Grave Robber: System, you want me to learn magic?

When Qi Yan took the photo to another team, what he saw was a mess.

As soon as he appeared, the people around stood up vigilantly.

Seeing a few dead people lying on the ground, Qi Yan didn't care or care, and just glanced around.

He went straight to a small area where the fat man and the others were, and looked at the people who were a little bit embarrassed but not seriously injured.

"Very good, still alive."

The fat man smiled gloatingly, and turned his mouth away under Qi Yan's puzzled gaze.

Qi Yan looked over.

"What is this black thing?"

The fat man chuckled, and took out a bottle of potion, "Unlucky Mr. Hei, he was the only one who got his arm pierced by Miluotuo in this round of our fight."

Qi Yan could guess the next process without thinking, "So, in order not to go to the hospital and spend money on arm treatment, the one who wanted money just drank the magic potion, and then became innocent?"

"Smart." The fat man gave a thumbs up.

Qi Yan took two steps and kicked the immobile blind man's calf, "Don't pretend to be asleep, get up."

"...Qianqian, I exercised vigorously just after eating, my stomach hurts, and I want to sleep."

"You think I believe it?"

"Hey, people's hearts are not old, young people don't know how to take care of the elderly anymore." The blind man finally gave up his limp look, sat down, stretched his waist, and leaned against the wall behind him, "Speak, What's wrong?"

Qi Yan gave him the three photos, "It was made by the mechanism on that side. You probably can see something similar when you walk around. I don't know if it's the destination, but if you see it, go check it out."

The blind man raised his hand to take the photo. There was no light around him, but he could see the contents of the photo more clearly, "Okay, you are all my bosses, the boss has the final say."

As he said that, he put away the photos, looked at Qi Yan who was treating the other three people with magic wands for minor injuries, "But aren't you going too far?"

Without raising his head, Qi Yan took out a small bag from his pocket and threw it over. The blind man quickly raised his hand to pick it up, "You also tell me in advance, if you don't catch it, there are valuables in it, I won't cry blind."

As he spoke, he opened the bag, and saw at least twenty small bottles of potion inside.

Qi Yan: "That's pretty good, the negative is the positive, and if the two are put together, maybe they will return to normal."

Hearing this, the blind man felt inexplicably uneasy. He put the bag away and said, "You probably found some...creatures over there, right?"

"Don't worry, your eyes will definitely be healed for you, and there will be no charge."

Qi Yan said, pretending not to hear the wailing of the people behind him, squatting next to the younger brother, looking at the wound on the side of the younger brother's neck and lower abdomen that was not big but kept bleeding, "Your wound is recovering too quickly. slow."

The little brother just said "hmm" and didn't say anything.

Then outside, a bottle the size of a little finger would cost 100 million, and it was still a priceless potion, so it was sprinkled on it as if it didn't cost money.

The wound healed visibly and quickly.

After confirming that the wound was all right, Qi Yan also gave the little brother a bag of potion, "Here, use it when you are injured, and come to me for it when you run out."

The little brother paused, took it, and didn't speak.

The fat man said wearily from behind: "Although this thing is very expensive, I don't want it very much for the first time, fat man."

"I don't want it anymore." Qi Yan said with a smile, and gave the other bag to Xiaohua, "I can make so many of these things every time, and there is no reason, there are a lot of things to do every day for no reason. , no time to do it at all.”

Looking at Xiao Hua who still maintains her elegance even after the battle...

Qi Yan: "Of course, as long as the God of Wealth needs it, he will give as much as he wants~"

The fat man stroked his chin, "What about Wuxie?"

Qi Yan kept smiling, "Of course it's going to be reimbursed by the third uncle and the second uncle Bai. Does it matter? If you don't have money to be a little third master, let's continue to be a pendant."