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The sandworm pliers that the little fox and I brought back were enough for Qiaxi to toss with for a long time until she followed us to the hell world. It would definitely be more than enough, so I was not in a hurry. After giving her all the materials, I got to know her a little bit.

The current situation of the giant blacksmith, how much inheritance she has absorbed, and the weapons and equipment in her shop. After more than half an hour, we left the blacksmith shop and returned to the trading market.

"We can't stay in the third world for a few days, so we need to digest those equipment quickly." I said as I walked, and I couldn't help but cast a complaining look at Tulakov. This guy was in a hurry to leave, and now the equipment is still there.

Stay at home.

"Don't worry. I, Tulakov, am here. Don't worry about digesting it. However, there are so many pieces of equipment... it is impossible to find the owner one by one. It is too troublesome and a waste of time."

As soon as Tulakov finished patting his chest to reassure himself, the next sentence made him hesitate. But what he said was true. There were one or two hundred pieces of equipment accumulated at home. Even if Tulakov had an amazing memory, he could think of suitable buyers for these equipments.

, but the other party is not necessarily in the camp, maybe they have gone out to practice. Do they want us to go to the wild to find them?

"So, Uncle Tulakov, what are you going to do?"

"What else can we do? Pick out the best dozen pieces, put the rest on the trading market, and let it go." Tulakov said a popular plan, and after thinking about it, it was indeed the most reasonable approach.

"If you want to digest it quickly, we have to split up. We each get a batch of equipment and go to the trading markets in various regions to sell it. If we want to sell it faster, I have to use your elder power, the newcomer."

"What power?

"Call ten or eight soldiers, and then we need a pile of blank paper." Tulakov smiled mysteriously, as if he was very profound. But when I called the soldiers and brought the blank paper, I found something unexpected

easy to understand.

All we have to do is copy the attributes of all the equipment on paper in five copies, and then take them to different areas. To put it bluntly, it is a price list so that buyers in all areas can view it at a glance

All the equipment and prices, do you want this one? It’s not in my stall here, it’s in the hands of so and so. You can just go to the trading market in any area to trade with him. As for how to set the price, Sa Qili and the other three are all veterans, as long as

After taking a look at the attributes of the equipment, I knew it. It was 10% or 20% lower than the market price, so it should be sold quickly, right?

With the help of the soldiers, it took us about half an hour to complete the preparations, and then divided all the equipment into five parts. Each of us brought an equipment list, and the four of us rushed to each area to prepare for the trip.

Vendor, what, you said there are five areas? It's very simple, can't we just catch a strong man?

I was relatively familiar with Camp Rogge, so I got everyone’s care, so I set up a stall here. The products sold were all gold-level products. At first, the three of me, the little fox and the little ghost were filled with all kinds of things.

We really can't let go of such things, and we have reluctantly discarded the slightly inferior golden equipment, so what remains must be high-quality. If it is not high-quality, I will give you the toilet brush God used.

The items are high-quality and the prices are affordable. After half an afternoon, about one-third of them have been sold. After reading the list, some adventurers rushed to other areas. Some adventurers from other areas...

All in all, Tulakov's strategy was very effective. I touched another bag of bulging gems and wiped away my sad tears.

I haven't made any money in a long time. If I don't get some gems, the little ghost will face a food crisis. If she is starving, her eyes will turn green and she will aim at me and make me sweat.

I’m so miserable when I got the perfect diamond!

One afternoon passed, and I had a great harvest. Looking at the sunset on the horizon, I was preparing to close the stall and fight again tomorrow, but at this time I met an unexpected person.

"Hey, Junior Brother Wu, when did you come?"

Seeing Seattle and Carlos walking over, I was in a daze for a while. What a coincidence. I thought Rafael arranged for them to be far away in order to prevent them from being abducted by me.

, I never thought I could meet them here.

After the initial surprise, the three brothers all had happy smiles on their faces. In any case, it was a good thing to meet again.

"Me? I just came here yesterday, and here are you two. I came back from the hell world after a narrow escape. Grandma Akara even held a grand celebration banquet for me, but you didn't come back."

After the greetings, I immediately started to complain. The senior and second senior brothers were too indifferent this time and didn’t care about me at all. Look at the third senior sister. She just came out of the cow pen and immediately went to the hell world to find me. This is

What a love.

"Sorry, I couldn't make it in time to celebrate you. We were assigned some tasks by Raphael. You happened to be out on the days when you came back, and you didn't know the news at all. By the time you came back, your celebration banquet was over."

"That's right. Thinking about the fact that there must be a lot of wine, a big piece of barbecue, and eating and drinking to your heart's content that day, I regret it very much. Raphael is really becoming more and more unreliable. How could he arrange a task at that time?"

Seattle Lake also complained repeatedly, but soon his eyes flashed and he changed his interest.

"By the way, Junior Brother Wu, tell us about your experience quickly. You know that when we heard that you became the Demon King of Hell, you were fighting a powerful enemy. As a result, you were so frightened that you were almost cut in half by the opponent's knife.

." At this point, Seattlek showed a frightened expression. It seemed that the situation at that time was a hundred times more dangerous than what he said. Otherwise, how could such a tough guy and fighting maniac show a fearful expression?

"Then I'm really sorry. I don't want to. What do you think I want to be?" I said with a bitter look on my face. I mouthed all around: "Look, I'm about to become a rare animal. I can be raped anytime, anywhere.

People gathered around to watch.”

Damn Lucifer, for fear of causing chaos in the world, he turned on the loudspeaker of the world and made everyone know my identity as the devil. Just this afternoon, I felt a hundred times more curious eyes than usual. Everyone wanted to

Let’s see if I, the new devil king, have an extra pair of horns and an extra pair of bat wings.

Fortunately, I have become accustomed to being watched, so I can still continue my business of setting up a stall. If it were anyone else, I would have been unable to stand such intensive attention.

"It must be very hard. You can imagine that we adventurers are okay. The eyes of the common people are probably not just curious." The senior brother nodded, showing a look of pity. Sure enough, you understand me.

"That's right, but fortunately, Grandma Akara has spoken a lot and done a lot of things for me. Now, generally speaking, no one will look at me with hostility."

"But curious eyes are always inevitable, right." Seattleik grinned, not caring about my feelings at all, Ni Zoukai!

"Forget it, it's getting late, let's talk about it when we get back."

I neatly put away the remaining equipment and packed it home. Not long after, Sa Qili and the others also came back. Just in time, I asked Tulakov to talk to the first and second senior brothers about my experience in the hell world.

I have said this countless times since I came back. Every time someone asks me about it, I feel like vomiting.

"I see, that's really thrilling. I didn't expect you to have met Andariel." After hearing Tulakov's revelation, the first and second senior brothers were shocked and envious.

"Wait a minute, shouldn't you be surprised by my meeting with Lucifer first?"

"Well. Although I really want to be surprised, there is really no real sense of that kind of existence. Even if I am surprised, I don't know what to say. Andariel is our ultimate enemy. Compared with the unattainable Lucifer, we don't care.

Andariel is more practical."

The senior brother is a real person and speaks the truth. He heard Seattle Ke nod his head repeatedly.

"How does that feel? Is Andariel really that strong?"

"Yeah, to be honest, my calves were trembling at the time. As an adventurer, my instinct kept sending sharp signals, telling me to turn around and leave without even touching the enemies in front of me."

"Even Junior Brother Wu, whose combat power has reached perfection, you feel this way. Suddenly you are a little less confident." Carlos shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Carlos, think about it, how old we are and how old Andalil is. If we were given that much time, Andalil... no, even one-tenth of the time, then

It has been a full thousand years. If I practice for another thousand years, I can defeat two Andarils."

Compared to Carlos who faces reality, Seattlek is very optimistic and arrogant, worthy of his title of fighting madman.

"That's right, give me a thousand years to practice, and maybe I can fight Andariel." Tulakov, who is also a barbarian, became excited.

"Forget it. If you can live for another five hundred years, you should have fun." Shashik struck mercilessly.

Not counting advanced beings such as dragons and angels, or alternative beings such as Ben Zina and Little Ghost, the lifespan of a powerful person with world power can generally reach more than five hundred years. Of course, this only refers to the case of natural death. In fact,

How many strong people can live for five hundred years? I have only seen one person who can live to this age so far, not to mention Yalandlan. She may also be the longest-lived person on the continent. Next is the leg hair.

The Immortal may be four or five hundred years old, because even Grandpa Wixon would call him Senior.

"No matter what you say, I just need to outlive you." Tulakov was furious and pushed his head hard. Shashik was not to be outdone, and the two of them butted each other's heads like a bullfight.

"Don't worry, I will definitely plant a cow dung flower in front of your grave."

"This is what I want to say. I will place a urinal in front of your grave. No, it would be better to make your tombstone in the shape of a urinal."

"At that time, I will drag you to hell, yes, and stuff your head into a urinal. Anyway, the ingredients of both are the same."
Chapter completed!