Night -
The rain gradually stopped.
Fang Qingzhi looked at the amulet in her hand somewhat nervously, preparing for the last three steps.
The first step was to replenish the amulet with aura.
She was not sure how much aura was needed to make the amulet from the remaining materials of the Immortal Grade Formation Flag. She only knew that she had used up all 50 inferior spirit stones and drained the aura from her own body to barely fill the aura needed for the amulet to activate.
She rubbed her pale pretty face and took a deep breath, "Next is the second step!"
Carve the name!
The maker of the amulet had to use his own blood as ink to write the name of the person being guarded on the amulet.
This step was clearly the easiest, but Fang Qingzhi was even more nervous than before.
"Write it, write it, must must write it ..."
She broke down and finally wrote down the words 'Ping An Chen' on the amulet
But her face revealed a smile that was worse than crying, "It's over, this will make people laugh even more ..."
The words on the amulet were twisted and turned, even worse than a dog crawling.
Fang Qingzhi had an innate weakness - her writing was ugly.
It was not that she was coarse and barbaric, mainly before entering the Qing Yun Sect, she was the daughter of a military general, and although her parents had asked her to learn the skills of a daughter since she was a child, she froze and had no interest at all, and her attention was all on horsemanship, gunmanship, archery, and attacking techniques, and so forth, which were only used in battle to kill the enemy.
She cried when her parents forced her to learn how to write.
Pick the gun on the horse, the battlefield to kill the enemy also do not need to write good-looking ah.
Now she regrets it.
If she was given another chance, she would definitely follow her parents to learn how to write properly.
"Father said that it's most important that the gift's heart is there." Fang Qingzhi waved her fist to cheer herself up and entered the final step - the gift of luck.
As the name suggests, it was to give away qi luck.
Heaven and earth's qi luck formed itself into a square circle, and there were increases and decreases.
Fortunately, with the amulet as the medium, this qi transportation is only temporary.
It was just that after sending it out, the person who gave it away would be unlucky for a period of time with a loss of qi.
However, Fang Qingzhi felt that this was not a matter, regardless of whether or not the senior needed this meager amount of qi, she only wished for the senior to be safe and sound.
Using the secret method to block the qi luck into the amulet, Fang Qingzhi's face looked quite a bit worse again to the naked eye, but she smiled happily.
"Let's put this amulet on the table for now."
Fang Qingzhi bowed to the roof and worshipped, not caring if that senior could hear her or not, thinking that she would definitely be able to hear her.
"Senior Qing Ran is indebted to senior's care, healed from his injuries, and realizing that there is nothing I can do to repay him, I made a special amulet to present to senior! Although the gift is small, it is a piece of Qing Ran's sincere ... hope that seniors do not mind."
After saying that, she lowered her head, but her eyes glanced upward nervously, carefully looking at the amulet on the table.
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
Swish-!
The amulet disappeared.
Senior had accepted her gift!
Fang Qingzhi's heart rejoiced, a smile unconsciously appeared on her face as she said shyly, "Thank you senior for not minding Qingran's stupidity, hehehe."
After working all night, she had just recovered from her injuries, and at this moment, she had long been physically and mentally exhausted.
Turning back to the bed, sleepiness swept over her.
For the first time in half a month, she slept on such a soft bed, and sleepyheads immediately burrowed into her mind.
Still, she looked at the ceiling and struggled, grunting in a daze.
"Senpai, good night ..."
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...
"Song Jiaojiao, your cultivation has refined quite a bit lately, you're at the ninth level of Qi Refining? Just in time, I have something I want you to do."
"You say."
"Help me kill Fang Qingzhi!"
"Ah? Kill Fang Qingzhi? Are you, are you still haunted by that incident?"
"Hmph, so what? Fang Qingzhi's reputation in the sect has already been stigmatized, it doesn't matter if she dies, she deserves to die! Moreover, as long as you handle it a bit cleaner, you can completely attribute her death to the demonic beasts in the Ten Thousand Castle Mountains.... Good boy~If you do a good job on this matter, I'll help you get a Foundation Establishment Pill."
"Build ... a foundation building dan? Good, good! You wait for my good news!"
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...
Early in the morning of the next day, the sky was still light.
The first thing Pingan Chen did, ＜Electronic Girlfriend＞ activated.
[You have 131 days of life left.]
"Nerve!"
What a game, coming up with such a sentence.
He knew that he had a terminal illness, but a mere game predicted when he would ga.
Funny!
However, on second thought, Pingan Chen thought that this was bound to say that this 'senior' character of his in the game had 131 days left to die, but since it was a game, there would surely be a corresponding solution later on.
"Tsk, by the time I get closer to Fang Qingchi, this senior of mine will also be dying, and then let me renew my life with kryptonite! I've already seen through your kryptonite cheating tactics!" Pingan Chen smiled coldly.
Then another prompt popped up.
[Due to your deduction of the Heavenly Chance, you have suffered a backlash from the Heavenly Dao and have suffered a loss of qi.]
[Today's trigram: Li Gua - small auspiciousness - suitable for marriage, avoid climbing mountains]
[Tomorrow's Trigram: Zhen Gua - Fierce - Good for cleaning, avoid climbing mountains]
"Yoho, it still counts?" Pingan Chen bristled, "I, Pingan Chen, have half a foot in Hades, what's there to be jealous of."
Moreover, he was suffering from a terminal illness, that should be a great evil every day, so it was evident that this game was just a blind couple of random calculations, so believe the hell out of you.
However, Chen Pingan himself was a bit interested in this kind of mysterious things.
So hold a trace of curiosity went to Baidu: the so-called Zhen Gua prediction of thunder vibration, corresponding to the human foot, generally appearing Zhen Gua with a vicious trend is not suitable for travel. Fierce on a very good understanding of the fierce is to be ga, fierce only second to the fierce, heralding a serious injury, lack of arms and legs and so on.
How to say, he went to climb a 溙 mountain can still be struck by thunder?
He looked at the weather forecast again.
It was going to be in the thirties today and tomorrow, where would he find rain?
Forking out the two tips, they blocked Fang Qingzhi's beautiful sleeping face.
Fang Qingzhi is really still sleeping, this little girl's sleeping face is very good, she hasn't moved her position all night. I don't know why she didn't look too good, but last night he went to bed after reading the Mountain Raiders and didn't pay attention to Fang Qingzhi's condition. Anyway, before he went to bed, Fang Qingzhi was still meditating and practicing, I should say that this girl is a real fighter, as soon as she is free, she will practice, like a perpetual motion machine.
He tapped on Fang Qingzhi's face and looked at Fang Qingzhi's messages.
Discovered that there was an additional debUff: loss of qi.
"Strange, could it be that deducing heavenly chances would still affect Fang Qingzhi?" Thinking about it, it seemed like this was the only reason.
[Status: Sleeping]
[Current Favorability 25 (Admiration)]
[Favorability reaches 25, a small gift has been triggered]
[Your e-girlfriend 'Fang Qingzhi' has made a small gift for you, it has been delivered]
"Gift system ah, it's quite common."
Pingan Chen stroked his chin and nodded, but he searched for half a day without finding Fang Qingchi's gift in his game backpack.
There was no such thing as a mailbox.
This game was very forced kryptonite, and it wouldn't even open the service to send a few hundred draws.
"It should be that it hasn't been refreshed yet." Pingan Chen gave a speculation like this.
Some small workshop games were like this.
The announcement update is a big step faster than the prop update, so perhaps when it's 8 or 9 in the morning, it should be there.
Just then, the door outside suddenly knocked.
Chen Pingan went to open the door with confusion, but the door was empty.
Just as he was about to close the door, he glanced down and saw a palm-sized express box.
"Hey? I didn't buy anything ah, and who's courier delivers at five in the morning ah ..."
He picked the box up.
There wasn't any courier company logo on the label, nor was there any waybill number.
There was only a row of small italicized letters:
＜Small Gift from Fang Qing Zhi＞- Received by Senior Chen.