Du Wei said in surprise: "I have to be careful enough."

Mrs. Victor laughed and said, "Or it would be quite comfortable to accompany me here for the rest of my life. But since you rejected alcohol and chose to remember the starry sky of Dragon Mom, then you are enough to go to anyone and remember anyone. However, you must be careful of certain specific guys."

Seeing this little guy showing a very strange expression, he was nine points ignorant and sarcastic smile?

Well, it is difficult to understand what he means for the time being, Mrs. Victor had to twist his ear decisively: "Did you just say you are good?"

"I'm very well-behaved." Du Wei answered truthfully.

"So good, remember what mom said?" Mrs. Victor asked quite strongly.

"Okay." Du Wei had to nod obediently, "Don't worry, Mrs. Victor, I remember, I will listen to you."

Then Mrs. Victor went in and went to sleep.

Du Wei turned his head to look at the person on the poster again. His long hair was so elegant and unscrupulous, as if full of a strange charm and aggression. The distribution of the beard was neither delicate nor graceful. This feeling was really amazing.

"I really got it and needed to be careful about him that day? If so, it's actually worth it to die." Du Wei murmured to himself.

Well, shook your head, daydreaming that is too far away really cannot be done. Being a child must have levels and stage goals. Next, you have to find a way to take good care of the Dragon Mom. She is very cute and can't even eat, and she will starve to death and be drunk alone.

In addition, you must find a way to save some money before the winter is over.

In addition, tomorrow's breakfast money is also a big problem. I don't know how much the waste ore can be sold?

Later, she served Mrs. Victor properly, and Du Wei also designed her own nest next to her big bed, and then fell asleep.

This time the dream was very strange. I felt that every pore on my body was corroded by an acidic substance from a lemon. Du Wei, who was born to be afraid of soreness, was so painful.

Compared to the last time there were more lemons, the lemons also soared higher and more like the starry sky.

Of course, this is not done in one go. There are some lemons that are like crooked and cracked, and they don’t want to ascend. Just like a pile of peanuts are put into water, some of the inferior ones are unwilling to sink to the bottom.

So Du Wei removed these bad lemons as if he was hygienic.

In this way, every time a bad lemon is removed, it seems that the architecture is lighter, faster and more streamlined, and the other lemons are becoming more and more beautiful, and the details are gradually enriched.

Last time, there were three lemons clear, one of them was still spotted, and the other was background. But this time there were eight more lemons, and all of them had details, and none of them were bad.

Eleven lemons are from near to far, like floating bridge points in the void of the universe, or like to be derived into infinite deep space?

It was fine at first, but it was very simple and had no way out.

But in today's starry sky dimension, Du Wei was lost when he tried to derivate further.

The background is too big and the starry sky is too wide. Now, if the road is crossing, dozens of variables will be derived. If it goes down, it will be even more complicated. Therefore, with such a huge structure, no one can see the overall situation clearly. Du Wei is of course no exception. He doesn't know how to optimize the turning point, so he is confused.

“How to go?”

Du Wei kept asking himself in his dream, as if he knew how to go, but this information was in another dimension and could not be converted smoothly?

This feeling is really strange. It seems that some information is placed in the computer handy, but the difference is one algorithm, so I can't import information across the system and it's so anxious!

"I really know how to go. Someone should have told me, but who told me? Why can't I remember?"

As such, Du Wei became more and more nervous, causing him to keep shouting in the starry sky dimension.

Suddenly I heard a voice: "Little Victor, I want to eat, how can I eat if you don't cook!"

It was Mrs. Victor, right, she told me to navigate the location of the lemon and to keep me in mind.

But when I thought of this, I woke up from my dream and was awakened by Mrs. Victor's screams.

Du Wei sat up and rubbed her eyes. She saw that on the big bed next to her, she looked like she was disheveled and said she wanted to eat, and she obviously didn't plan to get out of bed.

Du Wei's nest is built here because considering that she will cough at night, she needs to get her a spittoon.

Du Wei complained, "Madam Victor, you're really good. It would be great if I called later. I seem to have made progress."

"Yeah?"

Mrs. Victor looked at him with bad intentions, "After the problem starves me to death, you will have another use for any progress."

After Du Wei went out, Madame Victor seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and showed a puzzled look, as if she was thinking about something...

Breakfast is really a problem.

Now that the sky is filled with a little freezing rain, Du Wei is wearing a very leaky single clothes, packing the waste ore, and then carrying it out on his back.

The advantage is that you don’t have to go far. This slum itself is a cycle, with all the lanes derived from all over the place, gathering various storefronts and needs.

Basically, whatever you want, you can find it in the slums of the province's largest city, and of course, it may not necessarily comply with the City Hall Act.

Looking for the sound of iron tools knocking, Du Wei walked over with a heavy iron ore on his back and finally arrived at a very small blacksmith shop. There were too few iron tools on display, more of which were primary tools or farm tools.

Only such a place would recycle such a small amount of ore, so Du Wei put down nearly thirty kilograms of ore.

This was originally a weight that made Du Wei feel very fulfilled, but the extremely large old man looked contemptuous: "My grandson is not as tall as you, and he can carry this weight five times."

Since he would say this, he is obviously a descendant of the bear head man. It does not mean that he is strong, but judges from the degree of beating he is speaking.

This does not mean that he looks like a bear, he is already a human. After continuous "dilution", his bear elements have been relatively small, so few that it makes him degenerate his fur, makes him afraid of cold, shortens his teeth, and reduces his bone density.

It is very difficult to bargain with the descendants of the Bearheads because his logic and arithmetic abilities are very anxious.

Originally calculated the eleven copper coins, Du Wei said generously: "Just give ten."

As a result, the descendants of the bear head man carried their collar and scolded him: "How much do you have to take others? Let's cheat yourself of a copper coin..."

Finally, Du Wei said nervously: "Okay, just eleven."

It is said that this is already pretty good. After all, he is not a half-orc, but only a descendant of a half-orc. It was the evolution of those guys who joined the Republic. However, within their tribe, this is actually called "degeneration".

These are learned in basic lessons in orphan nursing homes…

After completing the transaction, I continued to walk along the muddy road in the alley. After turning the entrance, I encountered a two-piece.

Why did Du Wei know this? Specifically, he was a dog-headed man.

There are many descendants of the dog-headed people in the Republic, but there are very few native dog-headed people with such "Ha" heads. At least this is what the orphanage says during class hours.

So Du Wei stopped and observed him curiously.

He stood upright like a man, tall, wearing torn clothes and barefoot.

Then his hairy dog ​​head looked straight ahead, but looked at Du Wei with one eye on the side, and his breathing sound seemed to be a bit unfriendly.

"It's really terrible."

Du Wei said nothing but didn't know why he said that?

"Boy, don't affect me here, I'm smelling pancakes, it's so delicious."

His voice was mixed with the sound of the dog's anger.

Du Wei said with a sign-like expression: "Mr. Doghead, where are the delicious things you said?"

Erha hesitated for a moment, pointed his finger in front of him, and said, "Turn left twice, turn right once you can see it. I can't afford it. If you buy it, remember to help me eat a little."
Chapter completed!