[Comprehensive] The man who sells with rope

On X, X, X, X, X, the weather is fine, and I feel good.

I found Zhang Wuji! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

And let him sell himself to me! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Future Mingjiao leader! ! ! ! ! ! !

The person who hugs left and right is the winner! ! ! ! ! !

Sell!body!Give!I!provoke!

I'm so smart.

Must give a thumbs up.

Shen Jingbing sat on the ground and stared at the scorched mass in the campfire.

An hour ago, this ball was originally a fresh and lively fish.

Then it was caught by Shen Jingbing, and then...it became this lump of coke.

There is no cooking in the skill tree, it's just crying.

Shen Jingbing watched the fish he finally caught turned into completely inedible coke, thinking of the fishy smell he bit into before it turned into coke, he felt the malice from the universe.

"I'm so stupid, really." Shen Jingbing pulled out the lump of coke with a tree branch, and it shattered with a poke, so I couldn't see what it was. Can change food..."

It's been a morning and he didn't even eat yesterday's dinner, Shen Jingbing's face is full of sadness, the little white flower suffering from hunger and cold...

"Master, at least the nutritional supplements are safe." Lancelot, whose vocal system was liberated, reminded.

You can't comfort me!

"Lancelot, I haven't troubled you yet!" Shen Jingbing thought about how he got to this bottom, and wanted to tear Lancelot out of his mind and stomp hard, "If you don't want to be destroyed, you'd better do it now." , Immediately please me!"

"It's not me who put the safety gear on you, but the store manager, the master."

"It's you who opened the safety vest!"

"If you don't open it, you will die, master."

"..." Even though I said that, I still feel ashamed.

Before she jumped off the cliff, Shen Jingbing knew that she would not die.

After all, it's all high-tech.

But he never expected...

Halfway through the cliff jump, the clothes will suddenly be separated from the middle, leaving only the wrists and ankles connected to the cloth strips, while the other parts are unfolded behind the back to look like a parachute.

The wind is blowing and the ass is cool.

Luckily he was wearing underwear!

But even if he wears it, Shen Jingbing will feel a terrible pain when he thinks that if he does a free fall from a place of about ten meters, his AI will control the clothes and let him run naked in mid-air.

Chichi will be blown down by the wind, right? QAQ.

Woooooo, I won't be able to find a girl.

Running naked in mid-air is so shameful.

"Please don't pay too much attention to it, master, the stretchable material of this safety vest is only so small, and the part that is not enough can only be made up of the material itself."

Shen Jingbing was stunned, "What do you mean?"

"It means that you are using an inferior product."

Shen Jingbing: "..."

Because they are poor! !

How many times have I said that people will never be demolished! !

"Master, there are carbon-based organisms approaching rapidly."

Shen Jingbing was taken aback, and hurriedly opened the toolbox on the side and took out the ray gun, "Scan."

"It's a human being, Master, he seems to be jumping off the cliff too." Lancelot paused, and the electronic voice suddenly became cheerful, "You see, the possibility of jumping off a cliff to find adventures is actually very high, otherwise why would people jump one after another? Woolen cloth."

"……"Is it fun?Do you think I'd like to dance?

"He has fainted, Master." Just as Lancelot finished speaking, there was a sudden sound of a heavy object falling to the ground not far away.

"Is the person you're talking about still in free fall?" Shen Jingbing asked.

"Yes, master, but he was hung several times by the branches on the cliff."

"Then what was it that just fell?" Shen Jingbing asked casually, walking towards the direction where the sound came from.

Lancelot scanned the things wrapped in cloth not far away, and after judging that there was no danger, he replied, "A stack of paper, an iron sign, a box of needles, a handkerchief and some food."

Shen Jingbing responded casually, and saw the package on the ground after walking for a long time.

He bent down to pick it up, and when he heard that there was food in it, his paws were ready to move.

He thought about it deeply, and felt that this was not a good idea. The owner of the package was still in free fall, so at least he would wait until he was dead before picking it up.

Shen Jingbing felt that she was becoming more and more conscientious.

He happily carried the package and returned to the place next to the bonfire just now where Lancelot judged that he would not be hit. He looked up at the sky and waited for someone to fall.

Then a man actually fell from the sky—and hung on a tree branch.

Shen Jingbing didn't even intend to take a look at it. He sat down on the ground and was about to open someone's package to find something to eat. He asked casually, "Are you dead?"

"And vital signs."

Shen Jingbing retracted her paws, "..."

"His vital signs are normal, Master."

"You were invaded by a strange virus?" Falling from such a high place won't kill you or make you crippled, and you won't even be injured?

"Although it is abnormal, I have not been invaded by the virus, Master."

Shen Jingbing's dark eyes widened, and her messy hair curled up.

This is proper treatment for the protagonist, okay?

Shen Jingbing glanced at the package with food in it, and then at the humanoid object hanging on the tree next to it. After thinking about it, she reluctantly withdrew her hand reaching for the package, got up and walked towards the humanoid object.

It's a young boy, much younger than him.

Shen Jingbing took the boy... off the tree and dragged him to the campfire.

The boy's eyes were closed tightly, his complexion was pale, and there was an obvious layer of bruise under his eyes. Shen Jingbing looked at the boy for any cuts or injuries, but found that there was a circle of teeth marks on his neck. The print was deep, most of it had solidified, and there were still a few holes oozing blood.

"Why does it feel a little familiar?"

Shen Jingbing frowned, and didn't think about it for a while. He turned around and opened the toolbox to treat the only visible injury to the boy, but hesitated after taking out the ointment.

In the end, he put it back, and then asked Lancelot if there were any herbs for treating blood and removing blood stasis nearby.

When Shen Jingbing found the herbs and wrung out the juice with water and carefully pasted it on the boy's neck, the other party still remained silent.

"He's really not dead?" Shen Jingbing poked the young man's cheek with the branch he had been poking the bonfire before, rubbing a large black mass on the other's face.

Lancelot ignored him.

"It really feels a little familiar..."

Like the previous Winchester brothers, nine out of ten are people from the dramas and movies he has seen.

The boy was in a coma for two days and two nights, and finally woke up in the morning of the third day.

When he woke up, Shen Jingbing was waving the wooden stick in an attempt to pierce the chrysanthemum of the writhing and struggling fish in his hand, and a monkey squatted beside him, looking at the fish curiously at the moment.

Shen Jingbing still refused to give up the idea of ​​lighting up her cooking skills and leveling up her proficiency.

However, it turns out that some people just don't have this nerve in their heads.

The young man couldn't bear to look at it any longer, and sat up propped on the ground, and the first sentence he said was: "You should scrape the fish scales first."

Shen Jingbing and Hou Zi brushed their heads together and looked at him.

The young man was embarrassed by the sight, he touched his nose, and smiled shyly: "Thank you for saving my life, the hero, I'm next to Zhang Wuji, I don't know my benefactor..."

"Zhang Wuji?" Shen Jingbing threw away the fish in his hand, and the monkey next to him immediately ran over to catch it, holding a wooden stick in his hand, imitating Shen Jingbing's action just now.

Fish: What the hell are you talking about?

"Uh..." Zhang Wuji was stunned when he saw the other party's reaction.

"Your father...your father is Wudang Zhang Cuishan, and your mother is Yin Susu?" Shen Jingbing paused, "Do you have a adoptive father named Xie Xun?"

Looking at the excited look of the young man in front of him, Zhang Wuji's heart sank when he thought of the people he met before who wanted to find his adoptive father through him.

Shen Jingbing was still urging, "Is it?"

Zhang Wuji thought for a while, then nodded and said: "...Yes."

"You are really Zhang Wuji!!" Shen Jingbing's eyes widened, and she suddenly said loudly.

"...Yes." Zhang Wuji looked at him strangely and continued to nod.

"There is your package." Shen Jingbing finished with a blank expression, patted Zhang Wuji's shoulder, turned her head and squatted under a tree to one side, and began to think about how to maintain a good trade relationship with Mingjiao in the future.

There is Zhu Yuanzhang in Mingjiao!

Who is Zhu Yuanzhang?

The founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty!

Will he be short of money?

Absolutely not.

Shen Jingbing seemed to have seen the scene of gold rolling in, and couldn't help giggling.

Zhang Wuji was silent for a long time, and began to wonder if his savior had a brain problem.

However, he still tentatively said: "The benefactor's life-saving grace is unforgettable, but the cold poison in the lower body will kill him soon, I am afraid there will be no repayment..."

"You won't die." Shen Jingbing ran back, squatted down and looked at Zhang Wuji, "How could you die?"

Zhang Wuji was stunned for a moment, the conviction in the eyes of the other party made him a little inexplicable, but because of this, a sense of warmth and confidence arose in his heart.

"I'm afraid my benefactor doesn't know, the cold poison on my body..."

"Shen Jingbing." Interrupting Zhang Wuji's words, Shen Jingbing interjected.

"Brother Shen... the cold poison in my body, but even my grand master can't do anything about it."

"Zhang Wuji, I saved your life." Shen Jingbing knew that Zhang Wuji couldn't die, so of course he didn't care how serious the cold poison was. Woolen cloth."

"As long as you don't ask me to take you to where my adoptive father is, Wuji will go through fire and water." Zhang Wuji paused, and added, "If I don't die."

"Okay, then you sign a contract of sale for me."

Lancelot, pen and ink!

The AI ​​was silent for a while, cutting off contact with the outside world.

Before cutting off, he lit a candle for the fish who was already dead and did not escape the fate of being exploded, and Zhang Wuji who really obediently signed the contract of prostitution.

farewell.