A kind of vermilion fruit, some like small tomatoes, has a little skin. I don’t know if it was born like this or it was dried later.

If it was dried later, it would be a bit immoral to sell this kind of thing to the customer.

Almost all hawkers sell this kind of thing.

Gu Mian even walked up to pick up a few and observed them a few times, but nothing special.

The characteristics of toxic death after not being exposed to it...

The wind never stopped, blowing the vendors' stalls in a corner, and a few fruits rolled along the middle of the road along the wind.

The vendor with his head down reached out his hand, smoothed the ragged cloth blankly, and then continued to lower his head and stare at the ground. The lonely fruits were lying in the middle of the street, no one cared about them.

There were people coming and going on the street, and from time to time, wives with their heads raised or men in neat clothes passed by the vendors, but everyone looked straight and seemed to disdain to look at the stalls on both sides of the street.

The lady wearing small white leather shoes raised her head and stepped on the small fruit in the middle of the road while walking.

The fruit suddenly split into pieces, and bright red juice splashed everywhere, and some even covered the uppers of the white shoes. The shoes of the few people next to them were also splashed with a little red juice.

But the lady didn't care, and no one else cared.

She still held her head up and walked along the bright streets illuminated by the closet lights, lifting her chin through the crowd, as if she was showing her noble identity every moment.

Gu Mian glanced at the little white shoes a few times, then withdrew his gaze.

The most conspicuous person on this street is not the lady who stepped on the fruit with her head raised, but the little girl standing not far away lying on the window and staring at the pastries inside.

It is rare to see children as big as her on the street, and they are dressed in a particularly conspicuous way - the ragged little girl is indeed a little more conspicuous than others.

Moreover, she was carrying a basket that was not very consistent with her figure, which looked a bit funny, like a naughty child who had stolen a basket for parents to buy groceries and came out to play.

Gu Mian naturally raised her feet and walked towards the other side.

When he got closer, he followed the lights in the closet to see what was in the little girl's basket-three lighters.

One is gold, one is silver, and one is average.

There seemed to be a layer of rag at the bottom.

Just when Gu Mian suddenly remembered something, the little girl in front of the window obviously noticed him. She tilted her head and looked at him, meeting Gu Mian's gaze.

Then Gu Mian saw her mouth open and close, and a sweet voice came out of the little girl's mouth: "Sir, buy a lighter, should you buy a lighter?"

Look, what a familiar plot at this time.

If you replace the lighter in the basket with a not-so-advanced match, then this is completely a ‘match-selling little girl’.

However, the times are always improving, and even the NPCs in the dungeon are not willing to fall behind. The person in front of him knows at a glance that he is a very motivated and the little match girl who sells backward matches and sells lighters...

Gu Mian was still sighing at the progress of the times in his heart, and the little girl in front of him heard the voice again.

But this time she changed her tone, as if she was impatient to wait, and as if she felt that Gu Mian would not buy her matches.

Some cold voices came, and the tone was also gloomy: "Sir, are you going to buy it?"

The tone is like a domineering vendor who is forced to buy and sell on the roadside, and he is still very unhappy if he buys less.

Gu Mian looked down at the little girl selling lighters in front of her.

I saw her head raising her face, with some unpleasant expressions on her face.

Gu Mian would of course resist this attitude of buying and selling forcing her to force.

He carries his guitar, then stares at the little girl in front of him, and slowly speaks: "I want it all."

The night passed very slowly. 007 finally picked up a few bundles of dead branches. In the second half of the night, I couldn't stand it. I was cold and hungry, so I wanted to take a nap in the tent.

I didn't expect that I was sleeping too heavily. When I lifted my eyelids, I found that it was already bright.

007 stood up in a hurry and patted the dead grass on his body: "What's going on? Why did I sleep for so long?"

In order to strengthen her physique, she would enter the dungeon almost every day. Although she would not be harmed by her body, mental damage is still indispensable. Long-term and continuous access to the dungeon will have an impact on her mental state.

But in order to strengthen her 007, she still did not stop entering the dungeon, and she added all the attribute points she got to her spirit, so she barely held on.

So her panel is slightly stronger than others' panels, and it's just a little stronger, because death in the dungeon will drop attribute points, game coins or items. There were several times when she almost lost all of them, but she accumulated it again by continuing to enter the dungeon.

In theory, her mental strength is enough to support her not being too sleepy even if she doesn't sleep for two nights, but in this copy she couldn't hold on and fell asleep the night before.

007 holds the grass beside her, and the outstanding mental power means other defects. She is not very physically strong, and now she is hungry and cold again, so she suddenly can't stand up.

She looked around together, and there was no threat around her. 007 then breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm so lucky."

I slept on the edge of the forest for a night, but when I woke up in the morning, I was so skinny that I couldn't even break.

You should know that this is a supernatural copy.

The temperature in this place is quite impressive during the day. The sun in the sky dispels the cold and makes people feel warm.

007 only held it for a while, then raised his legs and walked towards the town: "Is it because yesterday was too cold and I was too hungry, so I fell asleep because I didn't keep up with my physical strength? It seems that I must strengthen my physical strength attributes in the future..."

While thinking about the problem, she weighed the bundles of dead branches in her hand. She only picked up this little in half an evening. In theory, there should be no lack of dead branches on the edge of the forest.

007 doesn’t know how much this dead branch can be sold, it may not be enough to buy a lighter, but she can first go to the town to find out the price, see the customer’s needs, what is easy to sell, and what makes a lot of profit, she has to investigate all of these.

If the dead branches are really worthless, she can find something else to sell.

Yesterday she really didn't expect that the dead branches were so rare, so she came here without hesitation to pick up the dead branches.

The hay under my feet made a crackling sound when I stepped on it. After 007 stepped on it a few times, he continued to walk towards the town.

The streets during the day are as prosperous as at night, but because of the high sun, there is no need to turn on the lights in the shops next to them. At first glance, the streets without lights always feel that something is missing.

007 soon found the position where the little girl in ragged clothes was yesterday, and she was still standing there from a distance.

She quickly walked a few steps there, but at this moment, she suddenly realized something was wrong.

Just now, she couldn't see the little girl clearly. She ran forward a few steps before 007 realized something was wrong.

"It seems...because I'm still a little shorter?"

She stopped and frowned and looked at the figure of the little girl not far away. She left her with a back. The blue squid on her arm was placed on the ground next to her.

There were people coming and going around, and no one seemed to notice the abnormality of this little girl, nor did anyone look at her basket.

007 took a few more steps forward suspiciously, and then carefully observed.

Soon, she discovered something unusual. She opened her eyes wide and opened her mouth slightly: "This, this, this..."

Immediately under her nose, the ragged little girl seemed a little impatient and stood up with her back to 007.

That's right, the little girl was squatting just now.

No, it's not a little girl!

007 didn't quite understand why she just slept for a night, and the little girl who sold lighters became the big brother who sold lighters.

Moreover, this brother seemed to have inherited the little girl's clothes and wore them as a cloak.

I saw him pulling the rag on his clothes with his hands, as if he wanted to fill the hole. Fortunately, the man was wearing a white coat, so he would not be so crazy that he came out with only a small piece of clothing that he was embarrassed.

At this moment, 007 saw the guitar bag that was standing in front of the man, only one corner exposed.

When she saw this guitar bag, she suddenly understood something.

Isn’t this...the forest ghost last night?

Even if he became a doctor, he was unwilling to give up his music hobby for his career - of course this was just a 007 brainstorm.

At this moment, 007 was not sure whether he was leaving or going up to say hello...

She was not sure whether this person was a player or not, and the white person suddenly appeared in the forest last night and scared her.

Having said that this time I entered the dungeon 007, I thought I was only scared twice.

Once in the forest, in front of the wooden house, she heard the tragic screams from inside, as if he was hell on earth. At that time, she felt that she was only a thread from death.

The second time I was scared by this white figure, and of course the impact was much smaller than the first time.

At this time, 007 had already recalled the dungeons he had died tragically, and he died miserably every time, but after leaving the dungeon, he was even more miserable when he counted the few things he had left.

Thinking of this, she took a step back slightly: "Thirty-six strategies are the best..."

However, seeing Gu Mian's outfit in white coat, she was a little hesitant. The characters in the dungeon did not seem to have such dress...

And just as 007 was hesitating, she suddenly realized that the guitar bag in front of the person seemed to have not been pulled well, and something was flashing.

007 took a step forward and wanted to take a closer look: "How can the guitar reflect? Isn't it a guitar inside?"

But soon, she understood what was inside.

After seeing what's inside clearly, the previous hesitation instantly became decisive.

007 After a moment, I pulled up my legs and turned my head and ran away. I ran faster than the time I was in the forest.

"The players have inventory, how could they carry such a heavy chainsaw with them!"
Chapter completed!