The practice time of the morning has passed, and Yun Ting stopped when his body felt difficult and could no longer continue. It was time to rest. In a blink of an eye, this is the twelfth day of the Three Kingdoms game opening. Yun Ting has not been offline to rest. For current technology, resting in the game is actually equivalent to real sleep. Your body will completely enter a deep state in reality, and the body's metabolism and cell activity will be minimized. Only your brain waves are still working actively.

Of course, when you sleep, it is equivalent to having slept in reality. If you eat it, you don’t eat it in reality, but the brain nerves have already eaten it.

I don’t know how Mengshen Ji was doing, Yun Ting suddenly flashed this idea, turned on the friend system, and entered the name of Mengshen Ji into it, but the system prompted that he could not add it. It seemed that he had not even turned on the friend switch. Helplessly, Yun Ting had to turn on the private chat switch. After waiting for a long time, Mengshen Ji appeared in front of Yun Ting, but now his hair is the hair of ancient people, and his clothes have changed from a white tight suit to an ancient white Confucian shirt.

Mengshenji was holding a skewer in his hand. The color was golden, and the aroma seemed to be transmitted through the image, making the saliva become restless quickly. However, looking at Mengshenji's stiff face, Yun Ting knew that the barbecue must have been grilled and the taste must be extremely different. But being able to grill such a bad taste barbecue so golden and attractive in color, it has to be said that this is also a rare talent for cooking.

"Is it you?" Under another background, Meng Shenji recognized Yun Ting. A surprised look flashed across his face. Meng Shenji threw away the barbecue in his hand, spitted out to show his lack of confidence in his cooking skills, and stretched, then continued to say to Yun Ting: "Is there anything you need to find me?"

"If you have something to do, I'm afraid you won't have any food, so I'll ask you. It feels more comfortable to borrow your knife to cut meat."

Yun Ting said this, and only saw a light flashing in Meng Shenji's eyes, but he spoke very calmly: "Where are you? I'll look for you, I hope you don't disappoint me. Otherwise you will know that my knife can be used to cut pork, mutton, chicken, fish, or human flesh."

A delicate dagger suddenly appeared in Meng Shenji's hand, flying at the tip of his five fingers, dazzling and dazzling. He glided and rolled from a millimeter away from his fingers. It was really scary and scary. This would cut off his fingers. But Meng Ji did not. His five fingers were still white and slender, and there was no trace of the sharp chopping of the knife. The quick, crazy and angry little knife finally decided to rest, so he stopped, pointing directly at Yun Ting's tip. Through the image, it seemed that he could feel the cold and cold air on the tip of the knife. Yun Ting was not afraid, nor could he be afraid. This was just a kind of holographic image connection. Meng Shenji could not run out of it. What was he afraid of?

"Jizhou Julu, you should be in Jingzhou, right?" Yun Ting tried to ask, remembering that Meng Shenji was compiled in Jingzhou in his previous life. While running, he met Yun Ting who was camping in the wild. Because of the delicious food, the two became friends. As for whether Meng Shenji committed the burning, killing, rape, and robbing, or something, Yun Ting didn't ask much. Anyway, Meng Shenji's evil and domineering are rare!

"Jizhou? It seems to be quite far away." Meng Shenji frowned.

"There are stations in the game, and every time I have hardware, there are quite a lot of hardware. Now that the game has just started, it is difficult to make money." Yun Ting said.

In the Three Kingdoms, one thousand copper plates are equal to one silver, and one hundred silver is equal to one gold. Nowadays, there are very few silver players, and there are not many copper plates on them. Moreover, just using the delivery function of the station once requires hardware. Hardware is enough for many players to use all kinds of means and rack their brains to get it. Yun Ting is not worried that Mengshen Ji can't get hardware. For ordinary players, hardware is a problem. Kemmoth is an ordinary player? He is not an ordinary person.

"Then wait for me, I'll find you when I'm here." Meng Shenji finished speaking and simply cut off the private chat. Seeing the image of Meng Shenji disappear from his eyes, Yun Ting suddenly felt an ominous feeling. Could it be that Meng Shenji was about to be edited, right? It seemed that the source was still contacting him by himself. Then, Meng Shenji had no money, so of course he would go to find money, and then, not to follow.

I just don’t know what Meng Shenji is doing. Yun Ting thought without any burden and had no sense of being the culprit. Anyway, even if Meng Shenji was caught, the government could not even sit on him. After thinking for a while, he found that he had no thoughts. Yun Ting pulled out the Qingyan Sword and continued practicing the sword. Although Yun Ting couldn’t see the hidden attributes now, he could know that there must be an increase, otherwise the Qingguan Sword would not have been so easy. What should be even more thankful to Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang. Without two such advanced training, Yun Ting’s sword art value would not have grown so quickly.

In just one day, Yun Ting went from one sword to three swords that could be used. Although the number was very low, this was indeed a rare progress. However, it seems that this fast method would not be used soon. The higher the sword art value, the slower it will grow. You can only break through between life and death and have greater strength. Yun Ting cannot say that he will fight Zhang Baolai for life and death. Life and death, and the only one who dies is Yun Ting.

If the Qingyan Sword was not really sharp, it would have smashed Zhang Bao and Liang's sword, so that the business of the blacksmith shop in Zhangjia Village has become extremely good recently, and the corners of the house were piled with broken iron. Zhang Jiao was like facing a great enemy. At the beginning of each competition, he would take Xiao Zhang Yao into the house and close the doors and windows. Until now, Zhang Jiao simply drew a golden lock array to protect the surroundings. If there were no Qingyan Sword, it would be replaced by other shoddy weapons, without Yun Ting's three swords, and only two swords could be used to break them into the ground. The broken iron on the ground was also after dozens of slashes. Otherwise, Yun Ting's green sword could kill the Zhang family and turn them from rich families to poor people.

Time passed quickly and it was night again. At this time, in the streets of a small county town in Jingzhou, a man in white was walking slowly, with his long hair scattered casually, and his sharpness was still not diminished. The man's destination was the county government not far away. Who is this man?

Of course, it was the lawless, evil and domineering Dream Shenji in Yun Ting's eyes. Yes, Yun Ting guessed it correctly. When he said that he wanted to use the post station horse to ask for hardware, the Dream Shenji had already thought about where to get it. Robbery is always the fastest way to make money and the fastest way to be captured. But that is for ordinary people.

Meng Shenji walked to the dark place outside the county government office, ran and climbed, then went to the wall, jumped gently, landed silently, and entered the county government office.

"Where is the vault?" Meng Shenji murmured to himself.

"Haha..." Meng Ji chuckled, revealing an evil smile, and in a blink of an eye, there was an answer in his heart. He chose a room with lights on, and Meng Shen Ji walked to the door and knocked on the door gently.

"Who?" A question came from the house. Meng Shenji continued to knock on the door. The "thump" sound made the people in the house very impatient, but they didn't know that this was an invitation to kill the god.

"Here, come." As the knocking sound became more and more intense, the people in the room finally became completely impatient, and there was anger in their tone. The door opened, and the people inside were pressed in by Mengshenji before they could see who it was. The dagger on their neck made the owner of the room dare not speak, and could only stare at Mengshenji in horror.

"I'll ask you." Meng Shenji said indifferently, and closed the door of the house. Seeing that the owner of the house nodded anxiously, Meng Shenji asked, "Where is the vault?"

"The vault is... in the third room in the backyard, uncle, master, please don't kill me." The owner of the house begged, and that look almost kneeling down to Meng Shenji, but the dagger was right between his throat, and his neck was at the tip of the dagger, so he couldn't kneel down.

"If you don't kill you, I will never have any sound in the future, otherwise I will be afraid that the dagger in my hand will not be able to control it." Meng Shenji is in a good mood now, so he is not ready to kill someone, so he moved his hand away, but his dagger can always kill people no matter when and where.

"Yes!..." As soon as the owner of the house made a syllable, a dagger stabbed into his throat, making him unable to speak anymore. There was only the sound of hissing and the "tick" sound of blood dripping on the floor.

After a moment, the body collapsed on the ground, ignoring the prompt from the system, Meng Shenji sat on a chair, picked up the kettle on the table, poured out water to wash the delicate knife covered with blood in his hand, then took out a white handkerchief and slowly wiped it. He was in a good mood just now, but now he has become bad. Meng Shenji didn't know why his mood would become bad after killing people. After he became bad, he still chose to kill people. He would not stop waving the dagger in his hand when he was in a good mood.

Gently wiping the dagger in his hand, it seemed like it was a work of art, and could not be stained with any dust. It wiped it like this, and accidentally remembered the dreamer named Yun Ting, and Meng Shenji's mood gradually turned from shade to sunny.

"I hope his food is really delicious." As he said softly, Meng Shenji showed a bright smile, but the dead body next to him was covered with blood on the ground, which made this bright smile feel an indescribable and gloomy smell.

There was a sound of rushing outside the county government office, and the rushing man wandered around the county town to rushing. At this time, it happened to be the fourth day of the morning, and all the quiet time. It was also a night where the night was dark and windy, and it was possible to kill people.
Chapter completed!