and Ying Er noticed something was wrong.
The strongest are truly fair when it comes to doing business!
Something worth 10 yuan, Xiaoyao really sells for 10 yuan!
We won't make a single penny!
Before Ying Er could even voice his thoughts, Xiao Yao stopped on his own initiative.
He reached a rigorous conclusion.
"At this rate, we won't be able to earn enough to cover your medical expenses."
Shadow Two nodded frantically, completely agreeing with the other party's statement.
Shadow Two really wants to ask, you have a Pavilion of All Things, why don't you just use it directly?
Xiaoyao frowned and asked,
"You want to ask, I have a Pavilion of All Things, why don't I just use it?"
Shadow 2: ......
Is it that obvious?
Faced with Xiaoyao's question, Ying Er could only nod truthfully.
Xiaoyao explained earnestly,
“Things from the Pavilion of All Things belong to the Pavilion of All Things.”
Ah, this...
Although I cannot understand the specific logic behind Xiaoyao's actions.
but,
Shadow Two felt that since he was a madman and couldn't understand it, it didn't seem like a big problem.
If Wanwu Pavilion doesn't work, we'll have to find another way to make money.
Xiaoyao then prepared to go out onto the street and ask a passerby again.
"No, Third Uncle!"
Ying Er, being very perceptive, quickly stopped Xiao Yao and said seriously,
"Third Uncle, instead of asking outsiders, you should just ask me!"
Xiaoyao retorted, "But you're insane."
"Just because I'm crazy doesn't mean every word I say is crazy!"
Shadow Two explained earnestly.
"Even though I'm insane, the truth is still the truth, and the truth remains the truth even when spoken by a madman..."
This statement has somewhat risen to a philosophical level.
Xiaoyao seemed to be deep in thought.
Not satisfied with just saying that, Ying Erguang even tried it himself, raising three fingers.
"For example, I'm crazy right now, but I say 1 plus 1 equals 3. Everyone knows that 1 plus 1 equals 3. You can't deny that just because I'm crazy, right?"
Xiaoyao corrected, "1 plus 1 equals 2."
Shadow Two: ? ? ?
He's been wrong all these years?!
"Third Uncle! Save me, I've really gone mad!"
While Ying Er was still going crazy, Xiao Yao felt that what Ying Er said made sense.
Before Xiaoyao, He could still distinguish which statement was true and which was madness.
After pondering for a moment, Xiaoyao asked,
"How do you think I should earn money for the medicine?"
Shadow Two's condition had improved somewhat by now, so he replied naturally.
"To make money, either go to Old Zhao or Fourth Master."
Old Zhao, of course, refers to Zhao Qian.
Fourth Master, needless to say, is the only supreme seed of the human race, the Asura.
"Zhao Qian, no way."
Xiaoyao shook his head, then said...
"I can't get past Shura."
Shadow Two: ? ? ?
What happened to his fourth master?!
What place is it that even Xiaoyao can't go?
The ultimate abyss...
For a fleeting moment, Ying Erye's mind, which was in complete chaos, cleared up!
He felt things were getting out of control.
The current situation of Xiaoyao, the strongest among humans, is unclear, and no one can predict his future.
Shura, for some unknown reason, has slipped away to the Supreme Abyss!
No, Fourth Master is usually very sensible and values his life...
Damn it, how did the human race get into this mess!
We need to do something!
Faced with an unprecedented sense of responsibility and crisis, Master Ying Er decided to take the first step, a crucial one!
then,
Shadow 2 has gone mad again...
He gesticulated wildly, like a circus clown.
"Do whatever you want, and see yourself as who you are."
Upon hearing Ying Er's answer, Xiao Yao seemed to be deep in thought.
A white cloud descended from the sky and landed in front of Xiaoyao, condensing into a mirror.
In the mirror, Xiaoyao saw a Taoist priest.
Xiaoyao nodded slightly.
10 minutes later,
On the streets of Nanjiang City, a fortune-telling stall has appeared, displaying a flag:
Fortune telling service, 5 yuan per session.
The fortune teller was an ordinary middle-aged Taoist priest, dressed in a simple Taoist robe without any patterns or watermarks, only embroidered with a few white clouds.
If you look closely, you can see a butterfly faintly visible on the Taoist's sleeve.
There was not only a Taoist priest at the street stall, but also a madman.
This madman seemed to be a junior disciple of the Taoist priest. When he was idle, he would look for food on the ground. When he went mad, he would pinch his throat and talk to himself in two different voices.
Ten minutes after the fortune-telling stall appeared, the city defense department arrived.
A top-tier battle king explained politely to the other party,
"Sir, fortune telling is not allowed here. If a War King of the Prophecy faction needs to be promoted, they can report to the City Defense Department..."
Clearly, the other party regarded Xiaoyao as a highly skilled but unassuming master.
Although Xiaoyao looks ordinary, he is at least a War King.
Starting yesterday, a group of powerful individuals suddenly arrived at the city defense department of Nanjiang City.
With the peak War King as the foundation and the War God as the squad leader, the powerful ninth-tier War God took full control of the city defense of Nanjiang City.
For a time, many people in Nanjiang City were in turmoil, thinking that the Demonic Cult was about to make some big move in Nanjiang City.
After these powerful individuals arrived, they did nothing else but act like a normal city defense force, protecting the peace of Nanjiang City.
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