Chapter 220 More Dragon than Me

Wuming left everyone behind and turned around and walked towards the latrine.

The others were left looking at each other.

Ami stared, looking at several people like a dragon, especially Yura.

A Mei said: "In order to compete with your mistress, are you so desperate?"

"There is no way." Yura said, "Besides defeating her, is there any other way I can stop her? She is always silent, and I can't understand her through verbal communication."

"You can actually entrust someone else to kill her." Ami said, "For example, in this caravan, if the boss is willing to accept your entrustment, then Little Blood Finger should be able to take it down easily."

"No, I have to defeat her." Yura was very stubborn.

"Oh, you said it as if you can beat her." Ami hit Yura without hesitation, "What does it have to do with my dragon if you defeat her? Using the power of the dragon is not relying on external force? I don't care. Rarely did you say..."

Ami's spit flew onto Yura's beard, leaving him with no time to reply.

When Ami finally shut up, Yura lost his temper and said nothing.

"To be honest, I think the best way is to give up your obsession with your mistress." A Mei said, "As long as you don't insist on defeating her yourself, it won't be so difficult."

"It's easy to say." Yura smiled bitterly, "But after you have been together for a long time, you just can't let go when you look at her clear eyes."

"If you look at someone for a long time, will you become particularly concerned about it?" Ami asked.

Yura seemed reluctant to talk about this topic and only said that he didn't know.

"We people there don't talk about this kind of thing," Yula said.

"If your mistress doesn't talk, you don't talk well." A Mei sneered, "What a perfect match."

Yura shook his head: "This is not something that can be explained clearly in a few words. We usually rely on imagery to experience its charm."

"Huh?" Ami didn't understand at all, "What about?"

"People in the Land of Reeds don't talk about I love you. We usually say that the moonlight is so beautiful." Yura explained.

Ami looked up at the sky.

In the sky of Yatan, the golden tree stood proudly alone, blocking out the sky and the sun. The huge full moon that could still be observed outside Yatan had completely disappeared.

"I see." Ami understood. "That is to say, before Lenara, people in the Reed Land did not fall in love. I completely understand."

"What do you understand..." Yura spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

Seeing Yura vomiting blood, Ami checked him.

Yura was beaten by Wuming and Ami, and now his body was a little weak, with blood oozing from the wounds.

"Looking at you like this, you probably won't be able to defeat my dragon." After checking, Ami nodded with satisfaction.

But it should be more than enough to defeat Haida, a blind girl, so there is no need to worry about him being killed by Haida. And Haida can't beat anyone. Facing the sword of the Golden People, she will definitely be unable to fight back.

This golden people also happens to be the key target of surveillance.

Wanting to understand the comparison of strength between the several people, Ami stepped forward and picked up the wooden board hanging in front of the neck of the Golden People that looked like a torture instrument and an immortal lock.

"You come with me." Ami said.

Ami took the golden people and went to find Wuming.

Wuming's magical brain circuit that suddenly went from interrogating a prisoner to a latrine made Ami curious.

Amei is a laid-back person who is very leisurely to pursue these things that make her curious.

She looked at the Golden People: "Why did you look up at the Golden Tree every day before?"

"As a golden people, is there anything wrong with praising the golden tree?" the golden people asked.

"Come on, I've been taking care of those Rodel soldiers for a while, and they're not like you."

"It means that my faith is more pious." The Golden People responded coldly.

"Is that so? But Rodel soldiers occasionally praise the golden tree, with all kinds of praises on their lips." Ami stared at the golden people, "I have been watching you during this time. When you look at the golden tree, There are no hymns, no prayer movements or rituals, just watching quietly, what are you thinking? I always feel... you are a little sad when you look at the golden tree."

During this time, Ami has been quietly watching this golden citizen, watching him silently staring at the golden tree. A whole day can be seen at a glance, like an old man sitting at the entrance of the village staring at the busy traffic. Time passes under his gaze, but it itself remains eternal.

Ami caught a glimpse of the golden people's long lifespan.

Facing Ami's inquiry, the Golden People were stunned for a moment, then smiled: "So we are going to recite a eulogy..."

"What do you mean? Don't you know?" Ami said. When she saw the golden people saying this, her tone was a little bitter.

"I rarely interact with other people, and my understanding of the golden tree only exists in stories. Usually... I rarely have the opportunity to admire it like this." The golden people looked up at the golden tree, "The golden tree is so beautiful..."

Ami always felt that there was indescribable sadness in the tone of the golden people. This was probably the charm Yura said that needed to be carefully understood.

flavor...

A Mei sniffed and immediately covered her nose.

Amei looked forward, covered her nose and muttered: "What are you doing?"

In front, Wuming was squatting in front of a pile of golden excrement, observing carefully.

Hearing Ami's question, Wuming turned his head and looked over.

When he saw the golden people, his eyes lit up.

Wuming stood up, took out a cracked pot from his waist, and brought it to the golden people.

"Do you want one hundred cracked pots?" Wuming said, "This is a great discount. You can't get this price anywhere."

"Why are you suddenly trying to sell me a cracked pot..." The golden people were at a loss.

"You always need containers, right?" Wuming said.

"You wouldn't buy something like this if you need it." The Golden People looked at the cracks on the cracked pot, "How long is the shelf life of this thing?"

"That's it!" Wuming took the cracked pot back, "I finally know why the golden people are unwilling to buy my products."

"Why?" Amy asked.

"Because of the shelf life."

Wuming pointed to the excrement not far away, unable to restrain his excitement:

"In our hometown, this kind of stuff will dry out, the water will evaporate, and the flavor will fade. But look at what's here, it's very fresh, very——"

Ami took a step back and asked the golden people sideways: "Is he crazy because he can't sell anything?"

"It's possible." The Golden People took a step back together with Ami.

"Don't you understand?" Wuming said, "When you helped me monitor, I also visited the homes of some golden people. Do you know what they have in their homes? The patterns on the gold utensils are very simple. , at least a hundred years of history.”

Wuming pointed to the golden beach not far away:

"These golden people, even the shelf life of pieces of shit is longer than our products. The values ​​​​brought by their super long lifespan are a perverted pursuit of shelf life - just like me, who have long lost the ability to eat and excrete. Will miss it like shit."

"I think you don't need to add the last sentence." Ami covered her nose and took a step back with the golden people, "Why is this conclusion drawn from excrement?"

"Then if you want to understand, you must use metaphors... I met a guy before who gave me inspiration." Wuming muttered, "That's not the point. The point is the golden people's abnormal pursuit of shelf life."

"Is there anything wrong with pursuing eternity?" said the Golden People. "Isn't it normal for a product to be used for one or two hundred years?"

"You can't do this!" Wuming was excited, "How can we make money like this?"

"Why do you want to do business?" the Golden People asked back. "There used to be large caravans. They kept harvesting runes for energy. The goods sold to the Golden People only had a lifespan of a few years and would be scrapped when they expired. Some people took a few years They don't necessarily have to go out once. In order to purchase goods, they actually have to go out of their homes and streets to create 'flow'. Do you think the Golden People will like such fragile things? Will they like this way of destroying eternity?"

Wuming was speechless for a moment, covering his head and squatting on the ground.

Although he found the reason, it didn't change the fact that he couldn't sell Blood Rose.

Wuming is very clear about the shelf life of Blood Rose.

Once the flowering period arrives, it will definitely begin to wither within two months.

If it is separated from the blood soil and blood pool watering, it will wither in a day or two.

Like blood flies, they are ferocious and blooming, but also pitifully short-lived.

How could this thing be sold to people like the Golden People?

Wuming regretted taking business from the Blood Dynasty people.

He scratched his head and walked around, thinking for a long time, and suddenly looked at Ami:

"By the way, how's it going with Yura?"

"I taught him a lesson." Ami said, "That guy is a little obsessed with power. He should still be with the dragon now - what do you want from him?"

"Help me find the bloody finger." Wuming stood in front of Yura and answered.

Yura was a little surprised. He didn't expect Wuming to go out for a trip and come back eager to help.

"But I can't accept your kindness." Yura said, "Obviously I don't have any runes to pay you. And I would rather become stronger and defeat her alone."

"I just asked you to help me find the Blood Finger. I didn't say I would help you." Wuming said, "I want to cooperate with the Blood Dynasty again. Do you have any connections to help me connect?"

Yura was stunned: "You want to find a Blood Finger hunter to help you connect with the Blood Finger?"

"No?" Wuming said, "As a blood finger hunter, you must be familiar with many blood fingers, right? Just like I am familiar with the location of the dung beetle - please introduce me to a blood finger."

"I don't know them," Yura said. "I've killed everyone I knew."

"Liar, you weren't just injured by Bloody Finger." Wuming said, "My name is Eleonora, right? It's decided. You go find Eleonora, and I'll negotiate with her. Get rid of my flowers first." .”

Yura obviously couldn't accept the nameless conditions, and always responded with silence and delay.

"I'm a businessman. I don't want to force you. There's no point in forcing you." Wuming said, "Whatever you want, tell me and I'll try my best to satisfy you."

Hearing Wuming's words, Yura glanced at the flying dragon.

"That won't work." Wuming said, "Ami will tear you alive."

"I don't want anything, I just need to become stronger." Yura said, "Dragon Feast is the only way."

"That's not necessarily true." Wuming said, "Are you a fader?"

Yura pulled Amei over:

"Faded ones can use witches and runes to become stronger."

Yura was stunned: "Is this still possible?"

"Okay." Wuming said, "Our caravan's business is very comprehensive-"

"No, I'm not a witch yet." Ami waved her hand to interrupt Wuming, "And I don't really want to transform him into runes."

Wuming was stunned: "Why? Witches should serve Faded."

"Let him get stronger and kill my dragon?"

Wuming had a headache.

Melina probably wouldn't transform runes for anyone other than her husband. Haida wanted to kill Yura, but she couldn't give her a chance to do something dirty. Ami hates Yura again...

Yura's newly raised hopes dissipated:

"Forget it, I'll figure it out myself."

"Don't worry, I still have a way." Wuming said, "Why do you want to kill the dragon?"

"In order to perform the Dragon Feast Ceremony, make the dragon's power your own."

"What power does the dragon have?" Wuming asked.

"The dragon's power, vitality, dragon's breath and roar..." Yura listed to Wuming, "These are all the dragon's power."

"Didn't it say that dragons can use lightning?" Wuming said.

"That's the power of the ancient dragon." Yura said, "The ancient dragon is the ancestor of the dragon. Ordinary dragons don't have that kind of power."

"Oh, isn't that more powerful than a dragon? Why don't you learn that kind of power?" Wuming said.

"Let people who hunt dragons believe in dragons?"

"Can't you?"

"What do you think?"

The unknown finger tapped on the helmet:

"Actually, you can use thunder and lightning even if you don't believe in it, or you don't believe in dragons. You see, the sheep in Yatan can also use thunder and lightning -"

"That's not Gu Long's thunder and lightning!" A Mei shouted from the side.

"They're all the same, sheep and dragons." Wuming didn't care.

But Ami was very concerned: "How can it be the same? Can a sheep turn into a dragon? If it can generate electricity, it becomes a dragon?"

Wuming ignored Ami's complaints and said to Yura:

"You want to gain the power of a dragon, right?"

Yura nodded: "Eleonora is an expert at hunting dragons. She must have performed many dragon feasting rituals. I also need to eat more dragon hearts to compete with her."

"Is she the one who eats the most dragon hearts?" Wuming was curious.

"No." Yura said, "The end point of being the strongest dragon eater is to transform into a dragon."

"Being transformed into a dragon is a dragon that is more dragon than her." Wuming concluded, "I am familiar with this."

"Are you familiar with it?" Yura looked at Wuming, "Have you also performed the Dragon Feast Ceremony?"

"No." Wuming said, "But I have this."

He pulled out a stone.

It looks like just an ordinary gravel, but there is a clear flying dragon pattern engraved on the stone, which has an inexplicable and ancient feeling that is fascinating.

"What is this?" Amayura said in unison.

Wuming pretended to be shy first and patted his shoulder.

The thick silver liquid fell off his body, fell to the ground, and expanded into a beautiful woman.

"Ashmi, help me use this stone. You have imitated me and should be able to use this ritual." Wuming threw the stone towards her, "Take off your clothes, otherwise your clothes may be torn."

"I think I don't need to take off my clothes." Asumi said.

"That's okay, your clothes are also mimicry anyway." Wuming said, "Just adapt to the power it inspires."

"What is it?" Ami became more and more curious.

"It's an instrument that can turn people into dragons." Wuming smiled.

"What?!"

As if in response to Ami's shock, Asumi pinched the stone, looked up to the sky and roared:

"What!!!"

Under Ami's gaze, Ashmi's body began to deform. Her body was as skinny as an ascetic, her fingers stretched out sharp claws, and her horny bones broke out of her head, quickly turning into a dragon's head.

It's just that the dragon's head also has small cheeks, like a sheep.

"Why a sheep!" Ami shouted with her eyes closed.