There was no objection, so Liang Ping sent a team invitation to Feng Xin Lin Nuo Zhong Li.
A group of four, two swordsmen, a ghost pharmacist and an animal trainer is also an excellent team.
Liang Ping secretly thought that although such a team is very good, they are also their own burdens after all, and they must be promoted as soon as possible.
What is more important this time is how to avoid the ink defect robbery.
Just like this, Yan Xue once again said, "Liang Ping, if you want to help Ink Flaw and Ink Feather, you must sweep the money to help them. If I expected, they will help Ink Feather, and this must be to help Ink Feather. According to numerology, Ink Flaw should save Ink Feather and die. If you sweep the money, you can save both of them."
When I heard Yan Xue, Liang Ping looked at her with a grain of salt and suddenly felt that this Yan Xue was really too abstruse, but so far I know the most about this game, and it is indeed Yan Xue.
So Liang Ping didn’t argue much. It was polite and grateful to say, "Thank you for waking up."
Talking all the way, they soon came to the outside of Yindu.
A lame old beggar suddenly walked out next to the delivery door outside Zhongtian Yindu City.
The old beggar had no dirt on his face and went straight to Liang Ping with a smiling face and handed a broken bowl in his hand.
"Give me some money."
The old beggar’s hands kept shaking, but his eyes could not see any humility.
Liang Ping looked into his eyes. The old beggar’s fine eyes didn’t twinkle at all.
"What’s the matter, young people have no money?"
The old beggar suddenly spoke again, and his words were supercilious, as if he were not a beggar. It seemed natural for others to give him a reward, and if he didn’t, he wouldn’t insist.
Not only Liang Ping was surprised to see his gesture, but everyone present was incredible.
"I really have no money."
Before Liang Ping paid the money, it was all bound copper coins. Now it is impossible to take out a copper coin.
The old beggar took back the bowl and stepped aside, Lino.
Lino also has no money, which is embarrassing to stand stand hand.
So is Zhong Li and Feng Xin.
Until the old beggar approached Mo Qing, Mo Qing generously took out a cup of Jin Shanshan gold coins from his backpack and threw them into the old beggar’s broken bowl.
"bam"
The accident was that the gold coins entered the bowl, and the old beggar broke the bowl and immediately fell apart and scattered on the ground.
"Ha ha"
The old beggar picked up the gold coins without any displeasure and ran away. At that time, his limp seemed to get better at once.
Clock from sneer at one.
"Holy shit!"
"This trick is in the game."
"No, you’re wrong."
Mo Qing suddenly said, "This is not a trick, it’s a code word for Yindu City."
"Password?"
Clock from puzzled look at the ink.
"Silver Capital has been controlled by death. We can’t go in now."
Mo Qing said with a solemn face
Everyone present turned cold in vain.
"So it’s even harder to avoid the ink defect."
The biggest concern is still Liang Ping.
Chapter III Dead Silver Capital
"Anyway, Ink Defect and Ink Feather are kind to me. I can never from ruin."