Chapter 72 Pianist at the BBQ Stall
Chen Xue: “…”
Thinking about what she had said before, she couldn't help but feel her face getting hot.
Jiang Chen's attainments in formations were probably far better than hers, yet she still said that others were just drawing ghostly talismans.
But she soon started to groan again. After all, who could have imagined that a reckless man who carried a sandbag and a big fist and chased after ghost hammers all day long could also do magic?
"You can look, but you can't look without looking." Jiang Chen stared at her.
Chen Xue's long, round thighs clenched tightly under her jeans. "What do you want to do?"
"Hmm... my request is a bit excessive." Jiang Chen hesitated.
Noticing that his scorching gaze seemed to be lingering on her chest, Chen Xue couldn't help but look nervous and took a few steps back cautiously.
Overwhelming demands? This single man and single woman, without even thinking, knew what the other party wanted to do!
"Tell me what it is first!" She didn't dare to agree immediately, and asked with a slightly red face.
"Take your small jade sword in exchange." Jiang Chen said a little embarrassedly.
After all, this is their life-saving trump card.
But one of his life principles is - never lose.
What this means is that you cannot lose money no matter what you do. It is not a matter of how much you earn, but a question of rules.
"Ah..." Chen Xue was stunned for a long time.
I thought you were going to say, you want a small jade sword for the whole life?
Even a beautiful woman like me is not as good as a life-saving magic weapon...
She breathed a sigh of relief at first, but then gritted her teeth again. She angrily reached into her collar and pulled the sword down: "Take it, take it!"
Jiang Chen took it and subconsciously put it to his nose to smell it. Hmm, it has a strong milky aroma.
Chen Xue glared at him with a red face.
Humph! Man!
"This small sword isn't of high quality, just a lower-grade, upper-class sword. Its advantage lies in its unique function. It can normally accumulate spiritual energy from the air, which can then burst forth at a critical moment, temporarily increasing the user's strength by one or two levels."
"But if you are too strong, the effect will be much weaker."
"This is my chance to buy it on the black market."
"Is that all right now?"
At the end of her words, her eyes lit up again, full of anticipation.
Jiang Chen nodded: "Okay, sure, but you'd better hurry up, time is limited."
His demonic power is almost exhausted.
In fact, to activate the palm thunder, the demonic power required is negligible, but to display its talisman formation, a lot of demonic power is needed to maintain it.
Jiang Chen moved his mind and poured demonic power into the golden symbol on his hand, which was the small palm thunder symbol. A brilliant light lit up and eighteen layers of array patterns emerged.
Chen Xue was attracted at once. She bent down and leaned closer, watching without blinking, marveling and exclaiming in amazement as she watched.
"If you don't try to memorize it all, you won't be able to draw this combined array, and if you open each individual array pattern, it will be incomplete. However, just gaining some insights from it is worth using this magical weapon."
Jiang Chen spoke up to remind him.
In fact, if Chen Xue could really outline a powerful formation after reading it, he would definitely not show it to her.
As the saying goes, it is a crime to possess a treasure.
It doesn't matter if it just provides some insights.
Hearing this, Chen Xue didn't react at all. She had thought about this for a long time.
…
…
About seven or eight minutes later.
"Ding, the transformation is complete. No permanent magical powers or transformed parts have been obtained."
As expected, his face was still dark.
Jiang Chen suspected that he was an African in his previous life.
At the same time, he also discovered that this demon transformation system was completely different from the coquettish and slutty ones in other people's novels. It was absolutely true that it was one in a hundred.
“It’s so real…”
All the strength in his body receded like a tide, and a feeling of weakness came over him, making Jiang Chen feel as if his body was instantly hollowed out.
The array pattern lost its demonic power and fell back into the palm of his hand.
"Ah! How come it's gone!" Chen Xue stamped her feet anxiously.
Jiang Chen didn't care about her. He quickly took out a small bottle and stuffed two crystal-clear spirit-gathering pills into his mouth. He had tried it before and this thing could restore demonic power.
The pill melted in his mouth as he took a sip, moistening Jiang Chen's almost dry body.
After feeling the demonic power condensed in his body, which was enough to activate the small palm thunder, Jiang Chen looked at the annoyed Chen Xue beside him.
"Who will see it in such a short time? Jiang Chen, you profiteer!"
"I haven't seen enough, no, no, I want to see more, I want more..."
The girl threw a tantrum, tugging at his sleeves and refusing to let go. Jiang Chen felt helpless: "Alright, come find me in a couple of days and I'll show you again."
"Really?" Upon hearing the promise, Chen Xue immediately smiled, with a barely perceptible cunning glint in her eyes.
In fact, what she had just gained was already terrifying.
On the one hand, it is the understanding of the formation, and on the other hand, it is the realization of cultivation.
Chen Xue felt that if she went back and secluded herself for a month or two, she might have a chance to enter D+. At that time, it would be like changing her fate completely, from an ordinary branch of an aristocratic family to a branch of an aristocratic family with considerable strength.
"Yeah." Jiang Chen nodded silently: "Let's go, take me back first."
"Okay, Boss Jiang!" Chen Xue was as obedient as a little secretary, stealing glances at Jiang Chen from time to time, as if she was looking at a treasure, especially when she looked at his left hand, her eyes were burning with passion.
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As if she was too excited, Chen Xue drove the 911 almost taking off along the way.
Fortunately, it is early morning and there are almost no cars or people on the road.
Entering the city, there are still two streets to Yuyuan Community. Here, at the corner of the street, a mobile barbecue stall is in business. The middle-aged stall owner is grilling skewers on the stall, making a sizzling sound and splashing blood. What he is grilling seems to be some fresh animal offal.
The only customer sat at the folding table, wearing a windbreaker and his face buried under his hat.
There was a pile of leftover food sticks in front of him. He seemed bored while waiting, and was spreading his hands on the table, imitating the posture of playing the piano.
No sound was made, but the man's face looked intoxicated, as if he could hear the silent melody from the tapping of his knuckles.
When Jiang Chen looked over, he saw the other person raising one hand very gracefully and placing the other hand on his chest, as if thanking the audience.
Because the car was driving too fast, it rushed out in a flash.
Jiang Chen didn't look at it.
After the man took his "curtain call", he stopped playing the piano, and then the barbecue stall owner next to him stiffened and fell straight to the ground, with blood slowly seeping out from under his clothes on his stomach.
The man stood up, adjusted the brim of his hat, and with a strange smile on his face, he walked in the direction where the 911 left.
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