"Foreign friends, old friends of heaven."

"When the palace mage handed over that bank card, as your unwavering partner, I, Ye Mingyu, finally gave up all resistance."

"'Do you want to use the money to buy me? This is an insult to me!' Actually, I wanted to scold them like this, but... I gave too much money."

The happy little red flowers bloom above Ye Mingyu's head.

He lay flat on the bed, holding up the bank card in his hand, and the incandescent lamp illuminated the platinum card, feeling that the whole world was glowing.

Let me ask, what's wrong with Warriors liking magic coins?

The answer is: Of course it is true!

Although it takes some time to find a magic weapon tomorrow, just fool it around.

Who knows where that thing is now?

What's more, the undead tribe also has items such as "Evans' Alchemy Potion".

In this unsolvable situation, no one blames himself even if it fails!

As for the possibility of finding lost property...

It is zero.

Perhaps some people doubt this, believing that Ye Mingyu can do whatever he wants with the protagonist's halo.

Sorry, brother, you're overthinking.

If the protagonist's halo is useful, why is there no strange phenomenon now?

It is impossible for his domineering aura to be leaked, so the undead agents will send the artifacts and potions to his hands.

joke!

Facts have proved that the protagonist's halo is just a bit vulgar and has no desire to do it!

"Sleep, the goddess of luck is here. Forgive me to beat you up and cry back then. Please bless me to take out the red skin tomorrow."

......

No words all night.

After waking up.

Ye Mingyu skillfully lifted the quilt and naturally discovered Beiyao maple leaves on the bed.

No surprise at all.

If you are attacked at night, you will feel like you are attacked too many times.

"Mr. Ye, Chen'an, I am the officer of the Supervision Bureau. Regarding the search for magical tools, our department would like to ask you to come here."

The door was gently knocked, and a capable sound came through the metal door.

Ye Mingyu stretched out his muscles and found that the bank card on the table was intact, and he immediately smiled happily:

"Wait, I'll go there right away."

After changing into a soft high-end robe, Ye Mingyu suddenly saw a suitcase in the corner.

Since you already have money, keep this staff first.

After all, it's quite easy to use.

Ye Mingyu took out his staff and carried it with him.

Last night, he learned from his mistakes and decided to give up his original aesthetic.

From the most popular RPG game, I found a "Golden Legend"-level weapon and made a thorough magic modification according to its modeling.

The short handle turns into a long handle, and passive lighting spells are also engraved, and black and white lights rotate around the head of the staff.

Holding it in your hand, you have a COSPLAY aura.

The name of the staff is also the same as in the game, "Shadow of Naraku".

If used with game data, "Shadow of Naraku" can increase the power of all spells, about twice the original one, and at the same time, the attack will be accompanied by a mental impact, which is the hard straight effect.

As for the range of long-range spell casting and the duration of auxiliary spells, they are also greatly extended.

For death-like spells, it seems to have an extraordinary enhancement effect.

Just don't know what the material is?

Even refined moonstones are completely impossible to reach this strength, and they cannot even reach one-fifth.

And it actually enhances the death spell?

This is not a question of whether it is powerful or not. It is really a rare type.

Ye Mingyu finished dressing, left the residence outside the temple, and led the officers to the magic car.

Now he is the temporary staff appointed by the Saint, and it is not surprising that he has such treatment.

The magic car drove into the overpass and shuttled through the road that was flying in the air.

The wind blew in through the gaps in the car window.

The driver is a bald middle-aged man.

While holding the steering wheel, he looked at Ye Mingyu through the rearview mirror in the car:

"You look so young, you will appear in the oracle that you haven't seen for thousands of years. You are so young and promising."

"It's too much praise. If you choose me, I must be because of the divine eyes."

"Ask a wise man, is your current cultivation level... an intermediate mage?"

"That's right."

Ye Mingyu doesn't know what to say.

After all, they are all practicing blindly.

It should, maybe, probably, almost the same, is an intermediate mage?

"That's good." The driver chuckled.

"What does it mean? To be honest, my strength is not enough. Even if I am asked to catch the dead, I can only shout 666 from the side."

Ye Mingyu's heart sank.

He still smiled humbly on the surface, but seemed helpless in his smile.

But he held the staff in his hand secretly and entered the magic into the emblem.

At the bottom of the magic car, a third magic emblem emerges.

Ten seconds left.

"No, I mean, the intermediate mage is just right." The driver's smile suddenly stopped and his face was ferocious.

His roar rang in the car:

"A little stronger, one hundred meters is not enough!"

"So that's it." Ye Mingyu remained calm.

There are seven seconds left.

Due to the shortage of land resources, the imperial capital began to expand to high altitudes more than 300 years ago.

The magic car is now driving on the elevated road.

The height is 125 meters.

"Die!"

The driver grinned, the magic car engine roared, and suddenly crashed into the guardrail at a speed of 300 kilometers per hour.

Crazy acceleration accompanied by the screams of other car owners, pouring into the car like a flood.

There was no time for any lines to appear.

The magic car that Ye Mingyu was riding in collided with two cars in succession, the tires slipped and sparks rubbed against the walls of the car, like flames burning.

The sky is spinning.

The dizziness made Ye Mingyu feel a little bit vomiting.

But he endured it.

Continuing to maintain the third emblem, the hexagram of the first spell gradually lit up.

Six seconds left.

"ah--"

The front of the car knocked the guardrail away, and screams and exclamations from all sides covered all the whistling sounds of the wind.

Under the huge impact force, the airbag is activated.

One hundred and twenty-five meters, the fall time is about five seconds, and the countdown begins.
To be continued...